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Nick Cave has given an replace on a brand new album with the Bad Seeds. In his newest Red Hand Files<\/a> e-newsletter, Cave writes: \u201cMy plan for this year is to make a new record with the Bad Seeds. This is both good news and bad news. Good news because who doesn\u2019t want a new Bad Seeds record? Bad news because I\u2019ve got to write the bloody thing.\u201d The final Bad Seeds album, Ghosteen<\/a><\/em>, got here out in October 2019. <\/p>\n In the remainder of his Red Hand Files word, Cave continues, outlining how he\u2019s already \u201cwritten a few things, but they aren\u2019t very good, or maybe they are, it\u2019s difficult to tell.\u201d<\/p>\n I began the method at 9am on January 1st. It is now January sixth \u2013 almost every week has handed and I\u2019ve written just a few issues however they aren\u2019t superb, or possibly they’re, it\u2019s troublesome to inform. A form of doldrums has set in, perennial and predictable. It\u2019s the identical with each report, I really feel that acquainted feeling of lack, like I\u2019m a giant, dumb clean factor in a swimsuit. I\u2019m grumpy as fuck and Susie has decamped for every week. Anything that resembles a artistic impulse is burrowed approach down in some mossy, froggy gap, asleep, I hope, not lifeless. I’ve to name it forth, provoke it from its slumber. It turns into a nasty, punishing, baggy-eyed enterprise. I\u2019m beginning to get an infuriating sing-song voice in my head that really rhymes, like a insanity. Like unhappiness.<\/p>\n The first strains I wrote on January 1st have been \u2013<\/p>\n Ushering within the 12 months he knelt down That felt like an okay technique to begin a report nevertheless it additionally felt form of terminal and didn\u2019t actually go anyplace. Then just a few days later I added to it \u2013<\/p>\n Ushering within the new 12 months he knelt down That felt a bit higher, like one thing I assume, however not a lot. Then the following day, as a result of I had a rain theme going, I wrote \u2013<\/p>\n The frogs within the gutter are leaping for God And that felt prefer it summed issues up. Writing lyrics is the pits. It\u2019s like leaping for frogs, Fred. It\u2019s the shits. It\u2019s the bogs. It really hurts. It is available in spurts, however few and much between. There is one thing obscene about the entire affair. Like crimes that rhyme. I hope this doesn\u2019t final lengthy. I\u2019m really scared. But it at all times does. Last lengthy. To write a music. You hope to God there’s something left. You are bereft. I\u2019m going to cease this letter. It isn\u2019t making issues higher. It\u2019s like flogging a lifeless horse. Worse. It\u2019s a hearse. A hearse of lifeless verse. Dead, Fred. Dead.<\/p>\n Love, Nick<\/p>\n Happy New Year everyone!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote><\/div>\n\n
And crushed his brother\u2019s head with a bone<\/em><\/p>\n
And crushed his brother\u2019s head with a bone
It\u2019s my nice privilege to stroll you residence
In the rain. Hop inside my coat.<\/em><\/p>\n
Amazed of affection, amazed of ache
Amazed to land again within the gutter once more<\/em><\/p>\n