Do You Love Me

Do You Love Me? Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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transcribed by Greg O'Beirne (gobeirne@tartarus.uwa.edu.au)

all comments & corrections welcome......

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C I found her on a night of fire and noise

G Wild bells rang in a wild sky

C I knew from that moment on

G That I'd love her till the day that I died

C And I kissed away a thousand tears

G My lady of the Various Sorrows

C Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen

G Some kept safe for tomorrow

C On an endless night, silver star spangled

C# The bells from the chapel went

D jingle-jangle

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

C A# FFFFFFFFF

Do you love me like I love you?

She was given to me to put things right

And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her

Still I seemed so obsolete and small

I found God and all His devils inside her

In my bed she cast the blizzard out

A mock sun blazed upon her head

So completely full of light she was

Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad

Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled

And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me like I love you?

She had a heartful of love and devotion

She had a mindful of tyranny and terror

Well, I try, I do, I really try

But I just err, baby, I do, error

So come find me, my darling one

I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs

Ah, here she comes blocking the sun

Blood running down the inside of her legs

The moon in the sky is battered and mangled

And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me like I love you?

All things move towards their end

I knew before I met her that I would lose her

I swear I made every effort to be good to her

I made every effort not to abuse her

Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles

And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

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Greg O'Beirne

gobeirne@tartarus.uwa.edu.au