For years Tam and Hannah have been trying to make me understand the wonders of Nick Cave. But me, being so numbed by Zepplin I stuck on repeat in the car's CD player, was unable to hear them. Then, as fate would have it, I was driving out to meet my brother, and Nick Cave was in the CD player, so I took a listen. It would seem, once again, they were right, and It took a crow bar to wrench my tiny little brain out of its small hole of comfortable sameness.

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house