I don’t know why I haven’t written about it when the song’s been stuck in my head for months, but might I recommend to you the hyperliterate lyrics and the rollicking tune of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ excellent “There She Goes My Beautiful World”, from the Abattoir Blues / the Lyre of Orpheus double album?
John Willmot, penned his poetry riddled with the pox
Nabakov wrote on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks
Singers that sound gospel enough to take you to heaven back up Cave’s distinct gothic voice on lyrics about the necessity of suffering for one’s muse - to paraphrase a former Cave collaborator, I just can’t get it out of my head. Send that stuff on down to me!