"This morning, I got up at five, I couldn't sleep, I'd fretted about this and I'd fretted about that. The night had played its cruel trick of turning all the good things in my life into bad things, and it was all what-ifs, and yeah-buts, and what-abouts swirling around in my mind. I crept out of the house so as not to wake Susie, putting on a winter coat because the temperature had dropped and it was sleeting outside."
"Down at the lake, I could tell the water temperature had dropped significantly because some early morning swimmers were standing around, shivering and slapping themselves, their skin reddened by the cold. I stripped off my clothes and leapt in, swimming across the lake in my usual dithering way, allowing the icy water to do its work - rearranging the blood, cleansing the temple, expelling the morning demons."
Nick Cave wakes at five, unable to sleep and riven by worries. He slips out quietly, dons a winter coat, and walks through a sleeting park where ducks and Egyptian geese honk and leaves fall. At the lake he notices early swimmers shivering; he strips and plunges into icy water, describing a physical cleansing that rearranges blood and expels morning demons. Shivering, he dresses, grabs a coffee, and returns across the park. He puts in earphones and plays Geese's album Getting Killed; the opening song 'Trinidad' moves from Cameron Winter's plaintive 'I try...' into a cathartic, drum-driven chorus.
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