A Box for Black Paul歌词
作词 : Nick Cave
作曲 : Nick Cave
Who'll build a box for Black Paul
Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul
Ah'd be beholdin to ya all
For a lil information, just some lil kindation
Just who will dig the hole
When ya done ransackin his room
Grabbin anything that shines
Throw the scrap down on the street
Like all his books and his notes
All all his books and his notes the junk that he wrote
The whole f**ken lot right up in smoke
Aint there nuthin sacred anymore
Someone will build a box for Black Paul
And they're shootin off his guns
And they're shootin off their mouths
Saying 'F**k with us and die '
'F**k with us and die '
Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls
'Cover that eye, Cover that frozen eye '
Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall
Blood-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore
Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams
They're headin for the mother-pool
O lord, it's cruel, O man it's hot
O man it's hot
And some of them ants they just ilot to the spot
Who threw the first stone at Black Paul
'Don't ack us', say the critics and the hacks
The pen-pushers and the quacks
'We just come to git dah facks '
'We just come to git dah facks '
Hey hey hey hey
Here is the hammer, that build the scaffold
And built the box ,
Here is the shovel, that dug the hole
In this ground of rocks ,
And here is the pile of stones
And for each one planted, God only knows
A blood-rose grown ,
These are the true Demon-Flowers
These are the true Demon-Flowers
Stand back everyone, Blood-black everyone
Who'll build a box for Black Paul
Who'll carry it up the hill
'Not I', said the widow, adjusting her veil
'Ah will not drive the nail
Or cart his puppet-body home
For ah done that one hundred times before
Yeah, ah done that one hundred times or more
And why should ah dress his wounds
When he has wounded my dress nightly
Right across the floor'
Who'll build a box for Black Paul
And who'll carry it up the hill
Now who'll bury it in the black-soil
And from the woods and the thickets
Come the ghosts of his victims
'We love you '
'I love you '
'And this will not hurt a bit
We'll go up up up up up into Death
Up up up up, inhale its breath
O yeah, Death favours those that favor Death'
Here is the stone, and here is the inscription at bare
'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper
But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There'
And all the angels come on down
And all you men and women crowd around
And all the widows weeping into their skirts
And all the lil gals and the lil boys
And the scribes with their pens poised
All the hullaballoo, all the noise
All the hullaballoo, all the noise
All the hullaballoo, all of the noise
Clears his throat of black blood
Black Paul singin, like a lonely boy
We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one thousand tears
Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its true
And the next stormy night ya know
That ah'm still cryin them for you
Well, ah had a girl she was so sweet
Red dress, and long red hair hangin down
And heaven jus' ain't heaven
Without that lil girl hangin around
Well, ya know ah've been a bad-man
But Lord knows ah dun some good things too
But ah confess, my soul will never rest
Until you, until you build
Until ya build a box for my gal, too
My gal, too