A Box for Black Paul
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Nick Cave
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Who'll build a box for Black Paul? I'm inquiring on behalf of his soul I'd be beholding to ya all For a lil' information, yes some kinda information Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransacking his room Grabbing anything that shines, Throw the scrap down on the street Like all his books and his notes. All the junk that he wrote The whole fuckin' lot right up in smoke Ain't there nothing sacred anymore Someone will build a box for Black Paul? And there shooting off his guns And there shooting off their mouths Saying 'F*ck 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 Blud-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams They're heading for the mother-pool O lord, it's cruel, O man it's hot! And some of them ants they yes 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 jes cum to git dah facks!' 'We jes cum 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 blud-rose grown, These are the true Demon-Flowers! These are the true Demon-Flowers! Stand back everyone! Blud-black everyone! Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? 'Not I', said the widow, adjusting his 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, nighty, Right across the floor' Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? Who'll bury it in the black-soil? And from the words and the thickets Come the ghosts of his victims 'We love you!' 'Ah 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 favors those that favor Death' Here is the stone, and this 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 mein-pens parsed All the hullaballoo, all the noise All the hullaballoo, all the noise All the hullaballoo, all of the noise Clears his throat of black blud Singin Black Paul like a lonely boy We-e-e-ll, ah have cried one thousand tears Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its true And the next stormy night ya know, That I'm still crying them for you Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet, Red dress, and long red hair hanging down And heaven yes ain't heaven Without that lil' gal hanging around Well, ya know I've loin a bad-man And 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.
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