Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - A Box for Black Paul lyrics
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 informationjust a little indication
Just who'll dig the hole?
When ya done ransackin' his room
Grabbin any damn thing that shines
Throw the scraps down on the street
Like all his books and his notes.
All his books and his notes and
All the junk that he wrote
The whole fucken lot right up in smoke
Ain't there nuthin sacred anymore
Won't someone will build a box for black paul?
And their shootin off his guns
And their shootin off their mouths
Saying 'fuck with us ... and die!'
'fuck with us ... and die!'
(let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls)
'cover that eye! cover that frozen eye!'
Black-puppetin a heap up against the stoning-wall
Black-puppetgo to sleepma-ma won't scold ya anymore
Armies of antswade up the lil red streams
They're headin for the mother-pool
O lordit's cruel! o man it's hot! o man it's hot and
And some of them ants they just climb to the spot
Who threw the first stone at black paul?
'don't ask 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!'
Heyheyheyhey...
Here is the hammerthat built the scaffold
And built the box...
Here is the shovelthat dug the hole
In this ground of rocks...
And here is the pile of stones!
And for each one plantedGod 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 widowadjusting 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 dressnightly
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 woods and the thickets
Come the ghosts of his victims
'we love you!'
'ah love you!'
'and this will not hurt a bit
Outta my eyes was your rise to full glory spring up from the corp(? ? ) of life we'll go upupupupup into death
Upupupupinhale it's breath
O yesdeath favours those that favor death'
Here is the stoneand this is the inscription it bare:
'below lies black paulunder 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 old widows weeping into their skirts
And all the lil gals and the lil boys
And the scribes with their pens poised
All the hullaballooall the norse
All the hullaballooall the noise
All the hullaballooall of the noise
Clears his throat of black blood
Singin black paul like a lonely boy...
We-e-e-llah have cried one thousand tears
Ah've cried a thousand tearsit's true
And the next stormy night you know
That ah'm still cryin them for you
Wellah had a gal she was so sweet
Red dressand long red hair hangin down
And heaven yes ain't heaven
Without that lil girl hangin around
Wellya know ah've beenn a bad-man
And lord knows ah done some good things too
But ah confessmy soul will never rest
Until you'veuntil you've build
Until you've built a box for my galtoo.
My galtoo
My galtoo
