歌手:Nick Cave
专辑:《From Her to Eternity》

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