A Box For Black Paul lyrics

Artist  : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds 
Song : A Box For Black Paul
 


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
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-puppet, in a heap up
against the stoning-wall
Black-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
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!'
Hey, hey, hey, hey...


Here
is the hammer, that built 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?
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 up, up, up,
up, up into Death
up, up, up, up, inhale its
breath
O yes, Death favours those that favor
Death'


Here is the stone, and this is
the inscription it 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 old 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
norse
All the hullaballoo, all the
noise
All the hullaballoo, all of the
noise
clears his throat of black
blood
singin Black Paul like a lonely
boy...


We-e-e-ll, ah have cried one
thousand tears
Ah've cried a thousand tears,
its true
And the next stormy night you
know,
That ah'm still cryin them for
you


Well, ah had a gal she was so
sweet,
Red dress, and long red hair hangin
down
And heaven yes ain't heaven
Without
that lil girl hangin around


Well, ya
know ah've beenn a bad-man
and Lord knows ah
done some good things too
But ah confess, my
soul will never rest
Until you've, until
you've build
Until you've built a box for my
gal, too.
my gal, too
my gal, too