Songtext zu 'A Box For Black Paul' von Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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