A Box for Black Paul

A Box for Black Paul 歌词

歌曲	A Box for Black Paul
歌手	Nick Cave
专辑	From Her to Eternity
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : 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 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

	zuo ci : 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 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!'
	Blackpuppet, in a heap up against the stoningwall
	Blackpuppet, go to sleep, mama won' t scold ya anymore
	Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams they' re headin for the motherpool
	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 penpushers 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 bloodrose grown...
	These are the true
	DemonFlowers!
	These are the true
	DemonFlowers!
	Stand back everyone!
	Bloodblack 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 puppetbody 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 blacksoil?
	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
	SurfaceFlat
	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...
	Weeell, 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 badman 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

	zuò cí : 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 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!'
	Blackpuppet, in a heap up against the stoningwall
	Blackpuppet, go to sleep, mama won' t scold ya anymore
	Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams they' re headin for the motherpool
	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 penpushers 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 bloodrose grown...
	These are the true
	DemonFlowers!
	These are the true
	DemonFlowers!
	Stand back everyone!
	Bloodblack 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 puppetbody 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 blacksoil?
	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
	SurfaceFlat
	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...
	Weeell, 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 badman 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

A Box for Black Paul 歌词

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