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  • 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
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Nick Cave
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Nick Cave
    [00:15.81]Who'll build a box for Black Paul
    [00:25.82]
    [00:31.97]Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul
    [00:35.94]
    [00:36.85]Ah'd be beholdin to ya all
    [00:39.36]
    [00:40.52]For a lil information, just some lil kindation
    [00:48.66]
    [00:49.47]Just who will dig the hole
    [01:00.21]When ya done ransackin his room
    [01:02.95]
    [01:04.68]Grabbin anything that shines
    [01:07.57]
    [01:08.18]Throw the scrap down on the street
    [01:10.37]
    [01:12.14]Like all his books and his notes
    [01:13.72]
    [01:15.69]All all his books and his notes the junk that he wrote
    [01:18.98]
    [01:19.75]The whole f**ken lot right up in smoke
    [01:23.10]
    [01:24.44]Aint there nuthin sacred anymore
    [01:34.51]
    [01:37.14]Someone will build a box for Black Paul
    [01:46.90]And they're shootin off his guns
    [01:48.58]
    [01:50.26]And they're shootin off their mouths
    [01:52.89]
    [01:54.14]Saying 'F**k with us and die '
    [01:56.15]
    [01:57.19]'F**k with us and die '
    [01:59.02]Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls
    [02:02.09]
    [02:02.99]'Cover that eye, Cover that frozen eye '
    [02:07.48]
    [02:13.50]Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall
    [02:24.39]
    [02:25.45]Blood-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore
    [02:36.84]
    [02:39.52]Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams
    [02:44.30]
    [02:44.87]They're headin for the mother-pool
    [02:46.89]
    [02:48.55]O lord, it's cruel, O man it's hot
    [02:53.89]
    [02:55.84]O man it's hot
    [02:57.32]And some of them ants they just ilot to the spot
    [03:01.06]
    [03:03.19]Who threw the first stone at Black Paul
    [03:13.12]
    [03:14.24]'Don't ack us', say the critics and the hacks
    [03:17.42]
    [03:18.40]The pen-pushers and the quacks
    [03:20.76]
    [03:21.50]'We just come to git dah facks '
    [03:24.04]'We just come to git dah facks '
    [03:26.31]
    [03:28.19]Hey hey hey hey
    [03:32.14]
    [03:36.52]Here is the hammer, that build the scaffold
    [03:42.48]And built the box ,
    [03:44.67]
    [03:51.81]Here is the shovel, that dug the hole
    [03:56.59]
    [03:57.35]In this ground of rocks ,
    [04:00.78]
    [04:04.80]And here is the pile of stones
    [04:10.45]And for each one planted, God only knows
    [04:13.67]A blood-rose grown ,
    [04:15.74]
    [04:17.17]These are the true Demon-Flowers
    [04:19.23]
    [04:19.77]These are the true Demon-Flowers
    [04:21.72]
    [04:22.23]Stand back everyone, Blood-black everyone
    [04:28.72]
    [04:42.73]Who'll build a box for Black Paul
    [04:52.96]
    [04:58.34]Who'll carry it up the hill
    [05:05.53]
    [05:07.54]'Not I', said the widow, adjusting her veil
    [05:10.82]'Ah will not drive the nail
    [05:13.80]Or cart his puppet-body home
    [05:16.39]
    [05:17.02]For ah done that one hundred times before
    [05:20.64]Yeah, ah done that one hundred times or more
    [05:23.83]And why should ah dress his wounds
    [05:26.40]
    [05:27.70]When he has wounded my dress nightly
    [05:31.09]Right across the floor'
    [05:33.93]
    [05:37.86]Who'll build a box for Black Paul
    [05:48.37]
    [05:53.26]And who'll carry it up the hill
    [06:03.90]
    [06:08.41]Now who'll bury it in the black-soil
    [06:19.54]And from the woods and the thickets
    [06:20.93]
    [06:21.48]Come the ghosts of his victims
    [06:23.96]'We love you '
    [06:25.79]'I love you '
    [06:27.16]'And this will not hurt a bit
    [06:29.36]
    [06:35.32]We'll go up up up up up into Death
    [06:41.47]Up up up up, inhale its breath
    [06:45.96]
    [06:47.56]O yeah, Death favours those that favor Death'
    [06:57.96]
    [07:04.78]Here is the stone, and here is the inscription at bare
    [07:11.66]
    [07:19.99]'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper
    [07:23.83]But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There'
    [07:28.66]
    [07:32.70]And all the angels come on down
    [07:38.77]And all you men and women crowd around
    [07:42.47]And all the widows weeping into their skirts
    [07:45.54]
    [07:46.13]And all the lil gals and the lil boys
    [07:48.91]
    [07:49.49]And the scribes with their pens poised
    [07:52.54]
    [07:53.19]All the hullaballoo, all the noise
    [07:56.87]
    [07:57.91]All the hullaballoo, all the noise
    [08:01.23]All the hullaballoo, all of the noise
    [08:04.13]
    [08:06.18]Clears his throat of black blood
    [08:08.52]
    [08:11.97]Black Paul singin, like a lonely boy
    [08:16.31]
    [08:19.12]We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one thousand tears
    [08:22.29]
    [08:22.84]Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its true
    [08:26.22]And the next stormy night ya know
    [08:29.52]That ah'm still cryin them for you
    [08:32.74]
    [08:34.55]Well, ah had a girl she was so sweet
    [08:38.17]Red dress, and long red hair hangin down
    [08:42.01]And heaven jus' ain't heaven
    [08:44.60]Without that lil girl hangin around
    [08:48.39]
    [08:49.63]Well, ya know ah've been a bad-man
    [08:53.23]But Lord knows ah dun some good things too
    [08:57.18]But ah confess, my soul will never rest
    [09:01.31]Until you, until you build
    [09:06.99]
    [09:08.54]Until ya build a box for my gal, too
    [09:15.27]
    [09:19.79]My gal, too