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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
¿Quién va a construir una caja para Negro Pablo?
Ah'm enquirin en nombre de su alma
Ah'd se beholdin al ya todos los
Para una información lil, a sólo pocos indicios de
Así que se va a cavar el agujero?
Cuando ya hace ransackin 'su habitación
grabbin cualquier maldita cosa que brilla,
tirar los restos de abajo en la calle
Al igual que todos sus libros y sus notas.
Todos sus libros y sus notas y
Toda la basura que escribió
todo el lote maldita hasta en el humo
¿No hay nuthin más sagrado
¿No que alguien va a construir una caja para Negro Pablo?
Y su fuera a disparar sus armas de fuego
y su disparando fuera de la boca
diciendo: "Joder con nosotros ... y muere! "
"A la mierda con nosotros ... y muere! "
(Vamos a ver que la rata de miedo ir a echar por tierra en sus cráneos)
"Cubrir ese ojo! Cubrir ese ojo helado! "
Negro-títere, en un montón en contra de la lapidación de la pared
Negro-títere, ir a dormir, ma-ma ya no regañe más
Los ejércitos de hormigas, vadear los arroyos lil rojos
son dirijo a la madre-pool
Oh Señor, que es cruel! O el hombre que hace calor! O el hombre es caliente y
Y algunos de ellos las hormigas simplemente subir a la mancha
¿Quién tiró la primera piedra Negro Pablo?
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Nick Cave
A Box For Black Paul
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
Nick Cave
Una Caja Para Pablo Negro
Una Caja Para Pablo Negro
¿Quién va a construir una caja para Negro Pablo?
Ah'm enquirin en nombre de su alma
Ah'd se beholdin al ya todos los
Para una información lil, a sólo pocos indicios de
Así que se va a cavar el agujero?
Cuando ya hace ransackin 'su habitación
grabbin cualquier maldita cosa que brilla,
tirar los restos de abajo en la calle
Al igual que todos sus libros y sus notas.
Todos sus libros y sus notas y
Toda la basura que escribió
todo el lote maldita hasta en el humo
¿No hay nuthin más sagrado
¿No que alguien va a construir una caja para Negro Pablo?
Y su fuera a disparar sus armas de fuego
y su disparando fuera de la boca
diciendo: "Joder con nosotros ... y muere! "
"A la mierda con nosotros ... y muere! "
(Vamos a ver que la rata de miedo ir a echar por tierra en sus cráneos)
"Cubrir ese ojo! Cubrir ese ojo helado! "
Negro-títere, en un montón en contra de la lapidación de la pared
Negro-títere, ir a dormir, ma-ma ya no regañe más
Los ejércitos de hormigas, vadear los arroyos lil rojos
son dirijo a la madre-pool
Oh Señor, que es cruel! O el hombre que hace calor! O el hombre es caliente y
Y algunos de ellos las hormigas simplemente subir a la mancha
¿Quién tiró la primera piedra Negro Pablo?
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
