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NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDSA BOX FOR BLACK PAULWho'll build a box for Black Paul?Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soulAh'd be beholdin to ya allFor a lil information, just a little indicationJust who'll dig the hole?When ya done ransackin' his roomgrabbin any damn thing that shines,throw the scraps down on the streetLike all his books and his notes.All his books and his notes andAll the junk that he wrotethe whole fucken lot right up in smokeAin't there nuthin sacred anymoreWon't someone will build a box for Black Paul?And their shootin off his gunsand their shootin off their mouthssaying '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 wallBlack puppet, go to sleep, ma ma won't scold ya anymoreArmies of ants, wade up the lil red streamsthey're headin for the mother poolO lord, it's cruel! O man it's hot! O man it's hot andAnd some of them ants they just climb to the spotWho threw the first stone at Black Paul?'Don't ask us', say the critics and the hacksThe 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 nailOr 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 thicketsCome 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 glorySpring up from the corp of lifewe'll go up, up, up, up, up into Deathup, up, up, up, inhale its breathO 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 aroundAnd all the old widows weeping into their skirtsAnd all the lil gals and the lil BoysAnd the scribes with their pens poisedAll the hullaballoo, all the norseAll the hullaballoo, all the noiseAll the hullaballoo, all of the noiseclears his throat of black bloodsingin Black Paul like a lonely boy...We e e ll, ah have cried one thousand tearsAh've cried a thousand tears, its trueAnd the next stormy night you know,That ah'm still cryin them for youWell, ah had a gal she was so sweet,Red dress, and long red hair hangin downAnd heaven yes ain't heavenWithout that lil girl hangin aroundWell, ya know ah've beenn a bad manand Lord knows ah done some good things tooBut ah confess, my soul will never restUntil you've, until you've buildUntil you've built a box for my gal, too.my gal, toomy gal, tooNICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDSAIN'T GONNA RAIN ANYMOREOnce there came a storm in the form of a girlIt blew to pieces my snug little worldSometimes I swear I can still hear her howlDown through the wreckage and the ruinsAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's goneAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's goneNow the storm has passed over meI'm left to drift on a dead calm seaAnd watch her forever through the cracks in the beamsNailed across the doorways of the bedrooms of my dreamsAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's goneAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's goneNow I got no one to holdNow I am all alone againIt ain't too hot but it ain't too coldAnd there is no sign of rainAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's goneAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's goneAnd I'mHere I'm on my ownShe ain't coming back no moreShe ain't coming back no moreShe ain't coming back no moreSay what you will, I don't careAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby's gone, yeahAnd it ain't gonna rain anymoreNow my baby has goneNICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDSALL TOMORROW'S PARTIESAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesA hand me down dress from who knows whereTo all tomorrow's partiesAnd where will she go and what shall she doWhen midnight comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's gownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesWhy silks and plumes of yesterday's gownsTo all tomorrow's partiesAnd what shall she do with Thursday's ragsWhen Monday comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesFor Thursday's child is Sunday's clownFor whom none will go mourningA blackened shroud, a hand me down gownOf rags and silks, a costumeFit for one who sits and criesFor all tomorrow's partiesNICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDSAND NO MORE SHALL WE PARTAnd no more shall we partIt will no longer be necessaryAnd no more will I say, dear heartI am alone and she has left meAnd no more shall we partThe contracts are drawn up, the ring is locked upon the fingerAnd never again will my letters startSadly, or in the depths of winterAnd no more shall we partAll the hatchets have been buried nowAnd all of birds will sing to yourbeautiful heartUpon the boughAnd no more shall we partYour chain of command has been silenced nowAnd all of those birds would've sung to your beautiful heartAnyhowLord, stay by meDon't go downI will never be freeIf I'm not free nowLord, stay by meDon't go downI never was freeWhat are you talking about?For no more shall we partAnd no more shall we partNICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDSAS I SAT SADLY BY HER SIDEAs I sat sadly by her sideAt the window, through the glassShe stroked a kitten in her lapAnd we watched the world as it fell pastSoftly she spoke these words to meAnd with brand new eyes, open wideWe pressed our faces to the glassAs I sat sadly by her sideShe said, Father, mother, sister, brother,Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,Actor, scientist, mechanic, priestEarth and moon and sun and starsPlanets and comets with tails blazingAll are there forever fallingFalling lovely and amazingThen she smiled and turned to meAnd waited for me to replyHer hair was falling down her shouldersAs I sat sadly by her sideAs I sat sadly by her sideThe kitten she did gently passOver to me and again we pressedOur different faces to the glassThat may be very well , I saidBut watch the one falling in the streetSee him gesture to his neighboursSee him trampled beneath their feetAll outward motion connects to nothingFor each is concerned with their immediate needWitness the man reaching up from the gutterSee the other one stumbling on who can not seeWith trembling hand I turned toward herAnd pushed the hair out of her eyesThe kitten jumped back to her lapAs I sat sadly by her sideThen she drew the curtains downAnd said, When will you ever learnThat what happens there beyond the glassIs simply none of your concern?God has given you but one heartYou are not a home for the hearts of your brothersAnd God does not care for your benevolenceAnymore than he cares for the lack of it in othersNor does he care for you to sitAt windows in judgement of the world He createdWhile sorrows pile up around youUgly, useless and over inflatedAt which she turned her head awayGreat tears leaping from her eyesI could not wipe the smile from my faceAs I sat sadly by her sideNICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDSAVALANCHEI stepped into an avalancheIt covered up my soulWhen I am not this hunchback that you seeI sleep beneath the golden hillYou who wish to conquer painYou must learn to serve me wellYou strike my side by accidentAs you go down to your goalThis cripple here that you clothe and feedIs neither starved nor coldHe does not ask for your companyNot at the centre, the centre of the worldI who am on a pedestalYou did not raise me thereYour laws do not compel me nowTo kneel grotesque and bareFor I myself am the pedestalFor this ugly hump at which you stareYou who wish to conquer painYou must learn what makes me kindThe crumbs of love that you offer meAre the crumbs I've left behindYour pain is no credential hereIt's just a shadow of my woundI have begun to ask for youI who have no greedI have begun to long for youI who have no needYou say you've gone away from meBut I can feel you when you breatheDo not dress in those rags for meI know you are not poorAnd do not love me quite so fiercely nowWhen you know that you are not sureIt is your turn, my beloved oneIt is your flesh that I wearNICK CAVE & THE BAD SEE... 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