May 8, 1911, Hazlehurst, Mississippi

Black road long and I drove and drove
And came upon a crossroad the night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Ah, well here come Lucifer with his canon law
And a hundred black babies running from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil, man
Don’t know who is gonna rip off who
Driving my car, flame trees on fire
Sitting and singing the Higgs Boson Blues
I’m tired, I’m looking for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped

– NICK CAVE