john cale – paris 1919 lyrics
she makes me so unsure of myself
standing there but never talking sense
just a visitor you see
so much wanting to be seen
she’d open up the door and vaguely carry us away
it’s the customary thing to say or do
to a disappointed proud man in his grief
and on fridays she’d be there
and on wednesday not at all
just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
you’re a ghost la la la
you’re a ghost
i’m in the church and i’ve come
to claim you with my iron drum
la la la
the continent’s just fallen in disgrace
william william william rogers put it in it’s place
blood and tears from old j-pan
caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
singing crying singing tediously
(les tuilleries — instruments sans voix)
efficiency efficiency they say
get to know the date and tell the time of day
as the crowds begin complaining
how the beaujolais is raining
down on darkened meetings on champs elysee
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