Paris 1919 (outtake) [Strings] Songtext
von John Cale
Paris 1919 (outtake) [Strings] Songtext
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there, but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
Coming to the doors 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
But on Mondays not at all
Casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I′ve come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
The Continent′s just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam, and maids of honor
Singing, crying, singing tediously
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I′ve come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
"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 the Champs-Élysées
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the bishop and I′ve come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Thank you very much
Standing there, but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
Coming to the doors 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
But on Mondays not at all
Casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I′ve come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
The Continent′s just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam, and maids of honor
Singing, crying, singing tediously
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I′ve come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
"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 the Champs-Élysées
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You′re a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the bishop and I′ve come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Thank you very much
Writer(s): John Davies Cale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com