Song | Paris 1919 |
Artist | John Cale |
Album | Fragments of a Rainy Season |
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作词 : Cale | |
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 comeTo claim you with my iron drum | |
La la laThe continent's just fallen in disgrace | |
William william william rogers put it in it's place | |
Blood and tears from old japan | |
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 |
zuo ci : Cale | |
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 comeTo claim you with my iron drum | |
La la laThe continent' s just fallen in disgrace | |
William william william rogers put it in it' s place | |
Blood and tears from old japan | |
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 |
zuò cí : Cale | |
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 comeTo claim you with my iron drum | |
La la laThe continent' s just fallen in disgrace | |
William william william rogers put it in it' s place | |
Blood and tears from old japan | |
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 |