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Paris 1919
by John 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 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 its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
Singing crying singing tediously

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

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOHN DAVIES CALE

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deeSP

Leffen 2-1 over Salem

Plagued Frost

deeSP
Leffen whooped Salem so hard he time traveled...

thePaperCat

Leffen running a train over Salem brought me here.

RIP ETIKA

b i g l e f f

jojiswims

He captured another time. This song takes you away into the past.

Lost Soul

Yes it paints a picture.

Paul A

The Champs-Elysee, 100 years ago.

Jonny Ross

+Joe Bianco and yet it's always present!

dreamtransmissions

I want to live in this song for a month or so

jackhughesbooks

Well said!

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