paris 1919

• john cale'in 1973 cikisli nefis albumu ve albumde adeta hic bitmiycekmis gibi gelen, bol yaylili, keyif verici madde gibi bir sarki.
  
  `:`
  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
  (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