Cafe shabu lyrics ( John cale )
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Artist : John cale Song : Cafe shabu Welcome to the café shabu. permit me to introduce
you to some of our regulars. starting on my
immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in
café shabu, you’ll note a poet, a man of words by
tr
And yes, that’s a refugee from an unnamed
political philosophy, come here to spread his
message of joy and peace amongst us. thank you
very much sir. over here, next to him we see a
lady who has
Ed-in a lifestyle of the rich and famous for work
with underprivileged and exceptional children
which I am sure makes her very pleased with
herself, ladies and gentlemen. sitting next to
her a m
Letters and words and moods. a man who spent most
of his life deceiving himself and now finds
himself facing six years in rehabilitation prison
and a death sentence on the outside. sitting
next
Im on a banquette, a ballerina. she’s had two
grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she’s full.
in fact, she’s been stuffed for years. next to
her are two spinsters knitting their way in and
out
Arious predicaments coloure
D by the excesses of their ancestors. and close
by them, some surreal painter’s brooding over the
very over-emphasis of colour-violence. violence
on the blue end of the scale. next to them, two
Uty detectives checking each other out. next door
to the sugarholics, see them shivering, see them
staring into the distance, see them growing, oh,
see them go comatose. insulin please, maitre d
My immediate right several politicians smiling
lizard-like, see them assure themselves that
their status is indeed quo.
Rip up the cheques said the maitre d’. see if I
care. I do this for the company. I’ve got no-one
to trust any secrets to but myself. in the
basement, in the vault, in the attic on the walls
are
Ictures I take in part-payment for my time. and
the waitress reminds you that in the backroom
bathed in red, glowing with the speed of light
that reflects the demands of the living for the
dead,
Our angels, a host at your service to meet your
every need. so order up, the waitress said. our
great café serves everything.
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