Текст (слова) песни: John Cale - Cafe Shabu

Welcome to the caf shabu. permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in caf shabu, youll note a poet, a man of words by tr

And yes, thats 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. shes had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and shes full. in fact, shes 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 painters 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. Ive 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 caf serves everything.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: John Cale - Cafe Shabu Welcome to the caf shabu. permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in caf shabu, youll note a poet, a man of words by tr And yes, thats 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. shes had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and shes full. in fact, shes 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 painters 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. Ive 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 caf serves everything. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Cafe Shabu: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/17634.html Все тексты песен: John Cale » John Cale - Gideons Bible » John Cale - Hello It`s Me » John Cale - Forever Changed » John Cale - Small Town » John Cale - Pablo Picasso » John Cale - I`ll be your mirror » John Cale - Starlight » John Cale - Caribbean Sunset » John Cale - Riverbank » John Cale - Damn Life » John Cale - Pastoral Angst » John Cale - Coyote » John Cale - Memphis » John Cale - Antarctica Starts Here » John Cale - The Academy in Peril » John Cale - Magic Lies » John Cale - Cleo » John Cale - Venus in Furs » John Cale - The Endless Plain of Fortune » John Cale - My Maria Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Щеглов - Памяти Арика Круппа » Булат Окуджава - Времена » Блестящие - Там, только там » Борис Моисеев - Золотая моя » Беретта - Туризм лучше, чем эмиграция » Браво - Выше всех » Бетховен - Allegro » Борис Вячеславов - Три тыщи успеха и жизни спокойной... » Булат Окуджава - Как научиться рисовать » Борис Бондарев - Синие скалы, синяя тень... » Би-2 - Мой Rock`n`Roll (совместно с Чичериной) » Борис Бондарев - Снятся нам с тобой большие расстоянья... » Булат Окуджава - Песня о московском муравье » Борис Аникин - Ученица » Блестящие - Только ты » Борис Шахнович - Прогулка с котом » Борис Бондарев - Леночке Юшиной, трагически погибшей в пещере на Урале » Борис Вайханский - Барышня и поэт » Булат Окуджава - Солнышко сияет, музыка играет... » Борис Бондарев - Две палатки у тропинки мокнут от дождя...
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