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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