Тексты песен «John Cale»

Momamma Scuba Scuba woman down me slow Scuba woman down me slow Love you Skin turn to slime Hold me slow and dub me down Take me with you, dub me down Love you Skin dub me down Scuba mama sink me down Love...

Open the window In come the clouds Reaching around my neck Looked in the mirror, nobody there What's gonna happen next Mothra, Mothra, give it a whirl Try something new today Mothra, Mothra Try it again, try something...

I believe you Mr. Wilson I believe the things you say And I'm always thinking of you When I hear your music play And you know it's true That Wales is not like California in any way And when I listen to your music...

My maria She's a simple kind of girl Goes to mass Sees the blood of jesus flow Ohhh maria Ohhh maria Then her mother told her baby how her brother died Streets were fighting and the rivers all ran dry Ohhh...

Words and music: lou reed & john cale I really care a lot although I look like I do not Since I was shot there's nobody but you I know I look blase, party andy's what the papers say At dinner I'm the one who pays - for...

If you're looking to find A place to hide Where the climate is cool And the river is wide Down in the Nookie Wood Down in the Nookie Wood In the kitchens of the Mardi Gras The cooks of pestilence meet Brewing up their...

The sky's full of dirty, aching air, that's burning a greasy yellow and zooming Slowly in on everyone, [untie] these fighting sunsets that will not be fulfilled. The noise on her eyes is still there, even when the...

Sitting 'round, talking 'bout old china and how the ladies hair will go to grey, paying for a speedy revolution, hoping those fine lines will go away. someone screams about abuse of power, so lo There was nothing left...

Words: dylan thomas The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long walks of their vows. Now their love lies a loss And love and his patients roar on a chain; From...

Words and music: lou reed & john cale Please Come over to 81st street I'm in the apartment above the bar You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway And the tacky store with the mylar scarves My skin's as...

Overture - a) a tourist - b) a contact - c) a prisoner Excuse me, excuse me! can you show me the way out of here? Of course. this way. just pass the headless horsemen, the cafa shabu. And how far is that? Not far...

Words and music: jonathan richman Well some people try to pick up girls And get called assholes This never happened to pablo picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and So pablo...

God knows how long she was waiting on the mountain, staring at the river, watching all her dreams go by. every single morning she sang of crystal fountains, counting the days until she spread he Gs and fly. she had her...

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...

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...

Welcome to the gold rush, ladies and gentlemen Where California begins and maybe ends California is the last stop on the great hitchhike West and now it's getting a little full Too many thumbs, well, when you get Too...

Won't you help me please, I'm growing old A million years ago Won't you help me sneeze, I've caught a cold Another way to go Just hold on tightly This shows on my breed They speak so very slow It gets so hard to...

Words: leonard cohen Queen victoria, My father and all his tobacco loved you, I love you too in all your forms, The slim and lovely virgin floating among german beer, The mean governess of the huge pink maps, The...

Words: Sam Shepherd I knew a guitar player once Who called the radio friendly He felt a kinship, not with the music so much as with the radio's voice Its synthetic quality Its voice as distinct from the voices coming...

All along the riverbank nobody seems to know They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls Safety first or safety last I wish I could have helped Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their...