Текст песни John Cale - Strange Times in Casablanca
John Cale - Strange Times in Casablanca слова песни
Strange times in casablanca when people pull down their shadesAnd its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder whyWe were to blameBlame comes remorselessly transfixedLike the sound of slamming doorsAnd doors have doors have doors have doors have doorsLike companions have pets they sleep in each others mattressesLike maggots in despairAnd bleed in each others nests and make a mess of each others snaresStrange times in casablancaStrange timesThey make some striking couplesThey make some frustration of the callAnd only those who are satisfied by friendship would even payAttention to it allIt comes like mail or telegramsIt comes expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing heatAnd that contentment of depression that delivers most of the timeBut cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of gargoyleBroken prints savage fingersUndertaken catamaranStrange times in casablancaWeve turned our back on it once beforeAnd we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause usAnd you can smash once moreAnd they can smash once moreBut I dont think anybody wants to smash anymore