John Cale - Paris 1919 download song

Song Lyrics

la la la la la la
la la la la la la
Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You re a ghost la la la la la la la la la, she d open up the doors and vaguely carry us away, caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
I m the church and i ve come, to claim you with my iron drum

La la la la la la, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
Standing there but never ever talking sense, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
I m the church and i ve come, to claim you with my iron drum
To claim you with my iron drum, la la la la la la
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la

how the beaujolais is raining
La la la la la la, to claim you with my iron drum
the continent s just fallen in disgrace
The continent s just fallen in disgrace, caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
singing crying singing tediously

You re a ghost la la la la la la la la la, standing there but never ever talking sense
To claim you with my iron drum, caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor John, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
And on fridays she d be there, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la Paris, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You re a ghost la la la la la la la la la, down on darkened meetings on the champs elysee
i m the church and i ve come

down on darkened meetings on the champs elysee
You re a ghost la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la Paris, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
to claim you with my iron drum
you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
And i m the church and i ve come, it s the customary thing to say or do to a disappointed proud man in his grief, the continent s just fallen in disgrace

blood and tears from old japan
La la la la la la, i m the church and i ve come
i m the church and i ve come
To claim you with my iron drum, you re a ghost la la la la la la la la la
To claim you with my iron drum, and i m the church and i ve come

To claim you with my iron drum, standing there but never ever talking sense
william william william rogers put it in its place
as the crowds begin complaining
singing crying singing tediously
Just a visitor you see, i m the church and i ve come Paris, get to know the date and tell the time of day