John Cale/Bob Neuwirth piosenki

Sushi for Shabu. You keep calling me. You keep calling me. Angel of Death. I have thought I heard you singing. Angel of Death. I have held the flutter of your seductive wings. Angel of Death. I have seen you counting on shadows. Angel of Death. I have watc...

Consternation on the dance floor, I can't take it anymore My ugly girlfriend has these big eyes, she's running out the door "Get her back," the regulars cry All the bar-flies are going dry "We need some business," says the man reaching out with the greasy...

Welcome to the Café Shabu. Permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. Starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in Café Shabu, you'll note a poet, a man of words by trade. And yes, that's a refugee from an unnamed political philosophy,...

May I help you, sir? Yes, I'd like to buy a map, please. What kind of map? As up-to-date as possible, I'm thinking of doing a bit of travelling and I need the latest world atlas. I'm sorry but we may be in a bit of trouble there. All the maps are changing...

In the shadows of the night come the friends of fantasy dancing forward toward the dawn, wrapped in coats of vanity. In the closets in the home hang the toasts of days gone by, breaking every haunted scheme confusing thoughts with fantasy. This is the moder...

The sky is 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 retina peels from the strain of the dull, sac...

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 lonely there was nothing left to say, hoping for a speaking revoluti...

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 her wings and fly. She had her eye on a man, the hero of the valley....

Welcome to the goldrush, 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 many people in one place, you get intole...

"What do you think is going on here?" the old man said from his chair. "D'you think this is anything new? Now look here, son. This is just like it was back in the old days before the last war. Then the politics changed, the scene rearranged and became how we k...

Wasting time, we wait for answers, every time we throw the dice. Breaking down all delusions, wasting time. Finding time, we take no chances. Treating time, and pulling punches. Losing time ruins the dance. Wasting time, wasting time. Real time gives no comf...

Desperation sets the clock, buried treasure, call the shots, family jewels in the vault, sleep safe at any cost. When the life begins to fade, snakes rattle in the cage, nasty creatures on the crawl, nothing dead as much at all. Streets come alive after midn...

Before the end of the beginning Before the finish credits roll There is a brief but brutal truth Along the high and mighty road Faces tend to run together Names be lost and legends told Of the ways to be forgiven On that high and mighty road There is...

Who's in charge? Who's in charge? Who's in charge? Who's in charge? Is it the Army? Is it the Money? Are you responsible? I'm not responsible. You wanna die now? Why not, it's a good day to die. Who's in charge? Who's in charge? Who's in charge?...