John Cale - Strange Times In Casablanca lyrics
[John Cale - Strange Times In Casablanca lyrics]
Strange times in Casablanca when people
Pull down their shades
And it's easy enough for us to look
At each other and wonder why
We were to blame
Blame comes remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors
Have doors have doors
Like companions have pets they sleep
In each other's mattresses
Like maggots in despair
And bleed in each other's nests and make
A mess of each other's snares
Strange times in Casablanca strange times
They make some striking couples
They make some frustration of the call
And only those who are
Satisfied by friendship
Would even pay attention to it all
It comes like mail or telegrams
It comes expectant as a widow in heat
As a widow in the searing heat
And that contentment of depression that
Delivers most of the time
But cannot help the styling of the
Horns in the shape of gargoyle!
Broken prints savage fingers!
Undertaken catamaran!
Broken prints savage fingers!
Undertaken catamaran!
Strange times in Casablanca
We've turned our back on it once before
And we can hear from across the waters what
Damage it will cause us once more
And you can smash once more
And they can smash once more
But I don't think anybody
Wants to smash anymore
Pull down their shades
And it's easy enough for us to look
At each other and wonder why
We were to blame
Blame comes remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors
Have doors have doors
Like companions have pets they sleep
In each other's mattresses
Like maggots in despair
And bleed in each other's nests and make
A mess of each other's snares
Strange times in Casablanca strange times
They make some striking couples
They make some frustration of the call
And only those who are
Satisfied by friendship
Would even pay attention to it all
It comes like mail or telegrams
It comes expectant as a widow in heat
As a widow in the searing heat
And that contentment of depression that
Delivers most of the time
But cannot help the styling of the
Horns in the shape of gargoyle!
Broken prints savage fingers!
Undertaken catamaran!
Broken prints savage fingers!
Undertaken catamaran!
Strange times in Casablanca
We've turned our back on it once before
And we can hear from across the waters what
Damage it will cause us once more
And you can smash once more
And they can smash once more
But I don't think anybody
Wants to smash anymore