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Paris 1919 - John Cale
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
And I'm the church and I've come
Yes you're a ghost la la
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but
la la la la la la la
never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
To claim you with my iron drum
I'm the bishop and I've come
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the doors
To claim you with my iron drum
and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
to say or do
To a disappointe
d
Efficiency efficiency they say
proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
You're a ghost la la
Get to know the date
But on Mondays not at all
Just casually appearing
and tell the time of day
from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost la la la
To claim you with my iron drum
You're a ghost la la la la
la la la la la la la
As the crowds begin complaining
la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la
How the beaujolais is raining
la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
You're a ghost la la la
Down on darkened meetings
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la la la la la
on the Champs-
Elysees
The Continent's
just fallen in disgrace
la la la la la
la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la
William William William Rogers
put it in its place
la la la la
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam
I'm the church and I've come
You're a ghost la la la la la la
And maids of honor singing
crying singing tediously
la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la
la la la la
