Paris 1919 - Live, Zeche Bochum 06.03.1983

She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor, you see
So much wanting to be seen
Coming through the door and vaguely carry us away

It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed, proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
But on Mondays not at all
Casually appearing from the clock across the hall

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
And the Bishop and they'll come
To claim you with my iron drum la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
Willi-Willi-William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
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
You're a ghost la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And the church and they'll come
To claim you with my iron drum la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Efficiency, efficiency they say
Get to know your job and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Élysée

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
And the Bishop when they'll come
To claim you with my iron drum la-la-la-la-la

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
And the church and they'll come
To claim you with my iron drum la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Thank you very much



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Writer(s): John Davies Cale
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