Zen (Live)
It's midnight
And our silver tongued obsessions emerges out of the dark
Scrambling to be recognized before tearing themselves apart
It's zen and the art of Bollywood
Heroes turning on a spit
Lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch
We don't know the half of it
Clever as is, clever does
His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round
Hypnotizing everyone on it
In zen and the art of forgery, we're losing control of light
De-Lorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco
Someone's gonna pay the price
If I didn't know you better than that
I'd never let you out of my sight
Where is the art of sorcery?
We wanna be fooled again
Staggered by deception, charmed into submission
Helpless as a deck of cards
It's now the art of reality
Gulling spade to spade
Facing the obvious
A monkey and his grinder
But on a different plain
I see you clearly from day to day
As clearly as I see you tonight
"Keep talking," said the slow-eyed Mandarin
"I've got nothing to say"
Meet me on the staircase on your way down
We'll see if there's been a mistake
In zen and the art of algebra
There is no value for time
Whatever thrives inside the dark
Decays on the outside
And our silver tongued obsessions emerges out of the dark
Scrambling to be recognized before tearing themselves apart
It's zen and the art of Bollywood
Heroes turning on a spit
Lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch
We don't know the half of it
Clever as is, clever does
His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round
Hypnotizing everyone on it
In zen and the art of forgery, we're losing control of light
De-Lorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco
Someone's gonna pay the price
If I didn't know you better than that
I'd never let you out of my sight
Where is the art of sorcery?
We wanna be fooled again
Staggered by deception, charmed into submission
Helpless as a deck of cards
It's now the art of reality
Gulling spade to spade
Facing the obvious
A monkey and his grinder
But on a different plain
I see you clearly from day to day
As clearly as I see you tonight
"Keep talking," said the slow-eyed Mandarin
"I've got nothing to say"
Meet me on the staircase on your way down
We'll see if there's been a mistake
In zen and the art of algebra
There is no value for time
Whatever thrives inside the dark
Decays on the outside
Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale
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