John Cale
Fear Is A Man's Best Friend - John Cale

Lyrics

5 Tracks

5 Tracks

  1. Verses
  2. Waiting for Blonde
  3. Chums of Dumpty(we all are)
  4. E Is Missing
  5. Wilderness Approaching (from the film Paris)

Verses

As I was trying to show you
About the Golden Rule
And what the verses taught you
Turned invisible under the moon
Gambling on the weather
To keep the fever down

It's down
Down
Down

When you wander up behind me
Stepping on my throat
You're in among the shadows
I warned you about
Comfortably measured
By the standards that you set
Apart from the Golden Rule

[wordless chorus by his daughter Eden]

The century is opening
You're the next in line
You stand there and accept it
So fine, so fine

I miss you when I'm with you
And claw the air for breath

It's time
This time
It's time

[wordless chorus by his daughter Eden]

(filtered vocal by Cale, w/ trademark screaming)
You said we're not sentimental
But you thought listening was for fools
You saw your chance and you took it
Just blame the Golden Rule

Coal smoke on the city
It's from another age
The scribbling in your notebook
Is soaking with rain

Stumbling on the cobblestones
Mixing with the crowd
Another verse in the golden rule

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Waiting for Blonde

I'm gonna write a play - many minutes long - about a man on the A-train - selling things (for pain) - this is what he said:

'I am a very good business man - Good morning ladies and gentlemen! - I have for you today.............double-A batteries , triple-A batteries and the mighty C-battery.............4.95 - 3.95 - 2.95.............I am a very good business man.............you have a good day.............and remember -

As you're waiting for blonde.....you are New Yorkers...........as you're waiting for blonde you are the very best.............(yes I have change for a 20 how many you need brother).............you are New Yorkers you are the very best.............

Your skin is crawling.............your tongue is in a trance.............remember you are New Yorkers ...........and this is your last chance. Good morning ladies and gentlemen.............Good morning.............Step away from the closing doors. .....

This is Canal St.............last chance for the express train north.............the C train.............next stop Port Authority the Path train.............and all stations to Atlantis.............'

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Chums of Dumpty(we all are)

We do not send cash in the mail
I read about you in the papers
With your mothers maiden name
We don't send liquid, blood, or diagnostics
Hair follicles and DNA

We are, we are, we are
We are all Chums of Dumpty
We are all Chums of Dumpty

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E Is Missing

E is missing
He's not in his room
Rome is no longer behind him

The gris-gris heard there was water on Mars
and he's on his way to fix it
his fingernails are missing, one through ten
and there's ink all over the place

Nowhere .... was not here
nowhere's not there
nowhere is nowhere

His soul's in the corner
very uptight
it's ugly
but it's not meant to be

A derelict lighthouse
signalling men
in shipwrecks under the ocean

Secret bruises from a writing machine
dismantled in a winter landscape
his fingernails are missing, one through ten
and there's ink all over the place

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Wilderness Approaching(from the film Paris)

Wilderness approaching
Coming on the left
Follow the road signs
Take great care
Smile for the cameras
It's what it's all about
You've crashed the party in a country you cannot afford

Leave the lights on in the front room
And the door unlocked
You want to be sure they see
All that you've got

Wake me up
When we get home
It will be your turn to rest
Take your time with a style
Of chew gum or die
There's a speech on the topic
in the great hall tonight

You've crashed the party in a country you cannot afford
They're changing horses
And moving on

Leave the lights on in the front room
And the door unlocked
You want them to see
All that you've got

Wake me up
When we get home
It'll be your turn to rest

Leave the lights on in the front room
And the door unlocked
You want them to see
All that you've got

Wake me up
When we get home
It'll be your turn to rest



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