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

Lyrics

Even Cowgirls Get The Blues

  1. Dance Of The Seven Veils
  2. Casey At The Bat
  3. Even Cowgirls Get The Blues
  4. Don't Know Why She Came
  5. Somebody Should Have Told Her
  6. Magic & Lies

Dance Of The Seven Veils

To tell the truth, John the Baptist fascinated her.
He was just too clean, too wild, too chaste to be true
Salome, on the other hand, daughter of Babylon
Had never been refused -- nothing
So when the Baptist maligned her, the more he maligned her
The more she wanted to just reach down and take his lips and kiss them
When he refused she was furious she said
"Hey, listen Baptist, you want your head on a platter?"

Now the king was enthralled by Salome
He begged her to dance the dance of the seven veils
He promised her anything -- "Anything?" she said
"Yeah, well, OK. I mean if it's anything, yeah, OK."
So she danced the dance of the seven veils without once revealing her purpose
And when she finished she said,
"I want the head of the Baptist. Yeah. Gimme the head of the Baptist!"
The king was appalled, but what could he do?
He had promised her anything.
Salome reached down to the head still dripping, cut, on the platter
And kissed those lips that had always been refused her
And as she rose, dancing to the heat of the rhythm of death,
The king turned around and said, "Now get her."

Beneath the seven veils, nothing was revealed
Beyond the seven seas, who cares?
Beneath the seven veils, nothing is revealed
Beyond the seven seas, who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?

Beneath the seven veils, nothing is revealed
Beyond the seven seas, who cares?
Beneath the seven veils, nothing is revealed
Beyond the seven seas, who cares?
Beneath the seven veils, nothing is revealed
Beyond the seven seas, who cares?

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Casey At The Bat

There is no joy in Muddville
Casey sold 'em out
They're running around on a saturday night
He's nowhere to be found
Could it be he started the game at last
But where did he, where did he go
O, Casey, won't you go

There's something wrong with Casey
He should have been back here bey three
But nobody got the call
It was too bad, but there was nothing we could see
Cause Casey, Casey, Casey
They'd come to see old Casey run
Be he's hanging 'round a whole other town
Poor old Casey, why did you run
They're telling the people that you're breaking down
They're telling the people that you're breaking down

That son of a bitch, that son of a bitch
He lets us down
He tried to get the mail and his team off
To come round and teach him how
But Casey, Casey, Casey
He just run in the number one car
He just run and run and run in front off the car
They're telling the people that you're breaking down
They're telling the people that you're breaking down

Casey don't run, Casey don't run no more
Casey don't run, Casey don't run no more
Your don't run, 'cause you're a coward
Why don't you just give up

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Even Cowgirls Get The Blues

Even cowgirls get the blues
When they're living down Peru
Moving up to Caracas
On their bellies just like (little) rats

They call it love
Yes they call it love
And it's only love
But it's only love

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Don't Know Why She Came

I turn on the radio, all I can do is cry
Hearing you sing the same old songs again
People come, people go
It's all the same to me

Cause everyday is boring without you
Even if I hear your voice, lonely missionary
Seems that you found a different way to live
And even now that I found out
How much I did love you
I'm not sorry anymore
Don't know why she came
Don't know why she came
Don't know why she came down here at all

And you finally lost your voice
Can't get the words out
I don't care, let me tell you
It's not worth it, not yet
And when those open doors are swinging wide
That's when we're to say goodbye

Hang on to nothing, hang on tight
Hang on to nothing, all the night
Hang on to nothing, don't let go
Hang on to nothing, then you must go

Don't know why she came ...

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Somebody Should Have Told Her

It was easy to identify her body
When she found her way back home
Hate to admit she was a good friend of mine
Someone I'll always remember
How she called up the chief of police
I had to go downtown to the district attorney's office

Somebody might have told her
That I almost lost my mind
Somebody might have told her
I was blind

Finally the evidence is collected
Found her address book
Discovered the dates that she made
In the book
I could have worked so hard to tell her
She would never have listened at all
And I turned up at the hospital cold room
In the fall

Somebody might have told her
That she's always wasting her time
Somebody might have warned her
Somebody should have told her
I was blind

Somebody should have told her
Told her she was wasting her time
Somebody should have warned her
Warned her she was wasting my time

Somebody should have told her
Told her I was wasting my time
Somebody should have warned her
Warned her she was wasting her time

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