Interminable

Ain’t it lovely in this little cafe
They’ve got Pere Ubu here
They’ve got Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack
They’ve got green beer
And those whispers of the street come crashing
And Paris welcomes you so warm
You’re just like Marlon Brando in his youth
They’ve got every little lady you might want

Ain’t it lovely under any given bridge
They’ve got silk roads
Witness to the great mouth culture
You just can’t say no
And the waitress wakes you up every morning
To pour you your favorite bourbon
This atomic, rumor fed whore
Takes any white man’s burden

And I’m scanning the entire city
For some old LPs
There must be a crack in this beauty
I desperately tried to reach
And now it’s just another Saturday night
And I guess I saw Nico in the dark
She’s been standing still, washing off the make-up
In the city’s omnipresent mud

Ain’t it lovely how she speaks in accents
The kids they thought I was Dutch
Guess I borrowed some depth from her
Guess she made me pay too much
See me trapped between the icons
Singing country on a dusty stage
Hey Mister Lightman, have you turned them lights down
I can’t sing when they’re all ablaze

And ain’t it lovely how they take you whole
Treat you as their own
Before you fall for the very last time
In a bathroom golden shot
And ain’t it lovely how they take you whole
Treat you as their own
Before you fall for the very last time
In a bathroom golden shot