Cafe Shabu Lyrics

John Cale and Bob Neuwirth

Welcome to the Café Shabu Permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars Starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen Here in Café Shabu
You'll note a poet, a man of words by trade And yes, that's a refugee from an unnamed political philosophy Come here to spread his message of joy and peace amongst us Thank you very much, sir
Over here, next to him, we see a lady Who has traded in, a lifestyle of the rich and famous For work with underprivileged and exceptional children Which I am sure, makes her very pleased with herself
Ladies and gentlemen, sitting next to her A man of letters, and words, and moods A man who spent most of his life, deceiving himself And now, finds himself facing six years in rehabilitation
Prison, and a death sentence on the outside Sitting next to him, on a banquette, a ballerina She's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she's full In fact, she's been stuffed for years
Next to her, are two spinsters [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/cafe-shabu-lyrics-john-cale-and-bob-neuwirth.html ] Knitting their way, in and out of various predicaments Coloured by the excesses of their ancestors
And close by them, some surreal painter's Brooding over the very over-emphasis of colour-violence Violence on the blue end of the scale
Next to them, two off-duty detectives Checking each other out, next door to the sugarholics See them shivering, see them staring into the distance See them growing, oh, see them go comatose, Insulin please, Maître D'
On my immediate right, several politicians, smiling lizard-like See them assure themselves that their status is indeed quo Rip up the cheques, said the Maître D', see if I care I do this for the company, I've got no-one to trust any secrets to but myself
In the basement, in the vault, in the attic on the walls Are the pictures I take in part-payment for my time And the waitress reminds you that in the back room bathed in red
Glowing with the speed of light That reflects the demands of the living for the dead, are our angels A host at your service to meet your every need So, order up, the waitress said, our great café serves everything

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