John Cale - Charlemagne Lyrics
The manager is waiting to be paidAlong with priests and deacons of his courtA quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the lineHas found a last cent avenue of painA mardi gras just passed this way a while agoMaking hungry people of us allAlong the mississippi you can hear the fiddlers playFandangos and boleros to the lordMany times, many tried,Simple stories are the bestKeep in mind, the wishful kind,Dont wanna be like all the rest.My uncle was a vicar in the big paradeSelling fountain pens that never writeSan sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lieThey know good fences make good neighboursI wish I knew what time of year it was what kind of people will be there when gruesome tales of two cities ran running all the way father might have heard his prayers were answered inhibitions aE way from home consider now, consider then before the deed is done the blood of consolation runs so true many times, many tried, simple stories are the best keep in mind, the wishful kind, donNa be like all the rest.
