Zen

Lyrics
It's midnight And our silver-tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart It's zen and the art of Bollywood Heroes turning on a spit The lovers unable to resolve a prehistoric bitch We don't know the half of it Clever is as clever does His drawn lights sparking on a merry-go-round Hypnotizing everyone on it In zen and the art of forgery We're losing control of light DeLorean, Picasso, Mondrian, El Greco Someone's gonna pay the price If I didn't know you better than that I'd never let you out of my sight Where is the art of sorcery? We wanna be fooled again Staggered by deception Charmed into submission Helpless as a deck of cards It's now the art of reality Calling a spade a spade Facing the obvious A monkey and his grinder But on a different plain I see you clearly from day to day As clearly as I see tonight "Keep talking," said the slow-eyed Mandarin "I have got nothing to say Meet me on the staircase on your way down We'll see if there's been a mistake" In zen and the art of algebra There is no value for time Whatever thrives inside the dark Decays on the outside
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Credits
- Writers
- John Cale