Strange Times In Casablanca Lyrics - John Cale

Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades 

And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why 

We were to blame 

Blame comes remorselessly transfixed 

Like the sound of slamming doors 

And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors 

Like companions have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses 

Like maggots in despair 

And bleed in each other's nests and make a mess of each other's snares 

Strange times in Casablanca 

Strange times 

They make some striking couples 

They make some frustration of the call 

And only those who are satisfied by friendship would even pay 

Attention to it all 

It comes like mail or telegrams 

It comes expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing heat 

And that contentment of depression that delivers most of the time 

But cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of gargoyle 

Broken prints savage fingers 

Undertaken catamaran 

Strange times in Casablanca 

We've turned our back on it once before 

And we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause us 

And you can smash once more 

And they can smash once more 

But I don't think anybody wants to smash anymore 

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