Letra Secrets - John Cale, Bob Neuwirth

Secrets

What do you think is going on here the old man said from his chair?
dyou think this is anything new? now look here son. this is just like it was
back in the old days before the last war? then t Litics changed, the scene rearranged and became how we know now is quo.
oh yeah, there were times when everyone smiled and the greed of the good times
would roll, but a heartbeat away was the cr Hat did pay — the shot that was heard around the world. if you go to sleep,
the old man explained, youre just going to miss on your turn. but if you stay
awake the path that you take may in fac
Ome a bridge to be burned.
And the old man turned away (secrets) wiping his tears from his eyes.
Its already too late, he whispered, but thats certainly no reason to cry.
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You see the last pioneer is waving his flag, framing the organ bone by bone,
burning in sections, twisting his flag and walking on glass as he is clearing
his tomb.
Yeah, nevertheless, theres no money, said the kid. «eh well, half-price hookers
are watching the mast, the old man said, prepared to face the music and laugh.
bring the shadows down on the
S of the soft ladies that lie on their mechanical beds. and nevertheless,
there aint no money, the kid said. well so call up a future and rewrite the
past, said the old man. raise the hammer an Fle the news, polish the armour and dust off the grass. theres more dead-end
options here than well ever use.
But nevertheless, theres no money, said the kid. well, hell, theres glitter
galore to tell you of gold.
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Nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
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With second hand hardware all over the world?
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Nevertheless there aint no money.
Well listen, times are hard but the crowds flooding in.
Yeah, nevertheless there aint no money.
Hey kid, second class will sell to the valley again dont worry.
But nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
Well, what do you want me to do about it? said the old man. Ive come up with
every argument I can for the fact that the lawyers are leeching the marrow out
of the bone of anyone whos got an or
L idea in this country.
Well what country are you talking about? said the kid.
Im talking about the country where my nephew makes honey out of old orange
peels and plastic out of old bandaids. Im talking about a country where the sun
never sets, Im talking about a count
Ere fish are the bricks that build the edifices from which you can throw
yourself in a veritable syndrome of court reverence. ahaha, greed and gun and
invests.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
Marks and pounds and pieces of flesh? said the old man.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
Hey, no protection is worth a damn, said the old man.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
Theyre sending the waters off helega lamps.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
Theyre carving the marble shape of the urn.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the kid.
A goateed image in turkish stone?
Nevertheless there aint no money. oh god, said the kid, what am I going to do with my life now?
The woman settled for anomalous clothes and socks some place in vermont.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the old man.
The young man is evidently not worth suing.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the old man.
State of vermont is in america? said the kid.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the old man.
Theyre doing it again and again and again.
Nevertheless there aint no money, said the old man.