John Cale - Overture - Текст песни

Overture - a) a tourist - b) a contact - c) a prisoner

Excuse me, excuse me! can you show me the way out of here? 

Of course. this way. just pass the headless horsemen, the caf shabu.

And how far is that? 

Not far. youre the tourist here, you should take it easy. if you can trust a stranger, follow me.

I dont mind if I do. Im a stranger here with a sense of regret that Id like to forget that I drank from a paranoid glass. I come from a paranoid base. sure, I spent time in prison. a prison o

Own devices, havent we all? Im a foreigner here and Im feeling just a little worn. Im looking for points of importance and historical interest, trapped by the same rate of exchange of that i

Nning away from. and as we all know, we hate to change. but change is a virtue, my friend. if you want to escape, all you have to do is make up your mind.

But youre not a prisoner here, and Im made to work with my hands, part of my sentence for taking the licence to think of impossible plans. working my fingers to the bone, keeping my hands on t

Ngs of that ladder, that leads us out of the gutter to the light.

Its all been a big mistake. Ive done nothing wrong. Im just an innocent here. Im just an innocent here. Im just an innocent here. Im just an innocent here. Im just an innocent here. Im j

N innocent ...