La Naissance De l’Amour →
“I would go home to Wales for Christmas and the summer when the school term wasn’t on. I used to get a kick out of trying to surprise Mum by showing up unexpectedly, but I could never do it. Every time I’d come she’d turn to my father and say, ‘Didn’t I tell you this morning I had this feeling he was coming?’ At a certain point in their lives my father lost his hearing and my mother lost her voice. To me it seemed like an understanding they’d arrived at, a point in their lives where they really didn’t need to communicate that much. My father had an ear problem, and my mother lost her voice in sympathy with his loss of hearing. However, she would usually get her voice back after I’d been home for a week…”John Cale & Victor Bockris: What’s Welsh for Zen? [1999]
♦→ Live in the KEXP studio ⇐ December 5, 2012 (+ interview)
1. →You Know More Than I Know
2. →December Rains [04’52»]
3. →I Wanna Talk To You [16’25»]
4. →Guts [20’29»]
♦ → ‘Gun’ ↓ [w/ The Creatures & Het Metropool Orkest, Amsterdam_1998]←
Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker and the creepers get hung
Now it’s you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin’ saw nothin’ – just smell the stink
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Four forgotten and the rest just won’t come
When you’ve begun to think like a gun
The rest of the year has already gone . . .
I picked up a doctor – hes good with a knife
Says anaesthetic’s a waste of his time
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
Knows they won’t be back for a long long time
Top of the staircase was ready to fall
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
Watch out for big mama, shell set you on fire
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
When you’ve begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone . . .
∇ ‘Venus In Furs’ ⇓ [L. Reed]
♦ → ‘Antartica Starts Here’ ⇓
The paranoid great movie queen
Sits idly fully armed
The powder and mascara there
A warning light for charm
We see her every movie night
The strong against the weak
The lines come out and struggle with
The empty voice that speaks
Her heart is oh so tired now
Of kindnesses gone by
Like broken glasses in a drain
Gone down but not well spent
The road from Barbary to here
She sold then stole right back
The vanity, insanity her hungry heart forgave
The fading bride’s dull beauty grows
Just begging to be seen
Beneath the magic lights that reach from
Barbary to here
Her schoolhouse mind has windows now
Where handsome creatures come to watch
The anesthetic wearing off
Antarctica starts here
•→ ‘Leavin’ It Up To You’ ⇓ (1985)
Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Took a walk along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends
All those mild-mannered friends I’ve got
They’re careless and they’re falling down
They’re falling down all over town, all over the place,
It’s embarrassing, I don’t want them talking to me no more
I’m leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you . . .
All the buildings are breaking down like a whispering in your heart
And it’s sordid how life goes on – When I could be tearing you apart
Giving half a chance, giving half a chance, I’d do it now, right now, you fascist
We could all feel safe like Sharon Tate
We could give it all up, we could give it all up
And the newspapers, what about the newspapers?
They’d be watching me giving it to you
And the radio, what about the radios?
They’d be listening to me giving it to you
Damn right mama, damn straight
I hear hissing in the distance and the tanks come crawling over the hill
They’re crawling over the hill like rattlesnakes in the desert sun
They’re blistering up my spell, they’re blistering it up
They’re breaking up my spell
And what else is there, what the hell else have I got but that spell?
Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I’m leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you
I’ve got to give it up, I’ve got to give it up, give it up to you
. . .
I can’t take it
•→ ‘Waiting For The Man’ ⇓ [L. Reed]
Up to Lexington, 125
Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I’m waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin’ all the pretty girls around?
Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind
I’m just waitin’ for a dear, dear friend of mine
Waiting for my man Here he comes, all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw Panama hat
He’s never early, he’s always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
Waiting for your man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody’s pinned you, but nobody cares
He’s got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
Waiting for your man Baby don’t you holler, darlin’ don’t you bawl and shoutI’m feeling good, you know I’m gonna work it on out
I’m feeling good, I’m feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that’s just some other time
I’m waiting for my man
◊→ ‘Thoughtless Kind’ ↓
If you grow tired of the friends you make
In case you mean to say something else
Say they were the best of times you ever had
The best of times with the thoughtless kind
We dress conservatively at the best of times
Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes
Of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love
What we see, what we imagine the eyes tell us nothing
The bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell you nothing
but the scars of imagination – the scars of imagination
The bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell you nothing
except that you’re the thoughtless kind
So if you grow tired of the friends you make
Never ever turn your back on them
Say they were the best of times you ever had
The best of times with the thoughtless kind
◊→ «Ship of Fools» ⇓ [ft. Nick Cave & Chrissy Hynde]
Well, er… I had a problem one day, er… like millions of other teenagers, er, my daughter fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio, having seen the ‘Titanic’. So I was patient, I waited a few weeks, I thought it would go away – it didn’t. ‘Titanic’ was on the locks every night and the longing started… Anyway I found the perfect antidote down in the South East sea port in Manhattan, it was selling T-shirts, and the T-shirts said: «IT SANK. FORGET ABOUT IT!» So, er… that was a relief because otherwise I had to sing this song to her, «Ship of Fools»
The Ship of Fools is coming in – Take me off I’ve got to eatSame old stories, same old thing – Letting out and pulling inMister, there’s a caravan parked out backRestless hoping for a Christian riderThe black book, a grappling hookA hangman’s noose on a burnt out treeGuess we must be getting close to TombstoneSo hold on, won’t be long – The call is on the lineHold on, Sister’s gone South to give the sign The last time we had eaten was when the flies were going for freeYou could count the hardships by the open doorsBut sandwiched in between were the fishermen who stillWished they could sail from Tennessee to Arizona We picked up Dracula in Memphis – It was just about the break of dayAnd then hastily prayed for out souls to be savedThere was something in the air that made us kind of wearySo hold on, won’t be long – The call is on the lineHold on, Sister’s gone South to give the sign Everybody seemed quite glad to see usShaking hands and smiling like the clockWell we gave them all the message thenThat the Ship of Fools was inMake sure they get home for Christmas By the time we got to Swansea it was getting darkTumble, jungles, bugles and the prizeThe tides turned west at Amerforth as if they didn’t know what to doBut Garnant stood its ground and asked for moreSo hold on, won’t be long – The call is on the lineHold on, Sister’s gone South to give the sign◊→ ‘Fear Is A Man´s Best Friend’ ⇓
So this was the title song from an album, the first album I did for Island, in 1971, after I left LA and er… there’s a phrase in this that kind of pulls the song together, it’s… there’s a movie called «Donnie Brasco» and Al Pacino in that has this phrase that keeps going through the whole movie, it’s «Forget about it.» And it’s like you, as soon as he said that you just assume that everything is true, so this is like, you don’t have to think about it, you always assume that whatever he says after that is absolutely true, so «Life and death are just things you do when you’re bored», you just assume that’s true, I hope you do.
Standing waiting for a man to show
Wide eyed one eye fixed on the door
This waiting’s killing me, it’s wearing me down
Day in day out, my feet are burning holes in the ground
Darkness warmer than a bedroom floor
Want someone to hold me close forever more
I’m a sleeping dog, but you can’t tell
When I’m on the prowl you’d better run like hell
You know it makes sense, don’t even think about it
Life and death are just things you do when you’re bored
Say fear’s a man’s best friend
You add it up it brings you down
Home is living like a man on the run
Trails leading nowhere, where to my son?
We’re already dead, just not yet in the ground
Take my helping hand I’ll show you around
You know it makes sense, don’t even think about it
Life and death are just things you do when you’re bored
Say fear’s a man’s best friend
You add it up it brings you down
◊→ ‘Cable Hogue‘ ⇓
This song has nothing to do with Sam Peckinpah, except it’s named after one of his movies; it’s called «Cable Hogue» and it’s basically about a couple of bandits that had a symbiotic relationship and depended on each other a lot; it’s the case of… people like that.
Traffic moving slowly Monday morning – Money talks, people hopingCable Hogue where’ve you been – Cable Hogue where’ve you beenSomething inside me tells me you won’t showI know you’re carrying heat – What for God only knowsCable why’d you leave me – Cable Hogue where’ve you beenI just wanted to say goodbye – So much to say goodbyeWanted to say goodbye to all my friends in case I die Need to go to Georgia, got a bank to blowLiving ain’t easy, but it’s much harder when it’s slowCable wish you were with me now – Cable Hogue where’ve you beenYou know they’re looking for you down southAnd all you’ve got to do is go down there and open your big fat mouthCable, you can’t leave me here like thisCable please…•→ ‘(I Keep) A Close Watch’ ⇓ [1988]
Never win and never lose – There’s nothing much to chooseBetween the right and wrongNothing lost and nothing gained – Still things aren’t quite the sameBetween you and meI keep a close watch on this heart of mine . . . I still hear your voice at nightWhen I turn out the light and try to settle downBut there’s nothing much I can doBecause I can’t live without you any way at allI keep a close watch on this heart of mine . . .◊→ ‘Guts’ [+ ‘Chinese Envoy‘] ⇓
The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife – Did it quick and splitBack home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh MaisyAnd the twelve-bore it stood in the cornerQuite operatic in its self disgustIt blew him all over the living room floorLike parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shotNow suppose it was someone familiar – Someone we all would knowEmbarrasing denouement, ne c’est pas?Familiar hyperbole And there would go the secret plotThe piss had missed the hole in the potLike that ancient teenage dreamFrom soul to poison soul to poison soulGuts, guts, got no guts – And stitches don’t help at allGuts, guts, got no gutsHoles in the body, holes in the legs – Holes in the forehead, holes in the headHoles in the body, holes in the legsThere should never be holes at all – There should never be holes at allSo: kill all you want or more – Make sure, do it rightDead is dead, and door nails forget – And then you’ll noticeHow the waster and the wasted Get to look like one anotherIn the end, in the end – In the end, in the end . . .+ . . . ‘The Chinese Envoy’ ↓
She was a princess, much lower than people thoughtA master of nothing a mistress of something she thoughtShe could talk about things that never mattered everFrom one person’s miserable life after anotherShe could talk to the French and Germans at willThey’d never listen – They never willThe Chinese envoy was here but left – The Chinese envoy was here but leftCalling out her name you’d be surprised at what cameGalloping out of the darkness just like furnitureWe’d have lost it all if it hadn’t been for (?)The Chinese envoy was here but left – The Chinese envoy was here but leftThe Chinese envoy was here but left in his broken hearted pagoda•→ ‘Praetorian Underground’ ⇐
The Ministry of Music’s is having seconds thoughts again
About the past � aha
To debate, reconsider the evidence of him
That the destiny of music will corrupt the heat of man
Defend the fool, defend the fool – Defend the fool, defend the fool
Pretend the fool will let you down
What’s left of Krakatoa was blown halfway across the world
Into the heart of music – Into the heart of men
And angry Praetorian lovers rising up again
Offend the fool, defend the fool
Condemn the fool, condemn the fool
Pretend the fool will let you down
Like underground musicians, nonchalant beggars of the day
Attended by those accustomed to the bridal path
Pretenders of the Praetorian flame
Offend the fool, defend the fool
Offend the fools, defend the fools
A forgery will always let you down
•→ ‘Experiment no 1’ ⇐
Turn the guitar upWell, the goodness of your heart, she’s crying – Let me outWell, the goodness of your soul – You say goodbyeWell, there’s only meat and dark of a vas That says goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello, goodbyeCome on yellAnd we’ll spell all the sweet talk that I hear form youAnd those voices can feed me all of the nightwhen they do, will they know – When they know, when they don’t know nothingWhen they say that I hurt you once before– G minor They lead a life apart from everybody days in your mindThey like to feel so different when you watch them fall like flies – C When you feel the night, [B_flat] feel the reason of the day– Do it again When you see the night, you see the night – She loves the day– G_minor – Go ahead, you trigger a film, it’s still sore Well, she talks too much to know much about anythingChristmas comes just like breakfast once a yearShe does, seems just tired of living – Like a wall broke around her spellGive me somewhere else to hold a live for – Give me something better to hope forThey’ll give me anything they can – Give me anything you want to hang on toHold on, hold♦ ‘Frozen Warnings’ … ↓ … [for Nico’s ‘The Marble Index’] ←
Friar hermit stumbles over the cloudy borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine, close to the frozen borderline …
Into numberless reflections rises a smile from your eyes into mine
Frozen warnings close to mine, close to the frozen borderline …
Over railroad station tracks, faintly flickers a modest cry
From without a thousand cycles a thousand cycles to come
A thousand times to win – A thousand ways to run the world
In a similar reply
Friar hermit stumbles over the cloudy borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine, close to the frozen borderline …
Close to the frozen borderline …
• ‘Zen’ (2004) ⇒ [lyrics] ⇔ 
«…In zen and the art of algebra there is no value for time
Whatever thrives inside the dark decays on the outside.»
♦→ «Dying on the Vine» ⇓ [1992]
I’ve been chasing ghosts and I don’t like it – I wish someone would show me where to draw the lineI’d lay down my sword if you would take it – And tell everyone back home I’m doing fine I was with you down in Acapulco – Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman – Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time I was thinking about my mother – I was thinking about what’s mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood – But I was dying on the vine Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter – The troops, the celebrations in the sun
The authorities say my papers are all in order – And if I wasn’t such a coward I would run I’ll see you me when all the shooting’s over – Meet me on the other side of town
Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection – It’s always nice to have them hanging around I was thinking about my mother – I was thinking about what’s mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood – But I was dying, dying on the vine
¤ ¤ ¤
∇ ‘Hanky Panky Nohow’ ⇓ [2014]
If the sacheting of gentlemen
Gives you grievance now and then
What’s needed are some memories of planing lakes
Those planing lakes will surely calm you down
Nothing frightens me more
Than religion at my door
I never answer panic knocking, falling
Down the stairs upon the law
What law?
There’s a law for everything
And for Elephants that sing to keep
The cows that agriculture won’t allow
Hanky Panky nohow
Hanky Panky nohow oh
◊ ‘Welcome To Nookie Wood’ ⇓ [‘Shifty Adventures In Nookie Wood’]
Into the city on the nightI felt that something’s wrongBuildings were empty lights were on
And we were running lost They’re setting the tables, they’re dimming the lightsThey’re leaving the priesthood all over tonightSomebody’s missing, somebody’s calledBut they clean all your windows and sell all your gold She caught me by surprise, busting into tearsI saw her on the freeway, reading the alphabetWould you pass me by a midnight feast?But we carried on If you’re looking to find a place to hideTry out in the Nookie WoodJust try out in the Nookie Wood. . .We know what’s coming downHey up, wake up – I wanna talk to you
Hey up, wait up – I wanna talk to you
• Hallelujah [Leonard Cohen] ←
¤ ¤ ¤
John Cale & Victor Bockris: What’s Welsh for Zen? [1999]
∞ Interviews . . . ⇒ [2009] ⇔ [2014] ⇐
◊ John Cale & Terry Riley ⇓ ‘The Soul of Patrick Lee’ [1971]
The only vocal track from the album Church of Anthrax. I don’t know why Cale didn’t do the singing himself; vocals are credited to Adam Miller.
♣ John Cale, Nick Cave & Chrissie Hynde ⇓ Songwriters Circle [1999]
Ship Of Fools (filmed backstage)
Thoughtless Kind (John Cale)
Talk of The Town (Chrissie Hynde)
West Country Girl (Nick Cave)
Fear Is A Man’s Best Friend (John Cale)
Kid (Chrissie Hynde)
Henry Lee (Nick Cave)
Dying On The Vine(John Cale)
I’ll Stand By You (Chrissie Hynde)
Into My Arms (Nick Cave)
Ship Of Fools (John Cale)
Back on the Chain Gang (Chrissie Hynde)
The Ship Song (Nick Cave)
I’m Waiting For The Man (All)
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