Zen - John Cale

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 pre-historic bitch

We don’t know the half of it

Clever is as clever does

His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round

Hypnotising everyone on it

In zen and the art of forgery we’re losing control of light

DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco some one’s gonna pay the price

If I didn’t know you better than that

I’d never let you outta 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 tonite

Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin

«I've 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