Antarctica Starts Here - John Cale

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

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 glows

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