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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
Lisa says, on a night like this
It'd be so nice, if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, honey, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Lisa says Lisa says Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Lisa says, honey, you must think - - I'm some kind of california fool The way you treat me just like some kind of tool Lisa says, hey baby, if you stick your tongue in my ear Then the scene around here will become very clear Lisa says, oh no Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Hey, if you're looking for a good time charlie Well, that's not really what I am You know, some good time charlie Always out, having his fun But if you're looking for some good, good lovin' Then sit yourself right over here You know that those good, those good times They just seem to pass me by, just like pie in the sky And lisa says, on a night like this It'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, hey baby, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Let me hear you now Lisa says, oh, no, no Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Why am I so shy Why am I so shy, gee, you know those Good good times, they just seem to pass me by Why am I so shy First time I saw you I was talking to myself I said, hey, you got such pretty, pretty eyes (that pretty eyes) Now that you're next to me I just get so upset And lisa, will you tell me, why am I so shy Why am I so shy Why am I so shy, well, you know that those Good, good times, they just seem to pass me by Why am I so shy And lisa says, on a night like this It'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, honey, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Lisa says, oh, no, now Lisa says, hey don't you be a little baby Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says |
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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
In Berlin, by the wall
you were five foot ten inches tall It was very nice candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in a small cafe you could hear the guitars play It was very nice it was paradise |
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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
When I think of all the things I've done
and I know that it's only just begun Those smiling faces, you know I just can't forget 'em but I love you When I think of all the things I've seen and I know that it's only the beginning You know those smiling faces, I just can't forget 'em but for now, I love you Just for a little while oh baby, just to see you smile Just for a little while When I think of all the things I've done and I know that it's only just begun Oh, smiling faces, Jesus, you know I can't forget 'em But for now, I love you right this minute, baby now I love you at least for now, I love you |
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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit
And his wizard's hat He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' a new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic soap And the way suicides don't leave notes, Then we spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine I was speakin' to Bill who was given to pills and small racing cars He had given them up since his last crack-up had carried him too far Then we spoke of the movies and verse And the way an actress held her purse And the way life at times can get worse, Then we spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine Ah, she's a wild child, and nobody can get at her She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, Hey, baby, can I have some spare change Oh, can I break your heart ? She's a wild child, she's a wild child I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill But life in the theater, is certainly fraught With many spills and chills But she'd come down after some wine Which is what happens most of the time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes Till we spoke of Loraine, ah, always back to Lorraine I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead by mutual friends He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese And sang of our lives and our dreams And how things can come apart at the seams And we talk of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get at her She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, Oh, baby, can I have some spare change Now can I break your heart?" She's a wild child, she's a wild child |
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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
Life isn't what is seems, I'm forever drifting into dreams
Such a sad affair, to always be drifting into air But it's not what you say or you do That makes me feel like I am falling It's things that we've both been through That makes me feel like I am upside down And love makes you feel ten foot tall Yes, love makes you feel ten foot tall Just a funny thing, I'm forever drifting into dreams Just not the proper thing, to always be drifting into dreams But it's not what you say or you do That makes me feel like I am falling It's things that we've both been through That makes me feel like I am upside down And love makes you feel ten foot tall Yes, love makes you feel ten foot tall And it sounds like this |
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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
Looking for another chance
for someone else to be Looking for another place to ride into the sun Ride into the sun ride into the sun Ride into the sun ride into the sun Where - - everything seems so pretty but if you're tired and you're sick of the city Remember that it's just a flower made out of clay Oh-oh-oh, the city - - where everything seems so dirty but if you're tired and you're filled with self-pity Remember that you're just one more person who's there It's hard to live in the city It's hard to live in the city, oh, oh-oh It's hard to live in the city, oh, wow-wow It's hard to live in the city |
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from Lou Reed 1집 - Lou Reed (1972)
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea Here comes the ocean And the waves where have they been Don't swim tonight my love, the sea is mad my love It's known to drive men crazy Malcolm has burned at sea, the castle it sits and reeks The madness can make you hazy But here come the waves Down by the shore Washing the rocks that have been here Centuries or more Down by the sea Here come the ocean And the waves down by the sea Here comes the ocean And the waves where have they been Castles glowing at night, towers above out fright Warlocks decapitating Malcolm he lives on hate, serve your brain on a plate Feasts on your mouth for dinner But here come the waves Down by the sea Washing the eyes of the men Who have died Down by the sea Here come the waves Here come the waves Here come the waves Here come the waves |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Harry was a rich young man
who would become a priest He dug up his dear father who was recently deceased He did it with tarot cards and a mystically attuned mind And shortly there and after he did find Jeanie was a spoiled young brat she thought she knew it all She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall But she was not my kind or even of my sigh The kind of animal that I would be about Woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round me and I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Oh-woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round me and I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago all right now ah-huh-huh Kathy was a bit surreal she painted all her toes And on her face she wore dentures clamped tightly to her nose And when she finally spoke her twang her glasses broke And no one else could smoke while she was in the room Hark the herald angels sang and reached out for a phone And plucking it with a knife in hand dialed long distance home But it was all too much sprinkling angel dust To AT and T who didn't wish you well Oh, but you keep hangin' round me and I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Ho-ho-ho-ho, you keep hangin' round me and I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Hangin' round hangin' round, that's all you're doing baby Hangin' round hangin' round, ooohhh Hangin' round hangin' round Hangin' round hanginc |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park And then later When it gets dark we go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo then later I move to and Then home Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow |
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from Lou Reed - Berlin (1973)
In Berlin, by the wall
you were five foot ten inches tall It was very nice candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in a small cafe you could hear the guitars play It was very nice it was paradise |
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from Lou Reed - Berlin (1973)
When she walked on down the street She was like a child staring at her feet But when she passed the bar and she heard the music play She had to go in and sing it had to be that way She had to go in and sing it had to be that way And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day After the applause had died down And the people drifted away She climbed down off the bar and went out the door To the hotel that she called home It had greenish walls a bathroom in the hall And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day ... |
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from Lou Reed - Berlin (1973)
Caroline says that I'm just a toy
she wants a man, not just a boy Oh, Caroline says, ooohhh, Caroline says Caroline says she can't help but be mean or cruel, or oh so it seems Oh, Caroline says, Caroline says She say she doesn't want a man who leans Still she is my Germanic - - Queen Yeah, she's my Queen The things she does, the things she says people shouldn't treat others that way But at first I thought I could take it all Just like poison in a vial hey, she was often very vile But of course, I thought I could take it all Caroline says that I'm not a man so she'll go get it catch as catch can Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says Caroline says moments in time can't continue to be only mine Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says She treats me like I am a fool But to me she's still a German - - Queen, ooohhh, she's my - - Queen, ya ... Queen, hey baby, she's my Queen (Queen) (Queen) (Queen) (Queen) ... |
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from Lou Reed - Berlin (1973)
How do you think it feels
when you're speeding and lonely, come here baby How do you think it feels when all you can say is if only If only I had a little if only I had some change, come here baby If only, if only, if only How do you think it feels and when do you think it stops How do you think it feels when you've been up for five days, come down here mama Hunting around always, ooohhh 'cause you're afraid of sleeping How do you think it feels to feel like a wolf and foxy How do you think it feels To always make love by proxy, huh how do you think it feels And when do you think it stops when do you think it stops |
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from Lou Reed - Growing Up In Public (1980)
A son who is cursed with a harridan mother
Or a weak simpering father at best Is raised to play out the timeless classical motives Of filial love and incest How does he speak to a How does he speak to the prettiest girl How does he talk to her What does he say for an opening line What does he say if he's shy What do you do with your pragmatic passions With your classically neurotic style How do you deal with your vague self-comprehension's What do you do when you lie How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl How do you speak to her How do you dance on the head of a pin When you're on the outside looking in How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl How do you speak to a How do you speak to the prettiest girl You just say, hello, (hello) baby (hello) ... Baby, angel, how do you talk to the prettiest girl, you say Hello baby, hello baby, angel, angel, pretty little girl Angel, angel .... |
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from Lou Reed - Legendary Hearts (1983)
Christopher Columbus discovered America
found he had a cornucopia Gave love to the Indians, they gave it back a pow wow in the teepee is where it's at I want to dance with you I want to dance with you I want to dance with you I want to dance with you The Indian fought with his arrow and bow till General Custer lost to Sitting Bull Scalped all day and scalped all night give me fire water, gonna buy me a wife I want to dance with you I want to dance with you I want to dance with you I want to dance with you When your people first moved to our block our ancestors met with culture shock Two different monkeys from two different trees come on let's stop our fightin' and come dance with me Come on dance with me come on and dance with me 'Cause I really wanna dance with you I want to dance with you come on and dance with me |
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from Lou Reed - Legendary Hearts (1983)
Betrayed by the one who says she loves you
by the one who says she needs you above all other men Betrayed by her fragile, vicious beauty her father did his duty and I lie down betrayed Justice taught her confidence her mother was like steel her cousins, they're all convicts she alone rose above that wheel But a motorcyclist no matter how good is slave to the oncoming truck and the poison of her father was her most pitiless luck Betrayed by the one who says she loves you by the one who says she needs you above all other men Betrayed by her fragile, vicious beauty her father did his duty and I lie down betrayed Three of us lie in this bed night of infamy one of us lies on our back her father's in her head And quick she turns and slaps my face and with her eyes open wide she screams I hate you, I hate you, I hate you but she's looking right past me Betrayed by the one who says she loves you by the one who says that she needs you above all other men Betrayed by her fragile, vicious beauty her father did his duty and I lie down betrayed And I lie down betrayed I lie down betrayed |
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from Lou Reed - Legendary Hearts (1983)
I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle
down this winding country road And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill where last week I fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree and a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead so I took a ride instead Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out My doctor says, she hopes I know how lucky I can be after all it wasn't my blood mixed in the dirt that night But this violent rage, turned inward can not be helped by drink And we must really examine this and I say I need another drink Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out I'm tearing down Route 80 east the sun's on my right side I'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child bride And on the left in shadows I see something that makes me laugh I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out |
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from Lou Reed - Mistrial (1986)
I know you're disappointed in the way I handled things
You're thinking I misread the times and acted cowardly And since what I do affects us both And you feel that I let you down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay It's a lovers trust, no money down (Hey! lover) (Hey! lover) (lover) They say there's someone for everyone And for everyone a someone And some tattoo roses across their chests With a heart that says Rollo And some work without a Public Relations man And do their best work, baby, out of sight You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down (Hey! lover) (Hey! lover) (lover) Now I have known a hero or two And they all learn to swim through mud And they all got boots caked with dirty soles That they get from Squashing bugs So when push comes to shove get the Harley revved up The moon can eclipse even the sun You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down (Hey! lover) (Hey! lover) (lover) Lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! lover) Yes, lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! lover) Lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! hey! lover) Lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! hey! lover) (Hey! hey! lover) (Hey! hey! lover) ... |
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from Lou Reed - Mistrial (1986)
Outside the world's a mindless child, outside
Outside reflects the worst of styles, outside Inside when you're in my arms A mindless child is still to be born Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside the politics of greed, outside Outside misbehavior seethes, outside Mindless repression dominates the street While I kneel down and kiss your feet Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside Outside they don't think they breed, outside Outside emotion determines need, outside Outside the world's a mindless child That we could bring to life in your arms Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside the politics of hate an greed, outside Outside the world's a mindless child, outside But when I hold you in my arms It's a mindless child that you want Inside, no matter 'bout the world outside Inside, a baby's what you want inside |
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from Lou Reed - Mistrial (1986)
I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say
But please don't turn your back Sometimes I get so upset But I take it all back Please don't go, I know I was wrong Sometimes I don't know what comes over me But I try to remember Don't hurt a woman Don't hurt a woman I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say I must have lost control Sometimes something clicks in my head And I'm not myself anymore That wasn't me, you can't believe everything you see Let's make believe I never said a word And I'll try to remember Don't hurt a Woman Try to remember Don't hurt a Woman Try to remember Don't hurt a Woman I'll try to remember Don't hurt a Woman 'Cause I been lovin' you so long |
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from Lou Reed - Mistrial (1986)
I was staring through a telescope at night at a large light in the sky Its spinning lights reminded me of you A star spinning in orbit lighting up the sky Or maybe it was not a star at all I was standing by the Hudson River's edge at night looking out across the Jersey shore At a neon light spelling out some cola's name And I thought your name should be dancing beamed from satellites Larger than any billboard in Times Square Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid I'm the one who loves you in each and every way Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid NYC lovers Tell it to your heart (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) I'm on the roof, it's 5 a.m. I guess I couldn't sleep And I see this spinning light that I saw last week Maybe I should wake you up but by then it might be gone You never know what you see when if you look up in the sky I ran outside down a darkened street listening to my boot heels click My leather jacket squeaked I needed a cigarette When I turned the corner my spinning light was in the street They were filming a commercial on TV Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid we're no teenage movie that ends in tragedy Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid NYC Lovers Tell it to your heart tell it to your heart Tell it to your heart tell it to your heart (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) ... |
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from Lou Reed - Perfect Night In London [live] (1998)
Vicious you hit me with a flower You do it every hour oh, baby, you're so vicious Vicious you want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar pick huh, baby, you're so vicious When I watch you come baby, I just want to run far away You're not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I want to meet Oh, baby, you're so vicious you're just so vicious Vicious hey, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious hey, why don't you swallow razor blades You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade but baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 'Cause you're so vicious baby, you're so vicious Vicious, vicious vicious, vicious Vicious, vicious vicious, vicious ... |
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from Lou Reed - Perfect Night In London [live] (1998)
You can't depend on your family
You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence Ooohhh, you can't depend on a god You can only depend on one thing You need a Busload of Faith to get by, watch, baby Busload of Faith to get by You need a Busload of Faith to get by You can depend on the worst always happening You can depend on a murderer's drive You can bet that if he rapes somebody There'll be no problem having a child And you can bet that if she aborts it Pro-Lifers will attack her with rage You can depend on the worst always happening You need a Busload of Faith to get by, yeah Busload of Faith to get by Busload of Faith to get by, babe Busload of Faith to get by You can't depend on the goodly hearted The goodly hearted made lampshades and soap You can't depend on the Sacrament No Father, no Holy Ghost You can't depend on any churches Unless there's a real estate you want to buy You can't depend on a lot of things You need a Busload of Faith to get by, wow Busload of Faith to get by You can't depend on no miracle You can't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man You can't find them because they're not there You can depend on cruelty Crudity of thought and sound You can depend on the worst always happening You need a Busload of Faith to get by, ha Busload of Faith to get by |
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from Lou Reed - Perfect Night In London [live] (1998)
I wish I had a talking book that told me how to act and look A talking book that contained keys to past and present memories A talking book that said your name so if you were gone, you'd still remain More than a picture on a shelf in imagination I could touch A talking, talking book I wish I had a talking book filled with buttons you could push Containing looks and sights, your touch your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs How much I'd bluster to ask it why one must live and one must die I wish I had a talking book by my side so I could look And touch and feel and dream, a look much bigger than a talking book A taste of loving future and past is that so much to really ask In this one moment's time and space can our love really be replaced By a talking book Can our love really be replaced by a talking book Can our love really be replaced by a talking book Can our love ever, forever be replaced Can our love ever be replaced Can our love ever be replaced (can our love really be replaced) By a talking book |
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from Lou Reed - Perfect Night In London [live] (1998)
You know, man,
when I was a young man in high school you believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach And all those older guys they said he was mean and cruel, but you know wanted to play football for the coach They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer so I say I'm playing right-end wanted to play football for the coach 'Cause, you know some day, man you gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall then you're gone to die And the straightest dude I ever knew was standing right for me all the time So I had to play football for the coach and I wanted to play football for the coach When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour And you find that your soul it's been up for sale And you begin to think 'bout all the things that you've done And you begin to hate just 'bout everything But remember the princess who lived on the hill Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong And right now she just might come shining through and the Glory of love, glory of love glory of love, just might come through And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off They're talking behind your back saying, man you're never going to be no human being And you start thinking again 'bout all those things that you've done And who it was and what it was and all the different things you made every different scene Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a sewer And just remember different people have peculiar tastes and the Glory of love, the glory of love the glory of love, might see you through yeah, but now, now Glory of love, the glory of love the glory of love, might see you through Glory of love, ah huh huh, the glory of love Glory of love, glory of love Glory of love, now, glory of love, now Glory of love, now now now glory of love Glory of love, give it to me now glory of love see you through Oh, my Coney Island baby, now I'm a Coney Island baby, now I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel and all the kids and P.S. 192 Coney Island baby Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you |
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from Lou Reed - Perfect Night In London [live] (1998)
I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid
drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid Two years ago today I was arrested on Christmas Eve I don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married I ain't no dog tied to a parked car Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations I want the principles of a timeless muse I want to eradicate my negative views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong but that's not what I want to hear all night long Some people are like human tuinals Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' a new sensations I took my GPZ out for a ride the engine felt good between my thighs The air felt cool, it's was forty degrees outside I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap sometimes I got lost and had to check the map I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke There were some country folk and some hunters inside somebody got themselves married and somebody died I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside and I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout your new sensations Talkin' new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations ... |
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from Lou Reed - Animal Serenade [live] (2004)
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got 9 brothers and sisters they're brought up on their knees it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard he's going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, to the dirty boulevard This room cost 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em that's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, on the dirty boulevard going out Outside it's a bright night there's an opera at Lincoln Center movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan but the lights are out on the Mean Streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel he's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming he's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling 'At the count of 3' he says, 'I hope I can disappear' And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly-fly away (Fly a-) fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...) Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away) fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away) |
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from Lou Reed - Animal Serenade [live] (2004)
Sunday Morning brings the dawn in It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you there's always someone around you Who will call it's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you there's always someone around you Who will call it's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you there's always someone around you Who will call it's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning ... |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Vicious, you hit me with a flower
You do it every hour Oh, baby you’re so vicious Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick But all I’ve got is a guitar pick Oh baby, you’re so vicious When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far away You’re not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You’re not the kind of person that I want to meet Baby, oh you’re so vicious, you’re so vicious Vicious, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh, baby you’re so vicious Vicious, hey why don’t you swallow razor blades You must think that I’m some kind of gay blade But baby, you’re so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You’re not good and you certainly aren’t very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You’re not the kind of person that I’d even want to meet ‘Cause you’re so vicious, baby, you’re so vicious Vicious, vicious... |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
If I could be anything in the world that flew
I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here, things were a bit askew Well, you know what happens after dark When rattlesnakes loose their skins and their hearts And all the missionaries loose their bark All the trees are calling after you And all the venom snipers after you Are all the mountains boulder after you If I could be anything of the things in this world that bite Instead of being a tethered ocelot on a leash I’d rather be your kite And be tied to the end of your string And flying in the air, babe, at night Because you know what they say about honey bears When you shave off all their baby hair You’ve got a hairy minded big bare bear And all the bells are rolling out for you And stones are all erupting out for you And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you Yesterday, Daisy Mae end Biff were grooving down the street And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet Her belly button was her mouth Which meant she tasted what she’d speak But the funny thing is what happened to her nose It grew until it reached all of her toes Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose And curtains laced with diamonds, dear, for you And kingdom’s Christian sailors (soldiers), dear, for you And melting ice cap mountains, dear, for you And knights in flaming silver robes for you And bats, that with a kiss turn prince for you Swoop, swoop, oh, baby, rock, rock... |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park And then later when it gets dark we'll go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie too and then home * Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging * Repeat Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You make me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good * Repeat You're going to reap just what you sow |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Harry was a rich young man who would become a priest
He dug up his dear father who was recently deceased He did it with tarot cards and a mystically attuned mind And shortly there and after he did find Jeanny was a spoiled young brat, she thought she knew it all She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall But she was not my kind or even of my sigh The kind of animal that I would be about Oh oh oh, you keep hangin’ ‘round me And I’m not so glad you found me You’re still doing things that I gave up years ago Oh oh oh, you keep hangin’ ‘round me And I’m not so glad you found me You’re still doing things that I gave up years ago Hangin’ ‘round, hangin’ ‘round Cathy was a bit surreal, she painted all her toes And on her face she wore dentures clamped tightly to her nose And when she finally spoke her twang her glasses broke And no one else could smoke while she was in the room Hark the herald angels sang and reached out for a phone And plucking it with ivory hand dialed long distance home But it was all too much sprinkling angel dust to A.T. and T. Who didn’t wish you well Oh oh oh, you keep hangin’ ‘round me And I’m not so glad you found me You’re still doing things that I gave up years ago Oh oh oh, you keep hangin’ ‘round me And I’m not so glad you found me You’re still doing things that I gave up years ago Hangin’ ‘round, hangin’ ‘round |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Holly came from Miami FLA
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA. Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her leg and then he was a she She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side, Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side. Candy came from out on the island, In the backroom she was everybody's darling, But she never lost her head Even when she was given head She said, hey baby, take a walk on the wild side She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side And the coloured girls go, doo doo doo, doo Little Joe never once gave it away Everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New York city is the place where they said Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I Said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat Went to the Apollo You should have seen him go go go They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side Jackie is just speeding away Thought she was James Dean for a day Then I guess she had to crash Valium would have helped that dash She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side And the coloured girls say doo doo doo, doo |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Your face when sleeping is sublime
And then you open up your eyes Then comes pancake factor number one Eyeliner, rose hips and lip gloss, such fun You’re a slick little girl, you’re a slick little girl Rouge and coloring, incense and ice Perfume and kisses, oh it’s all so nice You’re a slick little girl, you’re a slick little girl Now we’re coming out, out of our closets Out on the streets, yeah, we’re coming out When you’re in bed it’s so wonderful It’d be so nice to fall in love When you get dressed I really get my fill People say that it’s impossible Gowns lovely made out of lace And all the things that you do to your face You’re a slick little girl, you’re a slick little girl Eyeliner, whitener then color the eyes Yellow and green, oh what a surprise You’re a slick little girl, oh, you’re such a slick little girl Now we’re coming out, out of our closets Out on the streets, yes, we’re coming out Yeah, we’re coming out... |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Satellite's gone
up to the skies Things like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I like to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of Satellite's gone way up to Mars Soon it will be filled with parking cars I watched it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of I've been told that you've been bold with Harry, Mark and John Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday through Thursday with Harry, Mark and John Satellite's gone up to the skies Things like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Won’t you be my wagon wheel
Won’t you tell me, baby, how do you feel ? Yeah you got to live yeah your life as though you’re number one Yeah you got to live yeah your life And make a point of having some fun But if you think that you get kicks From flirting with danger, danger ooh Just kick her in head and rearrange her Oh heavenly father, what can I do ? What she’s done to me is making me crazy Oh heavenly father, I know I have sinned but look where I’ve been It’s making me lazy Won’t you be my wagon wheel Won’t you tell me, baby, how do you feel ? You got to live yeah your life as though you’re number one Yeah you got to live yeah your life And make a point of having some fun But if you think that you get kicks From flirting with danger, danger ooh Just kick her in head and rearrange her And then why don’t you wake me, shake me Please don’t you let me sleep too long... |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
I was sleeping, gently napping when I heard the phone
Who is on the other end talking, am I even home ? Did you see what she did to him, did you hear what they said ? Just a New York conversation rattling in my head Ooh my, and what shall we wear, ooh my, and who really cares ? Just a New York conversation, gossip all of the time “Did you hear who did what to whom ?”, happens all the time Who has touched and who has dabbled hear in the city of shows Openings, closings, badrap party - everybody knows Ooh, how sad and why do we call, ooh I’m glad to hear from you all I am calling, yes I am calling just to speak to you For I know this night will kill me, if I can’t be with you If I can’t be with you |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Yes I’m Mother Nature’s son
And I’m the only one I do what I want and I want what I see Could only happen to me I’m so free, I’m so free Oh please, Saint Germaine I have come this way Do you remember the shape I was in I had horns and fins I’m so free, I’m so free Do you remember the silver walks You used to shiver and I used to talk Then we went down to Times Square And ever since I’ve been hanging around there I’m so free, I’m so free Yes I’m Mother Nature’s son And I’m the only one I do what I want and I want what I see Could only happen to me I’m so free, I’m so free Oh - oh - oh, I’m so free, I’m so free When I feel good, I’m so free... Early in the morning, I’m so free Late in the evening, I’m so free, I’m so free... |
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from Lou Reed - Transformer (2002)
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
It’s time to say goodbye Let me tell you, now, goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight It’s time to say goodbye Ah, all night long you’ve been drinking your tequilla rye But now you’ve sucked your lemon peel dry So why not get high, high, high and Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight It’s time to say goodbye Goodnight sweet ladies, all ladies goodnight It’s time to say goodbye, bye-bye Ah, we’ve been together for the longest time But now it’s time to get high Come on, let’s get high, high, high And goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight Oh, I’m still missing my other half Oh, it must be something I did in the past Don’t it just make you wanna laugh It’s a lonely Saturday night Oh, nobody calls me on the telephone I put another record on my stereo But I’m still singing a song of you It’s a lonely Saturday night Now, if I was an actor or a dancer that was glamorous Then, you know, an amourus life would soon be mine But now the tinsel light of star break Is all that’s left to applaud my heart break And eleven o’clock I watch the network news Oh, oh, oh, something tells me that you’re really gone You said we could be friends, but that’s not what’s not what I want And, anyway, my TV-dinner’s almost done It’s a lonely Saturday night I mean to tell you, it’s a lonely Saturday night One more word, it’s a lonely Saturday night |
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from Velvet Goldmine (벨벳 골드 마인) by Carter Burwell [ost] (1999)
Satellite's gone
up to the skies Thing like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I like to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of Satellite's gone way up to Mars Soon it will be filled with parking cars I watch it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of I've been told that you've been bold with Harry, Mark and John Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday with Harry, Mark and John Satellite's gone up to the skies Thing like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love (Cix Corea 에서 퍼옴) |
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from The Royal Tenenbaums [Expanded] (로얄 테넌바움) by Mark Mothersbaugh [best, ost] (2001)
Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now Stephanie says when answering the phone What country shall I say is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind It's all in her mind Stephanie says that she wants to know Why it is though she's the door She can't be the room Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone What sea shell she is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die, the people all cal her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind It's all in her mind She asks you is it good or bad It's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska |
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from Smoke 2 (스모크 2) by John Lurie [ost] (1995)
When I was a young man, no bigger than this a chocolate egg cream was not to be missed Some U Bet's Chocolate Syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk you stir it up into a heady fro, tasted just like silk You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream Now you can go to Junior's, Dave's on Canal Street and I think there's Ken's in Boston there must be something in L.A. But Becky's on Kings Highway, was the egg cream of choice and if you don't believe me, go ask any of the boys You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream The only good thing I have to say about P.S. 92 was the egg cream served at Becky's, it was a fearsome brew For 50 cents you got a shot, choco bubbles up your nose that made it easier to deal with knife fights and kids pissing in the street You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream So the next time you're in Brooklyn, please say hello for me at Totonno's for Pizza and ice cream at Al and Shirley's But mostly you go to Becky's, sit in a booth and say hello and have two chocolate egg cream, one to stay and one to go You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream, ah You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream |
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from Friends (프렌즈) [ost] (1995)
Some things come to he who waits
But all is lost if you hesitate And I was never one to wait You'll know you were loved You can hire great lawyers you can speak to your friends You can say "he did this and that" - some things don't change Unwrap the present and burn the remains But you'll know you were loved Now you take Rosco he ain't much People say things are ruined after his touch It's like a tar was driven from his brush But you'll know you were loved Or Stan and Jake emerging from your past From those love affairs that didn't last But me, I'll give it my last gasp And you'll know you were loved A parrot, a donkey, a dog or bone Some of us never had a home And if we did we left it long ago And didn't know we were loved Empty as a wooden clock Left in the woods at 12 o'clock Insides all of us could have spring his pop But you'll know you were loved Even when you sleep at night Inside, your heart will cry You can never say goodbye When you know you were loved Underachievers of the world unite You have nothing to lose except your fright And together we can perhaps pass a night when You know you were loved And together we can perhaps pass a night when You'll know you were loved |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Candy says I've come to hate my body
and all that it requires in this world Candy says I'd like to know completely what others so discretely talk about Candy says I hate the quiet places that cause the smallest taste of what will be Candy says I hate the big decisions that cause endless revisions in my mind I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder I'm gonna watch them pass me by Maybe when I'm older What do you think I'd see If I could walk away from me |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
What goes on in your mind?
I think that I am falling down. What goes on in your mind? I think that I am upside down. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright. I'm going up, and I'm going down. I'm going from side to side. See the bells, up in the sky, Somebody's cut their string in two. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright. One minute born, one minute doomed, One minute up, one minute down. What goes on in your mind? I think that I am falling down. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright. |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Some kinds of love
Marguerita told Tom Between thought and expression lies a lifetime Situations arise because of the weather and no kinds of love are better than others Some kinds of love Margueirta told Tom like a dirty French novel the absured courts the vulgar and some kinds of love the possibilites are endless and for me to miss one would seem to be groundless I head what you said Margueritat told Tom And of course you're a bore But at that you're not charmless for a bore is a straight line that finds a wealth in division and some kinds of love are mistaken for vision Put jelly on your shoulder Let us do what you fear most That from which you recoil but which still makes your eyes moist Put jelly on your shoulder lie down upon the carpet between thought and expression let us now kiss the culprit I don't know just what it's all about Put on your red pajamas and find out. |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Somtimes I feel so happy
Somtimes I feel so sad Somtimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Tought of you as my moutaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but could,t keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can't stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eye |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Jesus, help me find my proper place
Jesus, help me find my proper place Help me in my weakness 'Cos I'm falling out of grace Jesus Jesus |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light. Some people work very hard, but still they never get it right. Well, I'm beginning to see the light. I wanna tell all you people, now. Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Wine in the mornin', and some breakfast at night. Well, I'm beginning to see the light. Here we go again, playing the fool again. Here we go again, acting hard again. All right! Well, I'm beginning to see the light! I wanna tell you, ooh-oh-oh! Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light! It comes very softly now. I wore my teeth in my hands so I could miss the hell of a night. Hey! Well, I'm beginning to see the light! Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light, now! It comes softer! Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. I met myself in a dream, and I just want to tell you, Everything was alright. Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Here comes two of you. Which one will you choose? One is black and one is blue, Don't know just, what to do. Alright! Well, I'm beginning to see the light, oh, now, here she comes! Hey, yeah, baby, I'm beginning to see the light! Oh-ahhhh! Some people work very hard, But still they never get it right. Well, I'm begiing to see the light. Ah, it's getting a little softer, maybe, in there. Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Ah, it's coming around again, Hey, now, now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. One more time. There are problems in these times, But, woo!, none of them are mine! Oh, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Here we go again, I thought that you were my friend. Here we go again, I thought that you were my friend. How does it feel, to be loved? How does it feel, to be loved? |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
I've been set free and I've been bound
To the memories of yesterday's clouds I've been set free and I've been bound And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion I've been blinded but Now I can see What in the world has happened to me The prince of stories who walk right by me And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion I've been set free and I've been bound Let me tell you people what I found I saw my head laughing rolling on the ground And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
That's the story of my life
That's the difference between wrong and right But, Billy said, Both those words are dead That's the story of my life |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin Right Voice (Reed, Yule) denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall Right Voice (Reed, Yule) mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique? Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) for screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committe, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated. Right Voice (Reed, Yule) relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me Right Voice (Reed, Yule) dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse Right Voice (Reed, Yule) tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right Right Voice (Reed, Yule) English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. 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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never All the people are dancing and they're havin such fun I wish it could happen to me but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. If you close the door, the night could last forever, Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes and say hello -- you're my very special one-- but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. Dark cloudy bars Shiny Cadillac cars and the people on subways and trains Looking gray in the rain As they stand disarrayed And if you close the door, the night could last forever. Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never all the people are dancing and they're having such fun I wish it could happen to me 'Cause if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. I'd never have to see the day again. (once more) I'd never have to see the day again. |
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from Legally Blonde 2 (금발이 너무해 2) by Rolfe Kent [ost] (2003)
(Francis Scott Key)
Oh, say, can you see By the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed At the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars Through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so Gallantly streaming? America, America, America America, America, America And the rocket's red glare The bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there Oh, say, does that star Spangled banner yet wave Over the land of the free And the home of the brave! America, America, America America, America, America America, America, America America, America, America America, America, America America, America ooohhh |
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from 접속 by 조영욱 [ost] (1997)
Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Thought of you as my mountaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I’ve had but couldn’t keep I’ve had but couldn’t keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I’d put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can’t stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I’d do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you’re my best friend But it’s truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the sunday people Where so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better the next day La la la ... It was a pleasure then When we could sit and stare again Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees Onto the grass Stars to smile with us Until they too had tears in their eyes Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree It was a pleasure then To see the dieing days again In the horror of the night Never, never, never, never, never, lise Keep it secret For to hide somewhere at last As long as we could see The sky confessed this crime Of futile tasting hate romance Above our shattered minds It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure La la la ... |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn the imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now plead for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girlchild in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Run Run Run
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave I sold my soul, must be saved Gonna take a walk down to Union Square You never know who you're gonna find there You gotta run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Marguerita Passion had to get her fix She wasn't well, she was getting sick Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high Didn't know, thinks she could buy it And she would run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes When she turned blue, all the angels screamed They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene She had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do .. Beardless Harry, what a waste Couldn't even get a small-town taste Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven Figured he was good to get himself to heaven 'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Heroin
I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me now, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off and dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
There she goes again
She's out on the streets again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends she's gonna meet You better hit her There she goes again She's knocked out on her feet again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet You better hit her Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away See her walking on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet She's gonna bawl and shout She's gonna work it She's gonna work it out, bye bye Bye bye baby All right |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep Where the black angel did weep Not an old city street in the east Gone to choose And wandering's brother Walked on through the night With his hair in his face On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T. The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long To his skull-shrill yell Shining brightly red-rimmed and Red-lined with the time Infused with the choice of the mind On ice skates scraping chunks From the bells Cut mouth bleeding razor's Forgetting the pain Antiseptic remains cool goodbye So you fly To the cozy brown snow of the east Gone to choose, choose again Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget Where you come from The stools of your eyes Serve to realize fame, choose again And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse For the loss of a horse Went the bowels and a tail of a rat Come again, choose to go And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame Have your head bobbed and weaved Choose a side to be on If the stone glances off Split didactics in two Leave the colors of the mouse trails Don't scream, try between If you choose, if you choose, try to lose For the loss of remain come and start Start the game I che che che che I Che che ka tak koh Choose to choose Choose to choose, choose to go |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
European Son
You killed your European son You spit on those under twenty-one But now your blue car's gone You better say so long Hey hey, bye bye bye You made your wallpapers green You want to make love to the scene Your European son is gone You'd better say so long Your clown's bid you goodbye |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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from Lou Reed - Rock And Roll Diary (1980)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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from Lou Reed - Rock And Roll Diary (1980)
Somtimes I feel so happy
Somtimes I feel so sad Somtimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Tought of you as my moutaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but could,t keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can't stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eye |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
(Francis Scott Key)
Oh, say, can you see By the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed At the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars Through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so Gallantly streaming? America, America, America America, America, America And the rocket's red glare The bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there Oh, say, does that star Spangled banner yet wave Over the land of the free And the home of the brave! America, America, America America, America, America America, America, America America, America, America America, America, America America, America ooohhh |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Listen, I just wanna tell you a story
It happened to a friend of mine Didn't have no power in the glory City took a hell of a time?? The city was ahead kind of pushing The only thing this about this girl She went and she married another fellow Knocked my friend right out of this world He heard the preacher say here comes the bride (here comes the bride) Here comes the bride, baby (here comes the bride) ? (here comes the bride) She looked lovely, here comes the bride Somebody called to say they caring Tell her that a refugee is coming in Philmont via the coast Somebody call up his old man Hey, tell him his son is a writer and ?? looking like a ghost And somebody find that Virgin Mary Oh, won't you tell that bitch, hey your two bees are coming back home Somebody tell those ladies in waiting, hold it now Don't tell the preacher, go on with it We don't want to hear the words Here comes the bride (here comes the bride) I don't want to hear it, here comes the bride (here comes the bride) Here comes the bride (here comes the bride) Looks so lovely, so lovely, so lovely, Don't you know the preacher looks so lovely, yeah yeah Here comes the bride (here comes the bride) (here comes the bride) |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, oh Sweet Jane, oh-oh Sweet Jane I'll tell you something that Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies ha, and when, when they come home from work Ooohhh-wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh-wah the radio does play the classical music there, Jim "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers", all you protest kids you can hear Jack say, get ready, ah Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby Sweet Jane, oh, oh, oh-ah Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancing and other people they have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers, haha well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes, ooohhh And that, you know children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh, wow-woh Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane ... |
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from Lou Reed - Walk On The Wild Side & Other Hits (1992)
Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, oh Sweet Jane, oh-oh Sweet Jane I'll tell you something that Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies ha, and when, when they come home from work Ooohhh-wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh-wah the radio does play the classical music there, Jim "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers", all you protest kids you can hear Jack say, get ready, ah Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby Sweet Jane, oh, oh, oh-ah Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancing and other people they have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers, haha well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes, ooohhh And that, you know children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh, wow-woh Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane ... |
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from Lou Reed - Rock And Roll Diary (1980)
Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, oh Sweet Jane, oh-oh Sweet Jane I'll tell you something that Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies ha, and when, when they come home from work Ooohhh-wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh-wah the radio does play the classical music there, Jim "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers", all you protest kids you can hear Jack say, get ready, ah Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby Sweet Jane, oh, oh, oh-ah Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancing and other people they have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers, haha well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes, ooohhh And that, you know children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh, wow-woh Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane ... |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
It's hard being a man
Living in a garbage pail My landlady called me up, oh She tried to hit me with a mop I can't stand it any more more I can't stand it any more more, oh I can't stand it any more more But if baby would just come back, it'd be all right Yeah, if baby would just come back, it would be all right Come on, baby I live with thirteen dead cats A purple dog that wears spats They're all living out in the hall And I can't stand it any more I can't stand it any more more I can't stand it any more more I can't stand it any more more But if baby would just come back, it'd be all right Oh, if baby would just come back, it would be all right Be all right, now Come on, baby I'm tired of living all alone, yeah Nobody ever calls me on the phone But when things are getting better I just play my music louder I can't stand it any more more I can't stand it any more more I can't stand it any more more I can't stand it, I can't stand it I can't stand it, I can't stand it ... |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Lisa says, on a night like this
It'd be so nice, if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, honey, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Lisa says Lisa says Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Lisa says, honey, you must think - - I'm some kind of california fool The way you treat me just like some kind of tool Lisa says, hey baby, if you stick your tongue in my ear Then the scene around here will become very clear Lisa says, oh no Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Hey, if you're looking for a good time charlie Well, that's not really what I am You know, some good time charlie Always out, having his fun But if you're looking for some good, good lovin' Then sit yourself right over here You know that those good, those good times They just seem to pass me by, just like pie in the sky And lisa says, on a night like this It'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, hey baby, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Let me hear you now Lisa says, oh, no, no Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Why am I so shy Why am I so shy, gee, you know those Good good times, they just seem to pass me by Why am I so shy First time I saw you I was talking to myself I said, hey, you got such pretty, pretty eyes (that pretty eyes) Now that you're next to me I just get so upset And lisa, will you tell me, why am I so shy Why am I so shy Why am I so shy, well, you know that those Good, good times, they just seem to pass me by Why am I so shy And lisa says, on a night like this It'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, honey, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Lisa says, oh, no, now Lisa says, hey don't you be a little baby Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says |
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from Lou Reed - Rock And Roll Diary (1980)
In Berlin, by the wall
you were five foot ten inches tall It was very nice candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in a small cafe you could hear the guitars play It was very nice it was paradise |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea Here comes the ocean And the waves where have they been Don't swim tonight my love, the sea is mad my love It's known to drive men crazy Malcolm has burned at sea, the castle it sits and reeks The madness can make you hazy But here come the waves Down by the shore Washing the rocks that have been here Centuries or more Down by the sea Here come the ocean And the waves down by the sea Here comes the ocean And the waves where have they been Castles glowing at night, towers above out fright Warlocks decapitating Malcolm he lives on hate, serve your brain on a plate Feasts on your mouth for dinner But here come the waves Down by the sea Washing the eyes of the men Who have died Down by the sea Here come the waves Here come the waves Here come the waves Here come the waves |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Caroline says that I'm just a toy
she wants a man, not just a boy Oh, Caroline says, ooohhh, Caroline says Caroline says she can't help but be mean or cruel, or oh so it seems Oh, Caroline says, Caroline says She say she doesn't want a man who leans Still she is my Germanic - - Queen Yeah, she's my Queen The things she does, the things she says people shouldn't treat others that way But at first I thought I could take it all Just like poison in a vial hey, she was often very vile But of course, I thought I could take it all Caroline says that I'm not a man so she'll go get it catch as catch can Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says Caroline says moments in time can't continue to be only mine Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says She treats me like I am a fool But to me she's still a German - - Queen, ooohhh, she's my - - Queen, ya ... Queen, hey baby, she's my Queen (Queen) (Queen) (Queen) (Queen) ... |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
How do you think it feels
when you're speeding and lonely, come here baby How do you think it feels when all you can say is if only If only I had a little if only I had some change, come here baby If only, if only, if only How do you think it feels and when do you think it stops How do you think it feels when you've been up for five days, come down here mama Hunting around always, ooohhh 'cause you're afraid of sleeping How do you think it feels to feel like a wolf and foxy How do you think it feels To always make love by proxy, huh how do you think it feels And when do you think it stops when do you think it stops |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
All your two-bit friends
they're shootin' you up with pills They said that it was good for you that it would cure your ills I don't care just where it's at I'm just like an alley cat And when you're filled up to here with hate don't you know you gotta get it straight Filled up to here with hate beat her black and blue and get it straight Do, do, do, do, do, do when you're lookin' through the eyes of hate All your two-bit friends they asked you for your autograph They put you on the stage they thought it'd be good for a laugh But I don't care just where it's at 'cause honey, I'm just like an alley cat And when you're filled up to here with hate don't you know you gotta get it straight Filled up to here with hate beat her black and blue and get it straight Uh-huh Oh, Jim how could you treat me this way Hey, hey, hey how could you treat me this way Oh, Jim how could you treat me this way Hey, hey how could you treat me this way You know you broke my heart ever since you went away Now you said that you love us but you only make love to one of us Oh, oh, oh, oh, Jim how could you treat me this way You know you broke my heart ever since you went away When you're looking through the eyes of hate oh, oh, oh, oh When you're looking through the eyes of hate oh, oh, oh, oh When you're looking through the eyes of hate oh, oh, oh, oh When you're looking through the eyes of hate oh, oh, oh, oh When you're looking through the eyes of hate oh, oh, oh, oh When you're looking through the eyes of hate oh, oh, oh, oh ... |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Caroline says
As she gets up off the floor Why is it that you beat me It isn't any fun Caroline says As she makes up her eyes You ought to learn more about yourself Think more than just i But she's not afraid to die All her friends call her "alaska" When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her What is in her mind What is in her mind Caroline says As she gets up from the floor You can hit me all you want to But I don't love you anymore Caroline says While biting her lip Life is meant to be more than this And this is a bum trip But she's not afraid to die All her friends call her "alaska" When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her What is in her mind What is in her mind She put her fist through the window pane It was such a funny feeling It's so cold in alaska It's so cold in alaska It's so cold in alaska |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Staring at my picture book
she looks like Mary, Queen of Scots She seemed very regal to me just goes to show how wrong you can be I'm gonna stop wastin' my time Somebody else would have broken both of her arms Sad song, sad song Sad song, sad song My castle, kids and home I thought she was Mary, Queen of Scots I tried so very hard shows just how wrong you can be I'm gonna stop wasting time Somebody else would have broken both of her arms Sad song, sad song ... |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
All your two-bit psychiatrists
are giving you electroshock They said, they'd let you live at home with mom and dad instead of mental hospitals But every time you tried to read a book you couldn't get to page 17 'Cause you forgot where you were so you couldn't even read Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons They're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away Mom informed me on the phone she didn't know what to do about dad Took an axe and broke the table aren't you glad you're married And sister, she got married on the island and her husband takes the train He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain They're gonna kill your sons don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run away Creedmore treated me very good but Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped out on PHC I was so sad, I didn't even get a letter All of the drugs, that we took it really was lots of fun But when they shoot you up with t horizene on crystal smoke you choke like a son of a gun Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away |
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from Lou Reed - Walk On The Wild Side & Other Hits (1992)
Sally dances on the floor
she says that she can't do it anymore She walks down St. Marks Place and eats natural food at my place Now Sally can't dance no more she can't get off of the floor Sally can't dance no more they found her in the trunk of a Ford ooohhh, she can't dance no more Sally is loosing her face she lives on St. Marks Place In a rent-controlled apartment, eighty dollars a month she has lots of fun, she has lots of fun, but Sally can't dance no more, ooohhh Sally can't dance no more She took too much meth and can't get off the floor now Sally, she can't dance no more She was the first girl in the neighborhood to wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should She was the first girl that I ever seen that had flowers painted on her jeans She was the first girl in her neighborhood who got raped on Tompkins Square, real good Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon and she kills the boys and acts like a son Sally can't dance no more, ooohhh, now Sally can't dance no more She can't get herself off the floor, ah, huh Sally, ooohhh, she can't dance no more Watch this, now Sally became a big model she moved up to eighties and park She had a studio apartment and that's where she used to ball, folk singers and that's where she used to ball, folk singers, but Sally, she can't dance no more Sally, she can't dance no more Sally can't get herself off of the floor now, Sally, she can't dance no more (Sally can't dance) (Sally can't dance) She knew all the really right people she went to Le Jardin She danced with Picasso's illegitimate m |
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from Lou Reed - Between Thought And Expression (1992)
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now How you get your adrenalin flowing Hey man, what's your style I love the way, try to call now Hey man, what's your style I ain't jealous of the way you're living I ain't jealous of the way you're living When you cut that dude with just a little mania You did it so, ... ah When the blood comma' down his neck ... Don't you know it was better than sex, now, now, now It was way better than getting mean 'cause it was, the final thing to do, now Get somebody to come on to you and then you just get somebody to to now, now, come on to you And then you kill 'em, yeah You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ... I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks Hey man, what's your style How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now How you get your adrenalin flowing Hey man, what's your style You know, I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style I ain't jealous of the way you're living Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living Hey, newspaper ... You did it so, wow, crudely, now With that blood coming down his chest It was way better than sex, now, now It was way better than getting mean It was the final thing to do Get somebody to came, come on to you, then Get somebody to, ah, come on to you Better kill them now Better kill him now, now Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now 'Cause I need kicks I need some kicks I'm getting bored I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Oh, give it now, kicks Yeah, need some kicks Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks Oh, give it me now, now Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ... |
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Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Lou Reed(Walk on the wild side)
