13. The Velvet Underground - Velvet Underground and Nico

The Velvet Underground

 

The Velvets were known as the Andy Warhol's favorite band. He also designed the sleeve. The album features drummer Moe Tucker and violinist John Cale as well as singer and songwriter Lou Reed and Nico, a German singer who left the Velvets after this disc.
"Sunday Morning" 
 
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 
 
 
"I'm Waiting For The Man" 
 
I'm waiting for my man 
Twenty-six dollars in my hand 
Up to Lexington, 125 
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive 
I'm waiting for my man 
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? 
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? 
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind 
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine 
I'm waiting for my man 
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black 
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat 
He's never early, he's always late 
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man 
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs 
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares 
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste 
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste 
I'm waiting for my man 
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout 
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out 
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine 
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time 
I'm waiting for my man 
 
 
"Femme Fatale" 
 
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 
 
 
"Venus In Furs" 
 
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 
 
 
"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 
 
 
"All Tomorrow's Parties" 
 
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 
 
 
"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 
 
 
"There She Goes Again" 
 
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 
 
 
"I'll Be Your Mirror" 
 
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 
 
 
"The Black Angel's Death Song" 
 
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 
 
 
"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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