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Lou Reed And John Cale lyrics - Songs For Drella

A Dream

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It was a very cold clear fall night. I had a terrible dream the other night. Billy Name and Brigid were playingunder my stair case on the secaond floor about two o'clock in the morning I woke up because Amos and Archie had started barking. That made me very angry because I wasn't feeling well and I told them. I was very cross the real me, that they just better remenber waht happened to Sam the Bad Cat that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven. It was a very cold clear fall night. Some snowfalkes were falling, gee it was so beautiful, and so I went to get my camera to take some pictures. And then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was late and then I remembered they were still probably at dinner and anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody anyway but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking and I really wanted to hold them. And that's when I heard the voices from down the hall near the stairs. So I got a flashlight and I was scared and I went out into the hallway. There's been all kinds of troubles lately in the neighborhood and someone's got to bring home the bacon and anyway there were Brigid and Billy playing. And under the stair case was a little meadow sort of like the park at 23rd street where all the young kids go and play frisbee, gee that must be fun, maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine, butthey'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell, but I'll just hold my ground this time, I mean it's my magazine isn't it? So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell and I heard those voices having so much fun. Gee it would be so great to have some fun. So I called Billy, but either he didn't hear me or he didn't want to answer which was so strange because even if I don't like reunions I've always loved Billy. I'm so gald he's working I mean it's different than Ondine. He keeps touring with those movies and he doesn't even pay us and the film, I mean the film's just going to disintegrate and then waht. I mean he's so normal off of drugs. I just don't get it. And then I saw John Cale. And he's been looking really great. He's been coming by the office to exercise with me. Ronnie said I have a muscle but he's been really mean since he went to AA. I mean what does it mean when you give up drinking and then you're still so mean. He says I'm being lazy but I'm not, I'm just can't find any ideas. I mean I'm just not, let's face it, going to get any ideas up at the office. And seeing John made me think of the Velvets and I had been thinking about them when I was on St. Marks Place going to that new gallery those sweet new kids have opened, but the thought I was old, and then I saw the old Dom, the old club where we did our first shows. It was so great. And I don't understand about that Velvet's first album. I mean I did the cover and I was the producer and I always see it repacaged and I've never gotten a penny from it. How could that be. I should call Henry, but it was good seeing John, I did a cover for him, but I did in black and white and he change it to color. It would have been worth more if he'd left it my way but you can never tell any body anything, I've leaned that. I treid calling again to Billy and John but they wouldn't recognize me it was like I wasn't there. Why won't they let me in. And then I saw Lou I'm so mad at him. Lou Reed got married and didn't invite me. I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people. I don't get it. he could have at least called. I mean he's doing so great. Why doesn't he call me? I saw him at the MTV show and he was one row away and he didn't even say hello. I don't get it. You know I hate Lou I really do. He won't even hire us for his videos. And I was proud of him. I was so scared today. There was blood leaking thought my shirt from those old scars from being shot. And the corset I wear to keep my insides in was hurting. And I did three sets of fifteen pushups and four sets of ten situps. But then my insides hurt and I saw drops of blood on my shirt and I remember the doctors saying I was dead. And then later they had to take blood out of my hand 'couse they ran out or veins but then all this thinking was making me an old grouch and you can't do anything anyway so if they wouldn't let me play with them in my own dream I was just going to have to make another and another and another. Gee wouldn't it be funny if I died in this dream before I could make another one up. And Nobody Calld.

Stan

EMINEM "The Marshall Mathers LP"
(feat. Dido) [Chorus: Dido] My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. [1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background] [2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after 'thunder' noise] [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up Man how's your daughter My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan [Chorus: Dido] [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, 'No.' That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither; he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S. We should be together too [Chorus: Dido] [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive You know the song by Phil Collins, 'In the Air of the Night' about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; [*screaming*] Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out [*car tires squeal*] [*CRASH*] .. [*brief silence*] .. [*LOUD splash*] [Chorus: Dido] [Eminem] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you so mad Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you Damn!

Nobody's Safe Chump

EPMD "Business Never Personal"
Owww! Get on down (repeat 3X) Verse One: Erick Sermon Well it's the E wit the juice I'm down to get loose Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump My posse's thick so I will never get jumped The slayer a beast from the east I'm psycho If I had a glove I would be Bad as Michael Some say yo I sound rugged Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar Smokin, the E's no jokin, so don't trip or flip And make a hit, so bust it Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck No half steppin, I kick back like a weapon On the microphone, I delight And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me Get on down (repeat 4X) It's going down (2X) Verse Two: PMD No lights, no camera, but lots of action No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown The Squad still in effect, no record skippin Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host Who rip shows, from coast to coast Get on down (repeat 4X) It's going down (2X) Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD Yea, back to the picture, the scene It's me Erick Sermon, my M-16 Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out I can just chill, pull out the smoke out One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep So I can rest my head and get some sleep While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat Guns and violence, that we don't promote Just takin what's ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke As I pull out, squeezin like Mr. Charmin Destroyin posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange So chill kid and act like you know Peace from the MD a.k.a. Slow Flow It's going down (4X) Get on down...

Tombstone Blues

SHERYL CROW "Live From Central Park"
Tombstone Blues The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce [Chorus] Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, 'I've just been made' Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, 'My advice is to not let the boys in' Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride 'Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison' Chorus Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, 'Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?' The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, 'Death to all those who would whimper and cry' And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, 'The sun's not yellow it's chicken' Chorus The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle Chorus The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Chorus Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Chorus

Galveston Bay

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "The Ghost Of Tom Joad"
For fifteen years Le Bin Son Fought side by side with the Americans In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam In '75 Saigon fell and he left his command And brought his family to the promised land Seabrook, Texas and the small towns in the Gulf of Mexico It was delta country and reminded him of home He worked as a machinist, put his money away And bought a shrimp boat with his cousin And together they harvested Galveston Bay In the mornin' 'fore the sun come up He'd kiss his sleepin' daughter Steer out through the channel And cast his nets into the water Billy Sutter fought with Charlie Company In the highlands of Quang Tri He was wounded in the battle of Chu Lai Shipped home in '68 There he married and worked the gulf fishing grounds In a boat that'd been his father's In the morning he'd kiss his sleeping son And cast his nets into the water Billy sat in front of his TV as the South fell And the communists rolled into Saigon He and his friends watched as the refugees came Settled on the same streets and worked the coast they'd grew up on Soon in the bars around the harbor was talk Of America for Americans Someone said You want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out. And brought in the Texas Klan One humid Texas night there were three shadows on the harbor Come to burn the Vietnamese boats into the sea In the fire's light shots rang out Two Texans lay dead on the ground Le stood with a pistol in his hand A jury acquitted him in self-defense As before the judge he did stand But as Le walked down the courthouse steps Billy said My friend you're a dead man. One latee summer night Le stood watch along the waterside Billy stood in the shadows His K-bar knife in his hand And the moon slipped behind the clouds Le lit a cigarette, the bay was still as glass As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket Took a breath and let him pass In the early darkness Billy rose up Went into the kitchen for a drink of water Kissed his sleeping wife Headed into the channel And cast his nets into the water Of Galveston Bay

Deborah Conways Nightmare #347

Deborah Conway
Deborah Conway Standing like I am all these feet above the crowd Trying to figure out another way to get back on the ground I didn't mean to cause a problem didn't mean to lose my way But now I'm standing on this ledge having a pretty bad day I'm getting so dizzy when I look down at the street I don't like my chances of landing on my feet There's a fire truck siren I hear it far below All I need is scalpers selling tickets to the show And of course I'm embarrassed Of course I'm unprepared I've probably got no clothes on And my mother's probably there Who knows how it happened it's a mystery to me All of a sudden I'm delivering 'to be or not to be' I got the cops on a bullhorn trying to keep me calm While a guy with a straitjacket causally looks on I was never really worried until I heard the sound Of an AK47 firing off a couple of rounds Now I'm basically a shy girl who doesn't like a scene But oh my God they've called in the marines Welcome to my nightmare Welcome to my nightmare Oh yeah And then on A R man suddenly appears Wants me to be a dance queen to further my career Baby you'll be famous you know I could moke you rich Then he vanished in a puff of smoke and left me feeling sick In the meantime what had happened Was I thought that I could fly So l grew myself some wings and threw my body to the sky I never knew what hit me I didn't see a thing 'Twas a 747 en route to Peking

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