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When I was young I used to sing/I didn’t care for anything | A tribute to Lou Reed, pt 3

When I was young I used to sing/I didn’t care for anything | A tribute to Lou Reed, pt 3
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I’m in love with rock’n’roll and I’ll be out all night.

I’m in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
It helps me from being lonely late at night
I don’t feel so bad now in the car
Don’t feel so alone, got the radio on

Helps me find Hemingway
Helps me find Genet/Helps me find Brecht
Helps me find Chandler
Helps me find James Joyce
She always makes the right choice

Take my hand and take my heart
I shiver when you’re near
Deliver me from everything that drives me, oh my dear

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive

So hold on a second
I smell burnin’
And I see a change

I see that smile on your face
Yeah, makes you free
I see that smile

Everybody’s coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks
To at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it’s someone I knew

I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall, lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else

Said it’s time to go, well alright
I don’t wanna go, I say alright
You never listen to me anyway
You’re always talking, never much to say
You remind me of a TV show
That’s alright, I watch it anyway
I don’t talk much cause it gets in my way
Don’t let it get in the way

Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school.
But still you’ll never get it right
‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your Dad he could stop it all.

All the ones that I want
They don’t want me that way

When he wake up
He don’t get out of bed
When he wake up
He just want to play dead
When he tell me the knock-knock
I don’t get the joke
And when he said knock-knock
There’s nobody home

When I was seven
My father said to me
‘But you can’t swim’
And I’ve never dreamed of the sea again

Throw me a line I´m sinking fast
Clutching at straws can´t make it
Havana sound we´re trying hard edge the hipster jiving
Last picture shows down the drive-in
You´re so sheer you´re so chic
Teenage rebel of the week

Hey Rosita! Donde vas con mi carro Rosita?
tu sabes que te quiero
pero ti me quitas todo
ya te robasta mi television y mi radio
y ahora quiere llevarse mi carro
no me haga asi, rosita
ven aqui
ehi, estese aqui al lado rosita

You say that there’s a thousand like you
Maybe that’s true
I fell or you and nobody else
So I’m standing here so lonely
What can I do
But learn to laugh at myself

She speeds
Elusive as a thief in the night, she’s stealing away
She rides the wind, she burns, burns
Yeah she rides the wind, she burns, burns

Don’t say it’s useless
Don’t say forget it
Don’t bring me wishes
Of silly dreams
Just say there’s often
Too much freedom
Too many fingers
And too many things

Just what is it that you want to do?
We wanna be free
We wanna be free to do what we wanna do
And we wanna get loaded
And we wanna have a good time

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A tribute to Lou Reed
A tribute to Lou Reed, pt 2

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