Spooky Lou.
I just had to okay hahah
Love that life lession, Lou.
I’m gonna wear it with my shades and then I’ll lit a cigarette and look like a cool guy from the 70s. Who am i trying to fool, hahah. Just wait a week and a half, then I’ll show you guys how amazing a t-shirt can be.
She says, what do you call love?
well I call it Harry
Oh, please I’m being serious
what do you call love
Well, I don’t call it family and I don’t call it lust
and as we all know marriage isn’t a must
And I suppose in the end, it’s a matter of trust
if I had to I’d call love time
I haven’t looked forward to a concert like this for over three years. Haha it feels like I’m a fifteen year old fanboy again.
Maybe I am still fifteen and a fanboy, then.
Harry looked in the mirror thinking of Vincent Van Gogh
And with a quick swipe lopped off his nose
And happy with that he made a slice where his chin was
He’d always wanted a dimple
The end of all illusion
Then peering down straight between his legs
Harry thought of the range of possibilities
A new face, a new life, no memories of the past
And slit his throat from ear to ear
Harry woke up with a cough
The stitches made him wince
A doctor smiled at him from
Somewhere across the room
“Son, we saved your life
But you’ll never look the same.”
And when he heard that, Harry had to laugh
And when he heard that, Harry had to laugh
Although it hurt, Harry had to laugh
The final disappointment
Lou Reed - Waves of Fear
Waves of fear, attack in the night
waves of revulsion, sickening sights
My heart’s nearly bursting, my chest’s choking tight
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, squat on the floor
looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood drips from my nose, I can barely breathe
waves of fear, I’m too scared to leave
Waves of fear, waves of fear
waves of fear, waves of fear
I’m too afraid to use the phone
I’m too afraid to put the light on
I’m so afraid I’ve lost control
I’m suffocating without a word
Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
what’s that funny noise, what’s that on the floor
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse my tremors, I jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in hell
Waves of fear, waves of fear
waves of fear, waves of fear
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I don’t think anyone could do a song like this better than Lou himself. There’s just no other song out there that could possibly give me what this song already gives me.
The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe), rewritten by Lou Reed
Read by Willem Dafoe
Lyrics
This is too beautiful to just be ignored.
As I look back on my life
If I could have the glorious moment
The wondrous opportunity to comprehend
The chance to see my younger self
One time
To converse
To hear his thoughts
So it’s six weeks now (almost). Is it now I should recieve a coin or something? I don’t know.. But I just bought a concert ticket to Lou Reed in Copenhagen, so I guess that’s something? Yes. I hardly listen to anything else than Joan Jett and Lou Reed these days, so this should make me happy.
“When you’re all alone and lonely in your midnight hour
And you find that your soul, it has been up for sale
And you getting to think about, all the things you done
And you getting to hate just about 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”
If Lou sings Coney Island Baby live in Copen I’ll gonna cry. Totally.
“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”
please don’t be afraid
