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Lou Reed : Misc

  1. Downtown Dirt
  2. Good Taste
  3. Junior Dad
  4. Nowhere At All
  5. The Power Of The Heart
  6. See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
  7. Some Kind Of Nature

Downtown Dirt
1975

Bonus track from Coney Island Baby re-release.
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D
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Picking up pieces of information down on the docks
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D
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Picking up pieces of information about you, and how to pick locks
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D
E
Scouting around on the Lower East Side, a mattress is in the rain
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D
E
Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats, come down here to get laid |
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Bb6
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Bb6
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| It's a boring macho trip And I'm the type that fascinates Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota?
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D
E
You're 28 years old and your face has been lifted, but you still look so much older
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D
E
Your bed is soiled, your linen is drab, you got crabs
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D
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The things they sell you, your credit cards, I love you for 'em, I love you for it I sell you sugar, I'm a humanitarian I give it all to myself that way you're clean, and I stay out of debt
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A
And psychologically, you know, hey, psychologically
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It's better, ah, that I think that I'm dirt
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Psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt
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Don't you know it's better that think that I'm dirt?
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Hey, don't you like to have some dirt That's all it's worth, it's just dirt
A
E
Cheap, cheap damn dirt
E
Hey Pam, dirt Cheap, dirt, worth dirt Uptown dirt Dirt

Good Taste

Capo:
-II
Bonus track from Sally Can't Dance re-release.
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Eb
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x2
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Eb
C
You're makin' a fool out of yourself
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Bb
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By followin' me around
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Eb
C
(
Bb
) Like a Japanese woman who stands ten steps in the shadow of her man
Bb
C
You're followin' me around You're followin' me around You're makin' a joke of yourself Your friends are talkin' behind your back You're makin' a joke of yourself Your friends are talkin' behind your back
Em
C
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
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Eb
C
F
Makin' a fool of yourself over me Makin' a fool of yourself, can't you see? Makin' a fool of yourself over me
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Over me, over me, over me (
Em
) Proves that you have good taste |
Em
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C
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C
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x4
Makin' a fool of yourself By sleeping around Shooting up leaders or politicos On the ground
Em
But it's just goes to prove
C
That you've got good taste
Em
C
You've got good taste

Junior Dad
2011

From the album "Lulu" with Metallica
Drop D, Capo -II
 Would you come to me if I was half drowning? An arm above the last wave? Would you come to me? Would you pull me up? Would the effort really hurt you? Is it unfair to ask you, to help pull me up? The window broke the silence of the matches The smoke effortlessly floating Pull me up Would you be my lord and savior, pull me up by my hair? Now would you kiss me, on my lips? Burning fever burning on my forehead The brain that once was listening now Now shoots out its tiresome message Won't you pull me up? Scalding, my dead father has the motor and he's driving Towards an island of lost souls Sunny, a monkey then to monkey I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness No social redeeming kindness Or, oh, state of grace Would you pull me up? Would you drop the mental bullet? Would you pull me by the arm up? Would you still kiss my lips? Hiccup, the dream is over Get the coffee, turn the lights on Say hello to junior dad The greatest disappointment Age withered him and changed him Into junior dad, psychic savagery The greatest disappointment The greatest disappointment Age withered him and changed him Into junior dad

Nowhere At All
1975

B-side to Charley's Girl.
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Somebody's got to help me This girl's drivin' me insane, huh 'Cause some they likes it hot (so hot) And some they likes it cold (so cold) And some they just don't like it at, like it at all now |
D
C
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| Somebody's got to help me This girl's drivin' me insane |
D
C
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A
| Now somebody she's got to help me |
D
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A
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| It makes me feel like, ah, that I'm nowhere at all |
D
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| It makes me feel like I'm nowhere at all
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Somebody's got to help me This girl's got me on the line now 'Cause some they likes it hot (so hot) And some they likes it cold (so cold) And some they just don't like it at, like it at all now Somebody's got to help me This girl's drivin' me insane Somebody's got to help me She's makin' me feel like, ah, I'm nowhere at all It makes me feel like I'm nowhere at all |
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x2
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D
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| I'm nowhere at all now I'm nowhere at, give it to me now I'm nowhere at all now |
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D
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A
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| Now honey... nowhere I'm no, no, nowhere at all |
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| I'm nowhere at all now Oh, give it to me now now |
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G
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| ...

The Power Of The Heart
2008

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| ... You and me we always sweat and strain You look for sun, I look for rain We're different people, we're not the same The power of the sun I looked at treetops, you looked for caps Above the water, where the waves snap back I flew around the world to bring you back Ah, the power of the heart You looked at me and I looked at you The sleeping heart was shining through The wispy cobwebs that we're breathing through The power of the heart I looked at you and you looked at me I thought of the past, you thought of what could be I asked you once again to marry me Ooh, the power of the heart Everybody says love makes the world go round I hear a bubbling, I hear a sound Of my heart beating and I turn around And find you standing at the door You know me I like to dream a lot Of this and that and what is not And finally I figured out what was what It was the power of the heart The power of the heart You and me we sweat and strain Ah, the result is always the same You think somehow we're in a game The power of the heart I think I'm dumb, I know you're smart The beating of a pure-bred heart I say this to you and it's not a lark Marry me today You know me I like to dream a lot Of what there is and what there's not But mainly I dream of you a lot The power of your heart The power of your heart

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
2001

<Blind Lemon Jefferson>
E
There's one kind favour that I ask of you
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E
There's one kind favour that I ask of you
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There's one kind favour that I ask of you
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E
Won't you please, please see that my grave is kept clean Long line ain't got no end Oh there's a long line that ain't got no end It's a long, long line that ain't got no end Bad wind that never came It's a bad wing that never came Two white horses standing in line There's two white horses standing in line There's two white horses and they're standing in line Take me to that buryin' ground Take me to that buryin' ground My heart stopped beating and my hands are cold My heart stopped beating and my hands are cold Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands are cold I forgot what the good book said, what the bible told What the bible told Have you ever heard that coffin sound? Have you ever heard that coffin sound? Have you ever heard that coffin sound? Did you know that this poor boy's beneath the ground? Did you know that this poor boy's beneath the ground? Dig my grave with a silver spade Why don't you dig my grave with a silver spade? Why don't you dig my grave with a silver spade? Ah, lay me down with a golden chain Why don't you lay me down with a golden chain Have you ever heard that church bell's song? Have you ever heard that church bell's song? Have you ever heard that church bell's song? You know that this poor boy's dead and gone You know that this poor boy's dead and gone One kind favour that I ask of you There's one kind favour that I ask of you There's one kind favour that I ask of you Please see that my grave is kept clean

Some Kind Of Nature
2010

From the album "Plastic Beach" with Gorillaz
Some kind of nature Some kind of soul Some kind of mixture Some kind of gold Some kind of majesty Some chemical load Some kind of metal made up from glue Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you The needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes They sit with barbiturates until they grow old Some kind of nature Some kind of soul Some kind of mixture Some kind of gold Some kind of majesty Some chemical load Well, me, I like plastics and digital foils To wrap up the sound and protect the girls From the spiritual poison you spill at night Like phony clothes but I really like mine Some kind of nature Some kind of nature Some kind of soul Come forth within us Oh Lord, forgive me Some kind of mixture Some kind of gold It's gonna come and find us All we are is dust Some kind of metal made up from glue Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you The needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes They sit with barbiturates until they grow old Some kind of nature Some kind of nature Some kind of soul Come forth within us Oh Lord, forgive me Some kind of mixture Some kind of gold It's gonna come and find us All we are is dust