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Lou Reed : Street Hassle
1978

  1. Gimme Some Good Times
  2. Dirt
  3. Street Hassle A: Waltzing Matilda
  4. Street Hassle B: Street Hassle
  5. Street Hassle C: Slipaway

  6. I Wanna Be Black
  7. Real Good Time Together
  8. Shooting Star
  9. Leave Me Alone
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  10. Wait

Gimme Some Good Times

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| Hey, if it ain't the rock and roll animal himself! What you doing, bro? (Standing on the corner) Well I can see that What you got in your hand? (Suitcase in my hand) No shit, what it is (Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest) Fucking faggot junkie (Jack, Sweet Jane, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band) Well I can see that Some people say that you can't (no-no-no) No matter babe, who you are And some people say they can't move (no-no-no) No matter where they are Gimme, gimme, gimme some good times Gimme, gimme, gimme some pain No matter how ugly you are You know to me it all looks the same |
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Rain from the morning in the blue clouds Now just shining up with dew Riding through the city in the big cars And me I ain't got nothing to do Gimme, gimme, gimme some good times Gimme, gimme, gimme some pain Don't you know that things always look ugly To me they always look the same |
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Oh, gimme, gimme, gimme some good times Oh, gimme, gimme, gimme some pain Don't you know that both of them look ugly To me they always look the same Ooh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Ooh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same (Standing on the corner) Ooh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Ooh, don't you know, ooh, don't you know To me they always look the same

Dirt

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It's been a long time since I've spoken to you
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Was it the right time?
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Your current troubles and you know they'll get much worse
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I hope you know how much you enjoyed them You're a pig of a person, there's a justice in this world Hey, how about that? Your lack of conscience and your lack of morality Well more and more people know all about it
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You remember that song by a dude named Bobby Fuller?
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"I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won" We sat around the other night, me and the guys Trying to find the right word That would best fit and describe You and people like it That no principle has touched, and no principle has baptized How about that? Who'd eat shit and say it tasted good If there was some money in it for 'em Hey, you remember that song by this guy from Texas Whose name was Bobby Fuller? I'll sing it for you, it went like this I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won
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You're just dirt, you're just dirt The only word for you is dirt, that's the only word that hurts You're just dirt That's all you're worth, cheap-cheap dirt You know they call you...
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Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt You're just cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt You're just worth, nothing but, cheap uptown dirt That's all you're worth, it's just cheap, cheap uptown dirt That's all you're worth now (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt) You're just dirt (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt) (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt) (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt) (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt)

Street Hassle A: Waltzing Matilda

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Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet The sexy boy smiled in dismay She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures Everybody's queen for a day Oh babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire your body Why don't we slip away Although I'm sure you're certain it's a rarity me flirtin' Sha-la-la-la, this way Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la Hey baby, come on let's slip away Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a happy muscle Call out the National Guard She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means From off of the formica topped bar And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly And boldly out of this world And despite people's derision Proved to be more than a diversion Sha-la-la-la, later on And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly And showed her where he was coming from And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently It was like she'd never ever come And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la When the sun rose and he made to leave You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la Neither one regretted a thing

Street Hassle B: Street Hassle

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Hey, that cunt's not breathing I think she's had too much Of something or other, hey man, you know what I mean I don't mean to scare you But you're the one who came here And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave I'm not being smart Or trying to be cold on my part And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve But you know people get all emotional And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational Then you know they think they're just on TV Sha-la-la-la-la, man Why don't you just slip away You know I'm glad that we met, man It really was nice talking And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak But you know it could be a hassle Trying to explain myself to a police officer About how it was your old lady got herself stiffed And it's not like we could help her There was nothing no one could do And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first But when someone turns that blue It is a universal truth Then you just know that bitch will never fuck again By the way, that's really some bad shit That you came to our place with But you ought to be more careful around the little girls It's either the best or it's the worst And since I don't have to choose I guess I won't And I know this ain't no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet And just lay her out on the darkened street And by morning, she's just another hit and run You know some people got no choice And they can't never find a voice To talk with that they can even call their own So the first thing that they see That allows them the right to be Why they follow it, you know it's called bad luck

Street Hassle C: Slipaway

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Spoken by Bruce Springsteen
Wait, man, that's just a lie It's a lie she tells her friends There's a real song, a real song That she wouldn't even admit to herself Bleeding in her heart, it's a song lots of people moan It's a painful song With a lot of sad truths And life's full of sad songs A penny for a wish And wishing won't make it so Joe Where pretty kiss, where a pretty face Can't have its way Though tramps like us who were born to play
Back to Lou Reed:
Love has gone away And there's no one here now And there's nothing left to say But oh how I miss him, baby Ah baby, come on and slip away Come on baby, why don't you slip away Love has gone away Took the rings off my fingers And there's nothing left to say But oh how, oh how I need it, baby Come on baby, I need you baby Oh please don't slip away I need your loving so bad, babe Please don't slip away

I Wanna Be Black

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I wanna be black, have natural rhythm (
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And fuck up the Jews I wanna be black, I wanna be a panther Have a girlfriend named Samantha and have a stable of foxy whores Wow-wow, I wanna be black
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Oh, I don't wanna be a fucked up
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I just wanna have a stable of
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Yeah-yeah, I wanna be black Oh, I wanna be black Yeah-yeah, I wanna be black I wanna be black, wanna be like Martin Luther King And get myself shot in spring Lead a whole generation too And fucked up the Jews I wanna be black, I wanna be like Malcolm X And cast a hex Over President Kennedy's tomb And have a big prick too Oh, I don't wanna be a fucked up Middle class college student no more Yeah, I just wanna have a Stable of foxy little whores Yeah-yeah, I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I wanna be black Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I wanna be black Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I wanna be black Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Real Good Time Together

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We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna dance and bawl and shout together
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Shooting Star

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All the people had their share of the glory
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Looking out after you
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It's just a story about winners and glory
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Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star
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Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Some men may glory from a different condition Of another car And later persuasion would permit the arranging Of a ... And to cause more confusion, and to make this illusion Would have gone too far And it's my ambition, of a jacket ignition In a Cadillac metal car Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star You're just a shooting star

Leave Me Alone

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| ... Everybody gonna try to tell you what to do, uh huh And never never never never let it be said that it's true Oh oh, hey, give it to my babe yeah Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Certain kinds of people they just always let you down Now I know you're trying to go up and they just want a frown Oh, give it to me now, give it to Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Get down, baby Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Oh come now, leave me alone mam, OK baby Oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh Don't you know some people they just don't know when to stop Give it to me now They can't tell the floor from the ceiling or the top And then there's other types, they always make you wait And they're the ones who always are the first to say "Mistake!" Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone, oh Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me alone Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh, oh, oh yeah Ah huh huh

Wait

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Wait (Disgrace)
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I know I shouldn't, but please wait (Such a pretty face)
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I know the time is getting late (And it was such a waste)
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And he is lost who hesitates (Of such a pretty face)
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But still I really wish that you'd wait (And it was such a waste)
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Although this passion might abate (Of such a pretty face)
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And find you in another state (It was such a disgrace)
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That will see this as some mistake (It was such a waste)
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| Wait (It was such a waste) I really wouldn't want your hate (Of such a pretty face) Certainly not at this late date (And it was such a waste) You wanna give not only take (Of such a pretty face) I know propriety is such a weight (It was such a disgrace) But then it makes no sense to wait (Such a pretty face) Considering the present state (And it was such a waste) Don't change my mind at this late date (.......... such a waste) Oh baby, don't you think we oughta wait (Of such a pretty face) |
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| (Ooh...) (Ooh...) (Ooh...) (Ooh...) Wait Oh now baby, how I wish you would wait I really wish you'd hesitate Oh baby baby, please why don't you wait Oh, how I really wish that you would wait Oh, how I wish you'd hesitate But ................ wait Baby, how I wish you would wait Don't you .......... I really wouldn't want get your hate But someone who .......... I really really wish you would wait Oh baby baby baby, please wait (Well I met him on a Sunday)