Velvet Underground : Songs For Drella

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When you're growing up in a small town

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You say no one famous ever came from here When you're growing up in a small town And you're having a nervous breakdown And you think that you'll never escape it Yourself or the place that you live Where did Picasso come from There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh If art is the tip of the iceberg I'm the part sinking below |

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Please come over to 81st Street, I'm in the apartment above the bar

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You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway and the tacky store with the Mylar scarves

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My skin's as pale as outdoors moon, my hair's silver like a Tiffany watch

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I like lots of people around me but don't kiss hello, and please don't touch

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It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me

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The way to make friends, Andy, is invite them up for tea

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Open house, open house

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I've got a lot of cats, here's my favorite, she's a lady called Sam

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I made a paper doll of her, you can have it, that's what I did when I had St. Vitus' dance It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me Give people little presents so they'll remember me Open house, open house

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Someone bring vegetables, someone please bring heat

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My mother showed up yesterday, we need something to eat I think I got a job today they want me to draw shoes The ones I drew were old and used they told me Draw something new Open house, open house

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Fly me to the moon, fly me to a star

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But there are no stars in the New York sky, they're all on the ground You scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paint I drew 550 different shoes today, it almost made me faint Open house, open house Open house, open house |

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You've got the money, I've got the time

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You want your freedom, make your freedom mine

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'Cause I've got the style it takes

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And money is all that it takes You've got connections and I've got the art You like attention and I like your looks And I have the style it takes And you know the people it takes

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Why don't you sit right over there

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We'll do a movie portrait

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I'll turn the camera on, and I won't even be there

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A portrait that moves, you look great I think I'll put the Empire State Building on your wall For 24 hours glowing on your wall Watch the sun rise above it in your room Wallpaper art, a great view I've got a Brillo box and I say it's art It's the same one you can buy at any supermarket 'Cause I've got the style it takes And you've got the people it takes This is a rock group called The Velvet Underground I show movies on them, do you like their sound? 'Cause they have a style that grates And I have art to make Let's do a movie here next week We don't have sound but you're so great You don't have to speak

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You've got the style it takes, kiss You've got the style it takes, eat You've got the style it takes, couch You've got the style it takes, kiss

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Andy was a Catholic The ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother Collecting gossip and toys

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Every Sunday when he went to church He'd kneel in his pew and he'd say

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"It's work, all that matters is work" He was a lot of things What I remember the most He'd say, "I've got to bring home the bacon Someone's got to bring home the roast" He'd get to the Factory early If you'd ask him he'd a told you straight out "It's work" No matter what I did it never seemed enough He said I was lazy, I said I was young He said, "How many songs did you write?" I'd written zero, I lied and said, "Ten" "You won't be young forever You should have written fifteen" It's work You ought to make things big People like it that way And the songs with the dirty words Make sure your record them that way Andy liked to stir up trouble He was funny that way He said, "It's just work" Andy sat down to talk one day He said, "Decide what you want" "Do you want to expand your parameters Or play museums like some dilettante" I fired him on the spot He got red and he called me a rat It was the worst word that he could think of I'd never seen him like that It was work, I thought he said it's just work |

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Andy said a lot of things I stored them all away in my head Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do I think what would Andy have said He'd probably say, "You think too much That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do" It's work, the most important thing is work It's work, the most important thing is work

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The trouble with a classicist, he looks at a tree That's all he sees, he paints a tree The trouble with a classicist, he looks at the sky He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log He doesn't know who he is, standing, staring at this log And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic

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The trouble with impressionists That's the trouble with impressionists That's the trouble with impressionists That's the trouble with impressionists The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs, but they're thinking like a truck That's the trouble with personalities That's the trouble with personalities That's the trouble with personalities That's the trouble with personalities |

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I like the druggy downtown kids who spray-paint walls and trains I like their lack of training, their primitive technique I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool That's the trouble with classicists That's the trouble with classicists That's the trouble with classicists That's the trouble with classicists |

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Starlight open wide, starlight open up you door This is New York calling, with movies from the street Movies with real people, what you get is what you see Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille

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Come on LA, give us a call

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We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all

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Starlight open wide, everybody is a star Split-screen eight hour movies, we've got color, we've got sound Won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate Andy loves old Hollywood movies, he'll scare you hypocrites to death You know that shooting up's for real That person who's screaming, that's the way he really feels We're all improvising five movies in a week If Hollywood doesn't call us, we'll be sick Starlight open wide, do to movies what you did to art Can you see beauty in ugliness, or is it playing in the dirt There are stars out on the New York streets, we wanna capture them on film But if no one wants to see 'em, we'll make another and another Starlight let us in that magic room We've all dreamt of Hollywood, it can't happen too soon Won't you give us a million dollars the rent's due Andy will give you two movies and a painting, starlight open wide! |

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Faces and names, I wish they were the same

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Faces and names only cause trouble for me

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Faces and names If we all looked the same and we all had the same name I wouldn't be jealous of you or you jealous of me Faces and names

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I always fall in love with someone who looks

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The way I wish that I could be

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I'm always staring at someone who hurts

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And the one they hurt is me Faces and names, to me they're all the same If I looked like you and you looked like me There'd be less trouble, you'd see Faces and names, I wish they'd go away I'd disappear into that wall and never talk Talk not talk I wish I was a robot or a machine Without a feeling or a thought People who want to meet the name I have Are always disappointed in me

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Faces and names, I wish they were the same Faces and names only cause problems for me Faces and names I'd rather be a hole in the wall, looking on the other side I'd rather look and listen, listen not talk To faces and names If I had a breakdown when I was a kid If I lost my hair when I was young If you dress older when you are not As you really age, you look the same If we all looked the same, we wouldn't play these games Me dressing for you, you dressing for me Undressing for me Faces and names, if they all were the same You wouldn't be jealous of me, or me jealous of you

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Me jealous of you, you jealous of you Your face and your name Your face and your name Faces and names Faces and names

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I think images are worth repeating Images repeated from a painting Images taken from a painting From a photo worth re-seeing

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I love images worth repeating Project them upon the ceiling Multiply them with silk screening See them with a different feeling

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Images, those images Images, those images Some say images have no feeling I think there's a deeper meaning Mechanical precision or so it's seeming Instigates a cooler feeling I love multiplicity of screenings Things born anew display new meanings I think images are worth repeating And repeating and repeating Images, oh images Those images, images I'm no urban idiot savant Spewing paint without any order I'm no sphinx, no mystery enigma What I paint is very ordinary I don't think I'm old or modern I don't think I think I'm thinking It doesn't matter what I am thinking It's images are worth repeating And repeating, those images Images If you're looking for a deeper meaning I'm as deep as this high ceiling If you think technique is meaning You might find me very simple You might think the images are boring Cars and cans and chairs and flowers And you might find me personally boring Hammer, sickle, Mao Tse Tong Mao Tse Tong Those images, those images Images I think that it bears repeating The images upon the ceiling I love images worth repeating And repeating and repeating Images, images Those images, those images

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Friends have said to lock the door

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And have an open house no more

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They said the Factory must change

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And slowly slip away But if I have to live in fear Where will I get my ideas With all those crazy people gone Will I slowly slip away

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Still there's no more Billy Name

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Ondine is not the same

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Slowly slip away Slowly slip away |

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| If I close the Factory door And don't see those people anymore If I give in to infamy I'll slowly slip away I know it seems that friends are right Hello daylight, goodbye night But starlight is so quiet here Think I'll slowly slip away What can I do by myself It's good to here from someone else It's good to hear a crazy voice Will not slip away Will not slip away

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If I have to live in fear my ideas will slowly slip away If I have to live in fear I'm afraid my life will slip away If you can't see me past my door, why, your thoughts could slowly slip away If I have to lock the door, another life exists no more, slip away

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They said the Factory must change But I don't

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It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that

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You wanted to work, I gave you a chance at that

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It wasn't me who hurt you, that's more credit than I'm worth

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Don't threaten me with the things you do to you It wasn't me who shamed you, it wasn't me who brought you down You did it to yourself without any help from me It wasn't me who hurt you, I showed you possibilities The problems you had were there before you met me

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I didn't say this had to be

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You can't blame these things on me

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It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me

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I know she's dead, it wasn't me It wasn't me who changed you, you did it to yourself I'm not an excuse for the hole that you dropped in I'm not simple-minded, but I'm no father to you all Death exists but you do things to yourself I never said give up control I never said stick a needle in your arm and die It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me I know he's dead, but it wasn't me |

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Valerie Solanis took the elevator, got off at the 4th floor Valerie Solanis took the elevator, got off at the 4th floor She pointed the gun at Andy saying you cannot control me anymore

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I believe there's got to be some retribution

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I believe an eye for an eye is elemental

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Valerie Solanis took three steps, pointing at the floor Valerie Solanis waved her gun, pointing at the floor From inside her idiot madness spoke and bang, Andy fell onto the floor I believe life's serious enough for retribution I believe being sick is no excuse And I believe I would've pulled the switch on her myself When they got him to the hospital his pulse was gone, they thought that he was dead His guts were pouring from his wounds onto the floor, they thought that he was dead Not until years later would the hospital do to him what she could not, what she could not "Where were you? You didn't come to see me" Andy said, "I think I died, why didn't you come to see me?" Andy said "It hurt so much, they took blood from my hand" |

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I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe there's got to be some restitution I believe we are all the poorer for it now

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I really care a lot, although I look like I do not

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Since I was shot, there's nobody but you

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I know I look blase, party Andy's what the papers say

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At dinner I'm the one who pays for a nobody like you Nobody but you A nobody like you Since I got shot There's nobody but you Won't you decorate my house? I'll sit there quiet as a mouse You know me I like to look a lot at nobody but you I'll hold your hand and slap my face, I'll tickle you to your disgrace Won't you put me in my proper place, a nobody like you? Sundays I pray a lot, I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock I want to be what I am not, for a nobody like you The bullet split my spleen and lung, the doctors said I was gone Inside I've got some shattered bone, for nobody but you Nobody but you A nobody like you Shattered bone For nobody but you I'm still not sure I didn't die and if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside I know I'll never be a bride to nobody like you I wish I had a stronger chin, my skin was good, my nose was thin This is no movie I'd ask to be in with a nobody like you Nobody like you A nobody like you

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It was a very cold clear fall night I had a terrible dream Billy Name and Brigid were playing Under my staircase on the second 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 remember What happened to Sam the Bad Cat That was left at home and got sick and went to pussy heaven It was a very cold clear fall night Some snowflakes 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 too 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 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 trouble lately in the neighborhood And someone's got to bring home the bacon And anyway, there were Brigid and Billy playing And under the staircase 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 But they'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell But I'll 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 these 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 glad 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 what I mean he's so normal off of drugs I just don't get it And then I saw John Cale 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 they thought I was old and then I saw the old DOM The old club where we did our first shows It was so great I don't understand about that Velvet's first album I mean I did the cover, I was the producer And I always see it repackaged 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 anybody anything I've leaned that I tried 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 so 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 push-ups And four sets of ten sit-ups 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 'Cause they'd run 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 just be funny if I died in this dream Before I could make another one up And nobody called And nobody came

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Train entering the city I lost myself and never came back Took a trip 'round the world and never came back Black silhouettes, criss-crossed tracks, never came back

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You might think I'm frivolous, uncaring and cold You might think I'm empty, depends on your point of view Society Andy who paints and records them The high and the low, never turn back Forever changed Forever changed Forever changed Forever changed Got to get to the city, get a job Got to get some work to see me through My old life's behind, I see it receding My life's disappearing, disappearing from view Hong Kong and I was changed Burma, Thailand and I was changed A few good friends to see me through Henry and Brigid to see me through Only art to see me through Only heart to see me through My old life's disappearing, disappearing from view Forever changed Forever changed I was forever changed

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I really miss you, I really miss your mind

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I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint

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But when I saw you last, I turned away When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room You asked me for some speed, I thought it was for you I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart Things always seem to end before they start Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Hello it's me "Pop goes pop artist," the headline said "Is shooting a put on, is Warhol really dead?" You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar They really hated you, now all that's changed But I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt, I didn't laugh Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph Oh well now Andy, I guess we've got to go I wish someway, somehow you like this little show I know this is late in coming but it's the only way I know Hello it's me |

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Velvet Underground : Songs For Drella

Smalltown

Open House

Style It Takes

Work

Trouble With Classicists

Starlight

Faces And Names

Images

Slip Away (A Warning)

It Wasn't Me

I Believe

Nobody But You

A Dream

Forever Changed

Hello It's Me