Words and music: lou reed & john cale It was a very cold clear fall night I had a terrible dream Billy name and brigid were playing under my stair case
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will
She's back from Amsterdam And I think the journey did her well Her face has lost it's touch The tell tale signs of loneliness inside But I love her still
Dark woman in the water drowning Sinking in a funny way Black footing full of faces floating Mimicking our final days The ocean will have us all The
Andalucia when can I see you When it is snowing out again Farmer john wants you Louder and softer closer and dearer Then again Needing you taking you
Everybody melting but the heat just won't affect ya Backlot casanovas and black russian defectors Are here to take your picture away I know you don't
Sushi for shabu. you keep calling me. you keep calling me. Angel of death. I have thought I heard you singing. angel of death. I have held The flutter
Welcome to the cafe shabu. permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in cafe shabu
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the day The cattle roamed outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday
She said no, she meant maybe She said she wasn't that type of girl When she'd done wrong, she'd never admit it And I had empty pockets to prove it She
When the winter days are gone Never find any summer breezes Until you've gone through spring Another way out of here Another way out of here Another
The manager is waiting to be paid Along with priests and deacons of his court A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line Has found a last cent
The paranoid great movie queen Sits idly fully armed The powder and mascara there A warning light for charm We see her every movie night The strong against
She was a princess Much lower than people thought A master of nothing A mistress of something she thought She could talk about things that never mattered
Everybody's praying for the rains to come And the snow is gonna fall, down on me Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand And the locust gonna come
Cleo, cleo, won't you come around and play girl Cleo, cleo, won't you come around and stay girl You can find the lines to say, if you try Someone else
Words: lou reed & john cale Coyote goes to the top of the hill Doin' the things the coyote's will Staring at the sky, at the moon You know he starts
Woke up early this morning Something wrong inside my head Took a look around for breakfast First thing I see is you're not there Oh, where were you,
