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Andy’s Chest

Considering the, er, “theme” of this blog lately (*cough* PushingOurLimits and HipsterRacist) I would think “Venus in Furs” would be more appropriate, but I always liked this song.


Lou Reed, who took rock ‘n’ roll into dark corners as a songwriter, vocalist and guitarist for the Velvet Underground and as a solo artist, died Sunday, his publicist said. He was 71.

“It is now officially confirmed that Lou Reed did pass away several hours ago,” said Peter Noble.

Noble didn’t disclose details of Reed’s death.

Reed was a rock pioneer who went from record label songwriter to a member of a short-lived, but innovative and influential band.
Rock icon Lou Reed dead at 71

“Lou Reed’s influence is one that there are really only a tiny handful of other figures who you can compare to him,” said Simon Vozick-Levinson, a senior editor at Rolling Stone, which first reported Reed’s death.


If I could be anything in the world that flew
I would be a bat and come swooping after you
And if the last time you were here, things were a bit askew
Well, you know what happens after dark
When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts
And all the missionaries lose their bark
All the trees are calling after you
And all the venom snipers after you
And all the mountains boulder after you

If I could be anything of the things in this world that bite
Instead of being a dentured ocelot on a leash
I’d rather be your kite
And be tied to the end of your string
And flying in the air, babe, at night

Because you know what they say about honey bears
When you shave off all their baby hair
You’ve got a hairy-minded pink bare bear

Lou Reed and Nico in the Studio

And all the bells are rolling out for you
And stones are all erupting out for you
And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you

Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff
Were grooving down the street
And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet
Her belly-button was her mouth
Which meant she tasted what she’d speak
But the funny thing is what happened to her nose
It grew until it reached all of her toes
Now, when people say her feet smell
They mean her nose

And curtains laced with diamonds, dear, for you
And all the Roman Noblemen for you

And kingdom’s Christian soldiers, dear, for you
And melting ice cap mountaintops for you
And knights in flaming silver robes for you
And bats, that with a kiss, turn prince for you

Swoop, swoop
Oh, baby rock, rock

Andy’s ChestLou Reed


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8 comments on “Andy’s Chest

  1. friendlyhipster
    October 27, 2013

    Reblogged this on friendlyhipster.

  2. friendlyhipster
    October 27, 2013

    Saddest song ever recorded:

  3. friendlyhipster
    October 27, 2013
  4. White Innovations
    October 29, 2013

    I wonder what the TFR was for people in Warhol’s Factory scene. 0.4? 0.2? I can’t think of anyone in that group who had a kid, except for Valerie Solanas.

  5. Strange Girls, Inc.
    November 12, 2013

    Oy, thanks for the linking to, but why’d I get “Christian soldiers”? You could’ve at least had the decency to link me at “Swoop, swoop.” ;p


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