You've Probably Never Heard Of Us
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
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
Oh, baby rock, rock