Rough for Lou (in 3:2 time) i.m. Lou Reed I
It’s good that you didn’t make us wait, Like you had to, for your man. We awaited our storm in trickled streets. We waited on Sunday morning’s time-dazed stare, Unaware that our Freeport baby was gone – The end of his gig, his very last song.
Stiletto Venus in her pink Leather hair now ministers to you where You paint the Lower East Side again, While we curve blindly backwards, Tattooed to the wheels Of the ‘A’ train on its final bend.
You stood your ground against the heat Trying to bust you, the shrink Morons blowing your bulbs with ECT And the rock n’ roll stations That banned you. White light, dark beat, They failed to piss your mind.
II
Now your electric guitar plays on From screech taut steel fire To the sweet velvet of your voice, Plangent, wrapped in vellum. Some kinds of love Are like that – seamless.
You bloomed suddenly from the Bizarre To the Tai Chi raven that left us. You summed it all up in your chord Tripod – where one was fine, two on the edge, All the…
It’s good that you didn’t make us wait, Like you had to, for your man. We awaited our storm in trickled streets. We waited on Sunday morning’s time-dazed stare, Unaware that our Freeport baby was gone – The end of his gig, his very last song.
Stiletto Venus in her pink Leather hair now ministers to you where You paint the Lower East Side again, While we curve blindly backwards, Tattooed to the wheels Of the ‘A’ train on its final bend.
You stood your ground against the heat Trying to bust you, the shrink Morons blowing your bulbs with ECT And the rock n’ roll stations That banned you. White light, dark beat, They failed to piss your mind.
II
Now your electric guitar plays on From screech taut steel fire To the sweet velvet of your voice, Plangent, wrapped in vellum. Some kinds of love Are like that – seamless.
You bloomed suddenly from the Bizarre To the Tai Chi raven that left us. You summed it all up in your chord Tripod – where one was fine, two on the edge, All the…