独乐乐——Nico

Do or die! 1982

Janitor of Lunacy

Janitor of lunacy
Paralyze my infancy
Petrify the empty cradle
Bring hope to them and me

Janitor of tyranny
Testify my vanity
Mortalize my memory
Deceive the Devil's deed

Tolerate my jealousy
Recognize the desperate need

Janitor of lunacy
Identify my destiny
Revive the living dream
Forgive their begging scream

Seal the giving of their seed
Disease the breathing grief

Thank you.

All Tomorrow's Parties

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 what shall she do and where will she go
When midnight comes around ?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties ?
White silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties.
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around ?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties ?
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks — a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties.

Sãeta

At a crossing of the line
Everything they need is mine
Everything is a big vision
A decision must be signed
A given voice
A given choice
A losing limit centerpoint
A given voice
A given choice
A losing limit centerpoint
I will give them all they need
Everything they know and read
But they must cross the line
The line

A given voice
A given choice
Everything they need is mine
A given voice
A given choice
Everything they need is mine

Vegas

The road that leads you to Vegas
Remains so free
Where men have lost a perfect set
Within so much regret
A turning wheel on every table
Have they told you yet
A formula a winning scheme
more than you can dream

In a case of crime
In a case of death
Would you have to hold
Have to hold your breath ?
The charges of your sentence
An answer to your key
The switching argument
Condemningv
Your damned
To plea

From the black screen of my eyelids
closing in on you
The image showing me that
But it is all so true
A young man with a wild smile
Like Bonaparte
Is looking like a piece of
Like a piece of art

In a case of crime
In a case of death
Would you have to hold
Have to hold your breath ?
The charges of your sentence
An answer to your key
The switching argument
Condemning
Your damned
To plea

No One Is There

This song, er, I wrote, er, for Richard Nixon on a Halloween. I want to dedicate it to Ronald Reagan.

Across from behind my window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene
He is calling and throwing
His arms up in the air
And no one is there

All of them are missing as the game
Comes to a start
No one is there

Some are calling, some are sad
Some are calling him mad
No one is there

Across from behind your window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene
He is calling and throwing
His arms up in the air
And no one is there

All of them are missing as the game
Comes to a start
No one is there

And no sound has them declared
To be missing
To be missing
To be missing

Innocent and Vain

The secrets that I do not know
I cannot understand them
A wanted series printed over
Words are his defences

The battle bracelets do not fit
My favorite gladiator
A fanatic hero piously
Has to be a faker

He is a dangerous creator
A master in his mortal cave
I am a savage violator
A valet innocent and vain

Secret Side

Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand

When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands

Are you not loyal to your pride ?
Are you not on the secret side ?
Is not a crime a gain to you,
Do you not understand ?

Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand

When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands

Are you not loyal to your pride ?
Are you not on the secret side ?
Is not a crime a gain to you,
Do you not understand ?

Procession

Distantly the chains are falling
With an anchor pulling here
The moments that are rolling
Are rolling in my ear
And we are sitting
Nowhere here

When you go you will be driven
Must be given to the price
With a number counting two
You wear colors that are blue
Or dare
Take his advice

Do you know a game to witness
That is bound to hit you lame
As a man of power
Can you dare
Can you dare to be insane ?
Can you
Dare to be insane ?

Heroes

I
I will be King
And you
You will be Queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
Just for one day

You
You can be mean
And I
I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers
And that is a fact
Yes, we're lovers
And that is that

Though nothing
Will keep us together
We could steal time
Just for one day
We can be heroes
For ever and ever
What d'you say ?

I
I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
the dolphins can swim
Though nothing
Nothing will keep us together
We can beat them
Forever and ever
Oh, we can be heroes
Just for one day

I
I will be King
And you
You will be Queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day

I
I can remember
Standing by the Wall
The guns shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame was on the other side
We can beat them
Forever and ever
We can be heroes
Just for one day

We can be heroes
We can be heroes

We can be heroes just for one da

Oh, this is a Lou Reed song.

Femme Fatale

Here she comes,
You'd better watch your step,
She's going to break your heart in two,
It's true.

It's not hard to realize,
Just look into her false colored eyes,
She'll build you up to just put you down,
What a clown.

'Cause everybody knows
  She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
  She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
  She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks.

You're written in her book,
You're number thirty-seven, have a look.
She's going to smile to make you frown,
What a clown.

Little boy, she's from the street.
Before you start you're already beat.
She's going to play you for a fool,
Yes, it's true.

'Cause everybody knows
  She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
  She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
  She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks,
Hear the way she talks.

'Cause everybody knows
  She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
  She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
  She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  She's a femme fatale

It's about a hundred years old that song ...

All Tomorrow's Parties

I want to sing this just in my own. Another Lou Reed song

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties ?
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties.
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around ?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.

I'm Waiting For the Man

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown ?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around ?
Oh pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you've always got to wait
I'm waiting for my man

I'm looking at it, two Brownstones, up three flights of stairs
Looks like nobody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah, then you've got to split because you've got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby, don't you holler, darling don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, and I'm going to work it all out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow, that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Walking home

The End

I want to sing you a Jim Morrison song which was his favorite song.

This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end of our elaborate plans,
The end of everything that stands,
The end, no safety no surprise,
The end, I'll never look into your eyes again.

Can you picture what we'll be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land ?

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane,
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain.

There's danger on the edge of town,
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine,
Ride the highway West, baby.

Ride the snake,
Ride the snake to the lake,
The ancient lake.
The snake is long, seven miles,
Ride the snake.
He's old and his skin is cold.
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where're you taking us ?

The killer awoke before dawn,
He put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall.
He went to the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother.
And then he, he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door and he looked inside.
"Father ?" "Yes, son ?"
"I want to kill you. Mother, I want to ..."

Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus.

This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end, it hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die,
This is the end.

Thank you. Er, Nigel, can I have some beer, please ?