The Velvet Underground & Nico

(Reed) I'll be your mirror Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me

(Reed) There she goes again She's out on the streets again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do You see he

Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortune Speak not of your woes Just steal yourself for holy death Crouching by the door Writhe and sway to music's pain Searing with

Sunday morning, praise the dawning It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all

I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus'

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 go and what shall she be When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And

Venus in Furs Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girlchild in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine fur

I'm waiting for my man Got 26 dollars in my hand Up to lexington 125 Feelin' sick and dirty Huh, I'm waiting for my man Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown Hey white boy, you chasin' my women around Pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind I'm just

The myriad choices of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep Where the black angel did weep Not an old city street in the east Gone to choose And wandering's

Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave I sold my soul, must be saved Gonna take a walk down to Union Square You never know who you're gonna find there You gotta run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you