Lulu Album

Artist(s): Lou Reed & Metallica

Cover Art

Lou Reed & Metallica Lulu Cover Art

Tracklist

Brandenburg Gate

length: 4:22
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield

I would cut my legs and **** off
When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the moon
It made me dream of Nosferatu
Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldn't it be lovely

Small town girl
Small town girl
Small town girl

I was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate
I was feeling snappy perhaps I'd been napping
As I just ate
A following heart can tear you apart
On a midnight to eight shift
A graveyard romance can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and breathe

Small town girl
Small town girl

Feeling happy when my heart got beating
On a Sunday afternoon
I dreamt of breezes going through the treeses
And stars were still illumed
I have three hearts that I keep apart
Trying to relate
To normal feelings and the nighttime reeling
And some absinthe drunk so late

Small town girl
My small town girl

The cook got drunk and all the whores they shrunk
Onto the size of dessert plates
But me I'm happy cause I got my little nappy
And some opium to set me straight
I'm just a small town girl who wants to give it a whirl
While my looks still hold me straight

Straight up to illusion and fantasy's fusion
Of reality mixed with drink
I'm just a small town girl who's gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg Gate

Small town giving it a whirl
Brandenburg Gate
Small town girl
Small town girl

The View

length: 5:21
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
lyricist: Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Robert Trujillo, Lars Ulrich, Lou Reed
composer: James Hetfield, Robert Trujillo, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, Lou Reed
I am a chorus of the voices
That gather up the magnets
Set before me

I attract you and repel you
A science of the heart
And blood and meaning

The coldness of most beauties
Is a challenge that our youth
Must quickly conquer
There is no time for guilt
Or second guessing, second guessing
Based on feeling

I am the truth, the beauty
That causes you to cross
Your sacred boundaries

I have no morals
Some think me cheap
And someone who despises
The normalcy of heartbreak
The purity of love

But I worship the young
And just formed angel
Who sits upon the pin of lust
Everything else
Bores me
I want to see your suicide
I want to see you give it up

Your life of reason
I want you on the floor
And in a coffin your soul shaking
I want to have you doubting
Every meaning you've amassed
Like a fortune

Oh throw it away

For worship someone
Who actively despises you
For worship someone
Who actively despises you

I am the root
I am the progress
I'm the aggressor
I am the tablet
These ten stories

Worship
Worship

Pain and evil have their place
Sittin' here beside me
I offer them to you as servants
Of the gold that you must give

Pain and evil have their place
Sitting here beside me
And I'll offer them, I offer them to you
As servants of the gold
That you must give to me

I want to see your suicide
I want to see you give it up, give it up
Your your life of reason
I want to see you on the floor

And in a coffin, soul shaking
Soul shaking
I want to have you doubting
Every meaning you've amassed
Like a fortune, like a fortune
Throw it away

For worship of someone
Who actively despises you
Who actively despises you

I am the view
I am the table
I am the view
I am the table
I am all this
I am the root
the progress
the aggressor
I am the table
I am the ten stories
I am the table
I am I am I am I am
I am

Pumping Blood

length: 7:24
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield
Pumping your blood
Pumping blood
Pumping your blood
Pumping blood
Pumping blood
Pumping blood
Pumping blood
Pumping blood

If I pump out blood in the sunshine
Oil on the wheel
That is blasted and busted away
A nail or a little piece of glass
A little piece of glass
A little piece of glass
Swarming like bees over the air
Off the pump off the thing
The blood that I'm pumping away

Off the pump
Off the thing
The blood that I'm pumping away
Off the pump
Off the thing
The blood that I'm pumping away
If I pump blood in the sunshine
And you wear a leather box with azaleas
And I pump more blood
And it seeps through my skin
Will you adore the river
The stream, the trickle
The tributary of my heart
As I pump more blood
And it seeps through my skin
Will you adore the river
The stream, the trickle
The tributary of my heart

If I'm pumping blood
Like a common state worker
If I waggle my *** like a dark prostitute
Would you think less of me
And my coagulating heart
Waggle my *** like a dark prostitute
Coagulating heart
Pumping blood
Come on James!

Would you top me off
Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy
While you yell out, "mercy"
We grow apart
Would you rip and cut me
Use a knife on me

Be shocked at the boldness
The coldness of this little heart
Tied up in leather
Would you take the measure
Of the blood that I pump
In the manic confusion of love

Supreme violation
Supreme violation
"Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you"
"Oh Jack I beseech you"
Supreme violation
Blood in the foyer
The bathroom
The tea room
The kitchen, with her knives splayed
I will swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored man's ****
Blood spurting from me
"Oh Jack, Jack I beseech"
"Jack, I beseech you, I beseech"
In the end it was an ordinary heart
"Oh Jack I beseech you"
As I scream out my pain
In the end it was an ordinary heart
In the end, in the end, in the end
It was an ordinary heart
"Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you"
Supreme violation oh
"Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you"
I call out your name

Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,
The tea room, the kitchen
And knives splayed
I swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored man's ****
Blood spurting from me
Blood spurting from me
"Oh Jack"
"Oh Jack, I beseech ya"
In the end it was an ordinary heart
In the end it was an ordinary heart
Pumping blood

Mistress Dread

length: 6:53
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield
I'm built like you are
I have a dress and a train
Your snake cold lips
Make a harsh straight line
That echoes through my brain

You're perfect
Let me lift a glass high
Let me follow in your footsteps
Let me follow in your sigh
Let me follow in your sigh

I'm a woman who likes men
But this is something else
I've never felt such stirrings
I feel like I
Was someone else

I wish you'd tie me up and beat me
Crush me like a kick
A bleeding strap across my back
Some blood that you could kiss

Oh kiss away, oh kiss away
I wish there was a strap of blood
That you could kiss away
I wish there was a strap of blood
That you could kiss away

Tie me with a scarf and jewels
Put a bloody gag to my teeth
I beg you to degrade me
Is there waste that I could eat

I am a secret lover
I am your little girl
Please spit into my mouth
I'm forever in your swirl

You're heartless and I love that
You have no use of me

But I open the sticks, sticky legs I bear
And then insert a fist, an arm
Some lost appendage
Please open me I beg

You are my Goliath
You are my Goliath
And I am mistress dread

Oh I am mistress dread
Oh I am mistress dread
Open and release me
I love you in my head

Oh kiss away kiss away
Kiss away kiss away

All I ask my baby
Kiss away
All I ask my baby
Kiss away

Iced Honey

length: 4:38
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
lyricist: Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Robert Trujillo, Lars Ulrich, Lou Reed
composer: James Hetfield, Robert Trujillo, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, Lou Reed
You can't put a butterfly in a jar
If the effort's too high no matter who you are
You can't catch the moon, or the sun or the stars
It doesn't matter who you are
Iced honey, iced honey

Now me I've tried a million tricks
To make life cold and make it stick
Not running heat that flames then out
But the proud piece of ice that always floats
Iced honey, iced honey

If I can't trap a butterfly or a bee
If I can't keep my heart where I want it to be
If no matter how much soul and heart
I put to the wood
If a flaming heart is not that good
Iced honey, iced honey

If you can't put a butterfly in a jar
If violence mars your final hour
If you make others feel like jam
Poured on a piece of charbroiled lamb

If it's all mixed up and you cannot shout
And your oxygen starts to run out
If your final gasp has the recipe wrong
And instead of hello you say so long
If your energy starts to leak out
And people wonder what you're all about
A heartbreaker with an unattached heart
The story of love gives them all a start

And me, I've always been this way
Not by choice, just this way
I can't put my honey pot in a jar
Or a heart or a fist of some young boy

If you can't put a butterfly in a jar
No wonder no need to wonder where you are
It might seem like hell, the River Styx
Your affection never sticks

No matter what you say, no matter what you do
A butterfly heart flies right past you
There's nothing to say, nothing to do
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
Iced honey, ah ah ah iced honey
Iced honey, iced honey
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
See if the ice will melt for you
Iced honey, iced honey
Oh iced honey
See if the
See if the ice will melt for you
Iced honey
Iced honey

Cheat on Me

length: 11:26
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Robert Trujillo, Lars Ulrich
Why do you cheat on me
Why do I cheat on thee
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me

I have a passionate heart
It can tear us apart
I have the loves of many men
But I don't love any of them

Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on thee
Why do I cheat on me why
Why do I cheat on me

Why do I cheat on me


You have your feelings
I have mine
I spit upon you and change my mind
I have many hearts to break
And many, many, many more to take

Let the light of stars pour out
Like a candle in a spout
Let the wick recede and break
Let the starlight radiate

Why do you cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on thee
Why do I desecrate me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me

Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I piss my dreams
That's because that's what it is
I have the drive
I got the scope
If I, if I, if I, could I give you a rope

Your love means zero to me
I'm a passionateless wave upon the sea
Passionateless wave upon the sea
Why, why, why
Do you cheat on me
Why, why, why
Why do I cheat on me
Oh why, do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on myself
Well I got nobody else

Why do you cheat on me
Why do I cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat on me
Why do I cheat on myself
Well, well, well I really have nobody else
Why do you cheat
Why do you cheat on me
Why do you cheat
Why do you cheat on me

Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on myself
Well I got nobody else

Why do I cheat on me
Why do you cheat on me
Your love means zero to me
A passionateless wave
Your love means zero to me

Frustration

length: 8:34
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Kent Matcke and Sara Lyn Killion
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
cello: Ulrich Maas
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield

Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
I see you with your portraiture
Does he love you?
Does he love you too?

The brush strokes
Kiss your breasts and toes
I cry icicles in my stein
The heartbeats flutter
With an abnormal rhythm

The pain shoots through my body
A sword between my thighs
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes

You're feeling less whore but you stimulate
The hatred smolders in your eyes
I'd drop to my knees in a second
To salivate in your thighs

But all I do is fall over
I don't have the strength I once had
In you and your prickless lover
And his easel in his eyes

I feel the pain creep up my leg
Blood runs from my nose
I puke my guts out at your feet
You're more man than I
To be dead to have no feeling
To be dry and spermless like a girl
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
Marry me
I want you as my wife

Spermless like a girl
More man than I
More man than I

Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
You're feeling less like a whore but you
Stimulate

All I do is fall over
I don't have the strength I once had
All I do is fall over
I don't have the strength I once had

I want you so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want you as a wife

Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Fru fru frustration, my lexicon of hate

I cry icicles
Heartbeats flutter
Abnormal rhythm
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
I want you as my wife
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl

Lucky in feeling
More man than I
Marry me, marry me, marry me
I want you as a wife
Spermless like a girl
Puking my guts at your feet
More man than I
Fru fru fru frustration
Frustration

Little Dog

length: 8:02
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Kent Matcke and Sara Lyn Killion
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
cello: Ulrich Maas
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield
Little dog who can't get in
Moaning at the bed side
Moaning from each limb

Little dog who can't get in
Can only cry but
Can not swim

Pony legs, little trot
Little dog has to wait a lot

The bigger dog has got his spot
And elbowed him away

Listen to him barking
Listen to him call
Little dog don't have much at all

A puny body and a tiny ****
A little dog can make you sick

If you got the money you can go to the top
The female dog don't care what you got
As long as you can raise that
Little doggie face to a cold hearted *****
You could have a taste

A taste of what the big dog got
A taste of what the big dog got
The little dog with the one hundred dollar spot
Can run his tongue over the hot in trot
Hot in trot
Run his tongue over the hot in trot

Money can do anything
Money can do anything
Money can do anything
Tell me what you want

My small dog, he want what I got

Wants to run his tongue over my hot spot

Pathetic little dog

Pathetic little dog
The little man follows his nose
Counts his fingers and his toes
He still got those
Pathetic little dog
Pathetic little dog
Following his nose
But it needs my money to buy

I'm an up while you're a down
I am an up while you're a down
The spring and the will follow me around
While you sniff your **** in the wind
Sniff your **** in the wind
Money can do anything
Money can do anything
Tell me what it is you want
Just tell me what it is you want
I'm an up while you're a down
The spring and the will follow me around

Tell me what it is you want
Tell me what it is you want

You sniff your **** in the wind
Follow me around

Pathetic little dog
Pathetic little dog
Pathetic little dog

Dragon

length: 11:10
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield
You don't actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You're not really there
Hallucination

I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination

I understand you think you're above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination

Oh you think you're so special
That there's no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We're mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One ****s with
One ****s with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every minuscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy

An idiot's idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we're a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you're able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature
To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshipers

We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body

The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don't even see us
You were never caring

You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You're way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying

I'm clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ‘til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox

I'm doomed, I'm swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?

The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?

You're way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You're way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy

My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying

You're way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It's true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every minuscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
Your heart on your ****in' sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We're meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants
Meant to be dismissible objects one ****s with
Oh, oh, oh you're so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are

The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected

An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
You think I'm a book or a table
You can rest your ****in' feet on
When you're able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring

Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring

Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?

Junior Dad

length: 19:29
producer: Metallica, Hal Willner, Greg Fidelman and Lou Reed
mixer: Greg Fidelman
additional engineer: Jim Monti, Dan Monti, Sara Lyn Killion and Kent Matcke
assistant mixer: Geoff Neal
recording engineer: Greg Fidelman and Mike Gillies
electric upright bass: Rob Wasserman
viola: Jessica Troy
writer: Lou Reed, Lars Ulrich, Robert Trujillo, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield
Would you come to me
If I was half drowning
An arm above the last wave

Would you come to me
Would you pull me up
Would the effort really hurt you
Is it unfair to ask you
To help pull me up

The window broke the silence of the matches
The smoke effortlessly floating

Pull me up
Would you be my lord and savior
Pull me up by my hair
Now would you kiss me, on my lips

Burning fever burning on my forehead
The brain that once was listening now
Shoots out its tiresome message

Won't you pull me up
Scalding, my dead father
Has the motor and he's driving towards
An island of lost souls

Sunny, a monkey then to monkey
I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness
No social redeeming kindness
Or oh, state of grace

Would you pull me up
Would you drop the mental bullet
Would you pull me by the arm up
Would you still kiss my lips
Hiccup, the dream is over
Get the coffee, turn the lights on
Say hello to junior dad
The greatest disappointment
Age withered him and changed him
Into junior dad
Psychic savagery

The greatest disappointment
The greatest disappointment
Age withered him and changed him
Into junior dad