The Bells Album

Artist(s): Lou Reed

Cover Art

Lou Reed The Bells Cover Art

Tracklist

Stupid Man

length: 2:33
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
writer: Nils Lofgren, Lou Reed

Stupid man, hitchhiking out of a good life
He says: "Catch you when ..."
And he thinks he's got big, big planes
Gonna build a house upon some land
Oh, Casey, don't it make you crazy
Oh, when you're living all alone by that damp water
Oh, Casey, don't it make you crazy
When you're living all alone by those still waters
Please say hello, please say hello
To my little baby daughter
Oh, Casey, tell her that her father's gonna be coming home
So soon, so soon to see her
Well, I'm shooting down the turnpike
With a driver doing ninety-five or maybe more
Don't you think he's loaded, drunk
Or the many things that lifes are for
Oh, Casey, oh, Casey, don't you know
I'll make you so damn crazy
Living all alone by those waters
But please say hello
But please say hello to my little baby daughter
Please, please, won't you just give her a great, big kiss
And tell her daddy, stupid daddy will be coming home soon
Oh, Casey, oh, Casey don't you know, I make me so damn crazy
When I was living there, all alone by those still waters
But please tell, please tell my baby baby baby daughter
That I'm tied up now,
But I'll be home soon, I'll be the daddy that I oughta
Please say hello, oh Casey, please say hello
From a stupid man
Still my little baby daughter a big, big, big kiss
And tell her that her daddy will be coming home soon
But, Casey, don't you know I make me so damn crazy
When I was living there all alone
But won't you please give my,
Give my baby daughter a great, big, stupid kiss
And tell her that her stupid father will be coming home soon
Stupid man

Disco Mystic

length: 4:30
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
writer: Michael Suchorsky, Michael Fonfara, Marty Fogel, Ellard Boles, Lou Reed
Disco, disco mystic
Disco, disco mystic
Disco, disco mystic

... repeat

I Want to Boogie With You

length: 3:55
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
Hey pretty baby
Don’t you think you might give me a chance
Get it on with me
Go downtown for some love and romance
And I know I ain’t nothing
I ain’t worth but a thin dime
But if you put your heart in my hands
I’m sure that I could change your mind

I wanna boogie with you
Yeah, I wanna boogie with you

There’s something, baby, that your parents
Both agreed
And that is that they both had it
Deep distrust for me
And your best friend frankie
Well I know your best friend frankie, he wants to see me sink
And I don’t much blame him for that
He gets so useless after so few drinks, you know, baby

I wanna boogie with you
I wanna boogie with you

Well I know your little baby sister
She thinks that I’m a flop
But I guess that you know that it’s true
I spent more time at the bottom than the top
Tell your little sister
I know she wants to give me a whirl
But I don’t have the time, baby
To wait till she’s grown up and she’s a woman, not a girl

Don’t you know I wanna boogie with you
Hey, I wanna boogie with you
I wanna boogie with you
I wanna boogie with you, yeah

Boogie with you
Down on the corner
Boogie with you, yeah

With You

length: 2:25
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
writer: Lou Reed, Nils Lofgren
With you, life moves so fast
With you, everything's the last
Slow down
Don't you think you could be less capricious

I've met you, I don't have no death wish
Slow down, slow down
With you, there is no denying
It's you, not my lack of trying

With you, everybody's dying
It's you, it's not me who's crying
Crying, crying, crying, crying
With you, staying home tidy from the streets

With you, every friend is a possible freak
Slow down, slow down
With you, it's a foregone conclusion
With you, empty, it's all a delusion

With you, I can have no illusions
It's you, who has such delusions
Crying, crying, crying, crying
With you, everyone's a sucker

With you, it's got to be your father
Slow down, slow down
With you, life is just a scramble
With you, every day it's a gamble

With you, I can't get my bearings
With you, playing the Virgin Mary
And your crying, crying, crying, crying
Crying, crying

Looking for Love

length: 3:28
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
Hey, hey, hey
Hey now, there's a lovely girl
Can't you feel it on your ...
Hey now there's a lovely girl
That's the kind of girl turns me on
Hey now, there's a lonely boy
And he's good, good looking for love, ha
Hey now, there's a lovely girl
And she's looking for some stud.
She says, hey now, won't you give it to
Won't you give it, give it, give it me, oh
Hey now, there's a lovely girl
Give it, give it, give it to me, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey
Hey now, there's a naked your boys
Want him around the world
Hey now, there's a jet set store
Looking's good with some little pick up girl
Hey now, you should scratch her back
And you look good 'cause you're a boy
Hey, hey now when you rip off my shirt
You see that it ain't water on my chest
Hey, hey now, there's a dancing girl
Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you good bye, ooh, baby, ooh
Hey now, there's a lovely child
Look, look, looking for love

Hey, hey, hey
Give it to us, baby, now, yeah
There goes my chest, groovy on my best, baby, hey, yeah

City Lights

length: 3:23
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
writer: Nils Lofgren, Lou Reed
Don't these city lights light these streets to life
All these crazy nights bring us together
Any rainy day, you can dance your blues away
Don't these city lights bring us together
Charlie Chaplin's cane, well it flicked away the rain
Things weren't quite the same, after he came here
But then when he left, upon our own request
Things weren't quite the same, after he came here
Don't these city lights bring the streets to life
All these crazy nights bring us together
Any rainy day you can dance your blues away
Don't these city lights bring us together
We're supposed to be a land of liberty
And those city lights to blaze forever
But that little tramp, ooh, on that street corner lamp
When he left us, it's humor left for ever
We're supposed to be a land of liberty
And those city lights to blaze forever
But that little tramp, leaning on that street corner lamp
When he left us, it's humor left for ever
Don't these city lights bring the streets to life
All these crazy nights bring us together
Any rainy day you can dance your blues away
Don't these city lights bring us together

All Through the Night

producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
composer: Don Cherry, Lou Reed
lyricist: Don Cherry, Lou Reed
Don’t you feel so lonely when it’s in the afternoon
And you gotta face it
All through the night
Don’t it make you believe
That something’s gonna have to happen soon
Oh baby, all through the night

All through the night
Oh baby, all through the night
All through the night
All through the night

Have you ever played with an all night band
And gone trough it, baby
All through the night
When the daytime descends in a night time of hell
Everybody’s gone to look for a bell to ring
All through the night
And they do it, all through the night
Babe, all through the night
When the words were donw and the poetry comes
And the novel’s written and the book is done
You said, oh lord, lover, baby, give it to me
All through the night
And she says it

My best friend sally, she got sick
And I’m feeling mighty ill myself it happens all the time
And all through the night
I went to saint vincent’s and I’m watching the ceiling
Fall down on her body as she’s lying round on the ground
Said, oh babe, gotta celebrate all through the night
Feel so sad I cried all through the night
I said, oh jesus, all through the night
If the sinners sin and the good man’s gone
And a woman can’t come and help him home
And what you’re gonna do about it
When they go on all through the night
And they sing, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby
All through the night
And he says, give it to me all through the night
It ain’t so much when a man’s gotta cry
Give a little loving and some peace of mind
I said, hey babe, give it to me all through the night

And some people wait for things that never come
And some people dream of things they’ve never been done
They do it, oh baby, all through the night
The city’s funny and the country’s quiet
But I’d wanna know why they don’t have a riot
Why don’t they do it, baby, all through the night
Ooohhh mama, ooohhh mama, tell me ’bout it
All through the night
I want to have it all through the night
If christmas comes only once a year
Why can’t anybody shed just one tear
For things that don’t happen all through the night
Ooohhh mama, all through the night
Oh baby, do it to me all through the night
Easy, easy, baby, why don’t you give it to -
- me all through the night

Families

length: 5:58
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
writer: Lou Reed, Ellard Boles
(how’s the family)
(how’s the family)

Mama, you tell me how’s the family
And papa, tell me how thing’s going by you
And little baby sister, I heard that you got married
And I heard that you had yourself a little baby girl, too
And here’s some uncles and some cousins I know vaguely
And would you believe my old dog chelsea’s here, too
And would you believe nobody in this family
Wanted to keep her
And now that dog’s more of a part of this family
Then I am, too
I don’t come home much anymore
No-no-no I don’t come home much anymore
Mama

And mama, I know how disappointed you are
And papa, I know that you feel the same way, too
And no-no-no-no-no I still haven’t got married
And no-no-no there’s no grandson planned here for you
And by the way, daddy tell me how’s the business
I understand that your stock she’s growing very high
No, daddy, you’re not a poor man anymore
And I hope you’ll realize that before you die
Because I don’t come home much anymore
No-no-no-no-no I don’t come home much no more
But daddy

And please-please-please-please-please
Come on let’s not start this business again
I know how much you resent the life that I have
But one more time, I don’t want the family business
Don’t want to inherit it upon the day that you die
Really, daddy should have given it to my sister
You know elisabeth, you know elisabeth
She has a better head for those things than i
She lives practically around the corner
That’s really the kind of child you could be proud of
But papa, I know that this visit’s a mistake
There’s nothing here we have in common, except our name
And families that live out in the suburbs
Often make each other cry
And I don’t think that I’ll come home much anymore
No-no, I don’t think I’ll come home much again
Mama
Papa
Families
Often make each other cry
No, I don’t think that I’ll come home much anymore
(how’s the families)

The Bells

length: 9:19
producer: Lou Reed
mixer: René Tinner, Manfred Schunke and Lou Reed
engineer: René Tinner
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
And the actresses relate
To the actor who comes home late
After the plays have gone down
And the crowds have scattered around
Though the city lights and the streets
No ticket could be beat
For the beautiful show of shows
Ah, broadway only knows
The great white milky way
It had something to say
When he fell down on his knees
After soaring through the air
With nothing to hold him there
It was really not so cute
To play without a parachute
As he stood upon the ledge
Looking out, he thought he saw a brook

And he hollered, look, there are the bells
And he sang out, here come the bells
Here come the bells, here come the bells
Here come the bells

Here come the bells
Here come the bells
Here come the bells
Here come the bells