The Raven Album

Artist(s): Lou Reed

Cover Art

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Tracklist

Overture

length: 1:06
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
trumpet: Steven Bernstein
bass: Fernando Saunders
guitar: Mike Rathke
keyboard: Friedrich Paravicini
tenor saxophone: Doug Wieselman and Paul Shapiro
horn arranger: Steven Bernstein
hurdy gurdy: Frank Wulff

Instrumental

Edgar Allan Poe

length: 3:21
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
membranophone: Tony Smith
trumpet: Steven Bernstein
bass: Fernando Saunders
guitar: Mike Rathke
keyboard: Friedrich Paravicini
tenor saxophone: Doug Wieselman and Paul Shapiro
horn arranger: Steven Bernstein
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you tales of horror
then he'll play with your mind
if you haven't heard of him
you must be deaf or blind

These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

He'll tell you about Usher
whose house burned in his mind
his love for his dear sister
her death would drive him wild
The murder of a stranger
the murder of a friend
the callings from the pits of hell
that never seem to end

These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

The diabolic image of the city and the sea
the chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me
Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore
you won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door

Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here
a mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here
Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage
leave your expectations home
And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe

We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door
flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium
No ballast, no bombast
the unvarnished truth we've got
mind swoons guilty
cooking ravings in a pot

Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

Tell-tale heart a rotting cask
a valley of unrest
a conqueror worm devouring souls
keep the best for last
Rings for Annie Lee
as Poe's buried alive
regretting his beloved's death in
all her many guises-a

Call on Me

length: 2:08
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
vocal: Laurie Anderson
violin: Marti Sweet and Antoine Silverman
bass: Fernando Saunders
background vocals: Kate & Anna McGarrigle
guitar: Mike Rathke
cello: Friedrich Paravicini and Jane Scarpantoni
strings arranger: Jane Scarpantoni
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings
stand I

Oh oh oh oh

Reliving the past of the maddening impulse
violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct
The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring
stand I

Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

[Rowena:]

A wild being from birth
my spirit spurns control
wondering the wide earth
searching for my soul
Dimly peering
I would surely find
what could there be more purely bright
in truth's day-star

Ooohhh
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call, call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

The Valley of Unrest

length: 2:27
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
vocal: Elizabeth Ashley
[Spoken Track]

[Rowena:]

Far away far away
Are not all lovely things far away
As far at least lies that valley
as the bedridden sun in the luminous east
The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river
Are not all things lovely far away
Are not all things lovely far away

It is a valley where time is not interrupted
Where its history shall not be interpreted
Stories of satan's dart of angel wings
Unhappy things
Within the valley of unrest

The sun ray dripped all red
The dell was silent
All the people having gone to war
Leaving no interrogator to mind
the willful looting the pale past knowledge
The sly mysterious stars
The unguarded flowers leaning
The tulips overhead paler
The terror stricken sky
Rolling like a waterfall
over the horizon's fiery wall
A visage full of meaning

How the unhappy shall confess
As Roderick watches like a human eye
While violets and lilies wave
Like banners in the sky
Hovering over and above a grave
As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew
Coming down in gems
There's no use to pretend
Though gorgeous clouds fly
Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever
Far away far away

Roderick, whatever thy image may be
Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee
Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep
Oh tortured day
The strains still arrive
I hear the bells
I have kept my vigilance
Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower
Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating
To not hear the beating heart
But only tears of perfect moan
Only tears of perfect moan

A Thousand Departed Friends

length: 4:59
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
trumpet: Steven Bernstein
bass: Fernando Saunders
guitar: Mike Rathke
baritone saxophone: Paul Shapiro and Doug Wieselman
Instrumental

Change

length: 2:19
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
trumpet: Steven Bernstein
bass: Fernando Saunders
background vocals: Anohni
guitar: Mike Rathke
cello: Jane Scarpantoni
tenor saxophone: Doug Wieselman and Paul Shapiro
baritone saxophone: Doug Wieselman
horn arranger: Steven Bernstein
The only thing constantly changing is change
and change is always for the worse
The worm on the hook always eaten by a fish
the fish by bird man or worse
A spot on the lung, a spot on your heart
an aneurism of the soul
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it comes equipped with a curse

The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse

The only thing constantly changing is change
the living only become dead
Your hair falling out, your liver swelled up
your teeth rot your gums and your chin
Your ass starts to sag, your balls shrivel up
your cock swallowed up in their sack
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always change on your back

The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse, baby

The only thing constantly changing is change
ashes to ashes to dusk
The deer and the rabbit, the musk of your hole
filled up with myriad dread, ooohhh
The dread of the living, the dread of the living
the frightening pulse of the night, ah
The only thing constantly changing is change
it's changes that will kill us with fright

The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
the only thing constantly changing is change
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it comes equipped with my curse

The Bed

length: 3:33
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
bass: Fernando Saunders
background vocals: Anohni
guitar: Mike Rathke
composer: Lou Reed
This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night
And this is the place our children were conceived
Candles lit the room brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

This is the place where we used to live
I paid for it with love and blood
And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff

And this is the room where she took the razor
And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

I never would have started if I’d known
That it’s end this way
But funny thing, I’m not at all sad
That it stopped this way

This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night
And this is the place our children were conceived
Candles lit the room brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

Perfect Day

length: 3:28
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
guest lead vocals: Anohni
vocal: Anohni
keyboard: Friedrich Paravicini
composer: Lou Reed
lyricist: Lou Reed
Just a perfect day
Drink Sangria in the park
And then later
When it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later
A movie, too, and then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun

Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was
Someone else, someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow

The Raven

length: 6:31
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
vocal: Willem Dafoe
guest: Willem Dafoe
keyboard: Friedrich Paravicini
oboe: Frank Wulff
cello: Friedrich Paravicini
[Spoken Track]

[Poe:]

Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore
while I nodded, nearly napping
suddenly there came a tapping
as of some one gently rapping
rapping at my chamber door
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered
"tapping at my chamber door
only this and nothing more."

Muttering I got up weakly
always I've had trouble sleeping
stumbling upright my mind racing
furtive thoughts flowing once more
I, there hoping for some sunrise
happiness would be a surprise
loneliness no longer a prize
rapping at my chamber door
seeking out the clever bore
lost in dreams forever more
only this and nothing more

Hovering my pulse was racing
stale tobacco my lips tasting
scotch sitting upon my basin
remnants of the night before
came again
infernal tapping on the door
in my mind jabbing
is it in or outside rapping
calling out to me once more
the fit and fury of Lenore
nameless here forever more

And the silken sad uncertain
rustling of the purple curtain
thrilled me, filled me
with fantastic terrors never felt before
so that now, oh wind, stood breathing
hoping yet to calm my breathing
"'Tis some visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
some lost visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
this it is, and nothing more."

Deep into the darkness peering
long I stood there
wondering fearing
doubting dreaming fantasies
no mortal dared to dream before
but the silence was unbroken
and the stillness gave no token
and the only word there spoken
was the whispered name, "Lenore."
this I thought
and out loud whispered from my lips
the foul name festered
echoing itself
merely this, and nothing more

Back into my chamber turning
every nerve within me burning
when once again I heard a tapping
somewhat louder than before
"surely," said I
surely that is something at my iron staircase
open the door to see what threat is
open the window, free the shutters
let us this mystery explore
oh, bursting heart be still this once
and let this mystery explore
it is the wind and nothing more

Just one epithet I muttered as inside
I gagged and shuddered
when with manly flirt and flutter
in there flew a stately raven
sleek and ravenous as any foe
not the least obeisance made he
not a minutes gesture towards me
of recognition or politeness
but perched above my chamber door
this fowl and salivating visage
insinuating with its knowledge
perched above my chamber door
silent sat and staring
nothing more

Askance, askew
the self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear
at this savage viscous countenance it wears
Though you show here shorn and shaven
and I admit myself forlorn and craven
ghastly grim and ancient raven
wandering from the opiate shores
tell me what thy lordly name is
that you are not nightmare sewage
some dire powder drink or inhalation
framed from flames of downtown lore
quotes the raven, "nevermore."

And the raven sitting lonely
staring sickly at my male sex only
that one word
as if his soul in that one word
he did outpour, "pathetic."
nothing farther than he uttered
not a feather then he fluttered
till finally was I that muttered as I stared
dully at the floor
"other friends have flown and left me
flown as each and every hope has flown before
as you no doubt will fore the morrow."
but the bird said, "never, more."

Then I felt the air grow denser
perfumed from some unseen incense
as though accepting angelic intrusion
when in fact I felt collusion
before the guise of false memories respite
respite through the haze of cocaine's glory
I smoke and smoke the blue vial's glory
to forget
at once
the base Lenore
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

"Prophet," said I, "thing of evil
prophet still, if bird or devil
by that heaven that bend above us
by that God we both ignore
tell this soul with sorrow laden
willful and destructive intent
how had lapsed a pure heart lady
to the greediest of needs
sweaty arrogant dickless liar
who ascribed to nothing higher
than a jab from prick to needle
straight to betrayal and disgrace
the conscience showing not a trace."
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting
bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting
"get thee back into the tempest
into the smoke filled bottle's shore
leave no black plume as a token
of the slime thy soul hath spoken
leave my loneliness unbroken
quit as those have quit before
take the talon from my heart
and see that I can care no more
whatever mattered came before
I vanish with the dead Lenore."
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

But the raven, never flitting
still is sitting silent sitting
above a painting silent painting
of the forever silenced whore
and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon's that is dreaming
and the lamplight over him
streaming throws his shadow to the floor
I love she who hates me more
I love she who hates me more
and my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow
nevermoor

Balloon

length: 1:02
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
vocal: Kate & Anna McGarrigle
squeeze me and bend me it's never enough
Put your lips around me, blow me up
but if you prick me I will pop

I'm a little balloon full and firm
here is my aft and here is my stern
Here's my lips and here's my hose
put me down or I will burst

If you prick me I will burst


Broadway Song

length: 3:13
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
piano: Friedrich Paravicini
vocal: Steve Buscemi
trumpet: Steven Bernstein
bass: Fernando Saunders
alto saxophone: Paul Shapiro
guitar: Mike Rathke
guest: Steve Buscemi
tenor saxophone: Paul Shapiro
trombone: Art Baron
strings arranger: Jane Scarpantoni
baritone saxophone: Doug Wieselman
horn arranger: Steven Bernstein
Like to thank all you people for showing up tonight
Sorry about the weather
Let's have a big hand for my long time accompianist
Manfred Gooseberry
Hey Goose
Take a bow, relax
Be comfortable
Have a cocktail on the Poo Poo Lounge
And let us entertain you

I'd like to sing you a Broadway song
I hope that you'll all sing along
A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease

I'd like to play you something low and sexy
look at our dancers they're so young and pretty, hi Olga
And when we start to groove you can hear the saxophones blow

Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing
All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you

And let the saxophones blow
blow baby blow

I'd like to sing you a Broadway song
I hope that you'll all sing along
A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease

I wanna bring a tear to your eye, oh
good old Poe don't he make you cry
Ain't it great the way he writes about the mysteries of life

Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing
All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you

And let the saxophones blow
Blow baby blow

Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing
All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you

And let the saxophones blow
blow baby blow baby blow baby blow

Go Goose go

Blind Rage

length: 3:26
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
bass: Fernando Saunders
background vocals: Anohni
guitar: Mike Rathke
Who's that peeping through my door
sneaking up and down the hall
I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it anymore

Who's that peeping through my door
sneaking up and down the hall
I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it anymore

Blind rage
I'm in a blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage
Blind rage

Who's that creeping in my room
blocking out the stars and moon
I fear you will attack me soon
who goes there

Who's that creeping in my room
blocking out the stars and moon
I fear you will attack me soon
who goes there

Blind rage
blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage
I'm in a blind rage

Blind rage
you're making me scared
blind rage
make me scared
Blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage
Blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage

Burning Embers

length: 3:23
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
trumpet: Steven Bernstein
violin: Antoine Silverman
bass: Fernando Saunders
background vocals: Anohni
guitar: Mike Rathke
cello: Jane Scarpantoni
Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart

Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell
soar to heaven dive to hell
Listen to your tell-tale heart

Setting fires in the ghost twilight
we see you dress we bolt with fright
You see an apparition disappear

Jump to the table, jump up the stairs
stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart

Lenore, am I dreaming

How can death keep us apart, mmmm..
Lenore, I see you burning

And I'd walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Heart
heart
Heart
heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Vanishing Act

length: 5:24
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
piano: Friedrich Paravicini
strings arranger: Jane Scarpantoni
It must be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act
to always be looking forward
and never looking back

How nice it is to disappear
float into a mist
with a young lady on your arm
looking for a kiss

It might be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act
to always be looking forward
never look over your back

It must be nice to disappear
float into a mist
with a young lady on your arm
looking for a kiss

It must be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act
to always be moving forward
and never looking back

How nice it is to disappear
float into a mist
with a young lady on your arm
looking for a kiss

Looking for a kiss
float into a mist

Guilty

length: 4:55
alto saxophone: Ornette Coleman
Guilty, guilty
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
It runs through me like a rain through silk
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
My teeth are rotted
my lips start to foam
Cause I'm so guilty
Guilty, guilty
Ooohhh guilty
What did I say
What did I say
What did I do
Did I ever do it to you
Don't turn your back, ah
I can't look you in the eye, ah
Eye eye eye eye
I guess I'm guilty as charged
I guess I'm guilty as charged
Guilty, huh, guilty ah, guilty ah, guilty
Guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty
Don't do that
Don't do that
Don't do what

Oh you're such a child
real fool child
Guilty
What can I do
I do it to you
but I do it to me too

Cut off my head
Cut off my head
Cut off my head, ah
Hang me from the yardarm
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
I've got bad thoughts
I've got an evil clit

Guilty

Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
I've got a bad mind
I've got a bad bone
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Guilty
Don't do that
Don't do what
Don't do that
Oh you're such a reckless child
You remember when you were a baby
Do you remember when you were a baby
Do you have a jury, yeah
Do you have a verdict
Guilty as charged
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Do you have a verdict
Do you have a verdict
I'm guilty
You're guilty
Oh you're such a reckless child
I should beat you
I should hit you
I'll put you in therapy, ah

I Wanna Know (The Pit and the Pendulum)

length: 6:59
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
membranophone: Tony Smith
vocal: The Blind Boys of Alabama
bass: Fernando Saunders
guitar: Mike Rathke
Hammond organ: Friedrich Paravicini
horn arranger: Steven Bernstein
Under the intense scrutiny of Ligeia's eyes
I have felt the full knowledge
And force of their expression
And yet been unable to possess it
And have felt it leave me
As so many other things have left
The letter half-read
The bottle half-drunk
Finding
Finding in the commonest objects of the universe
A circle of analogies
Of metaphors
Ooohhh
For that expression
Which has been willfully
withheld from me
The access to the inner soul denied

I wanna know, ooohhh
I wanna know
I wanna know, oh
I wanna know

In consideration
In consideration of the faculties and impulses
Of the human soul
Of the human soul
In consideration
Of our arrogance
Of our arrogance
Our radical, primitive irreducible arrogance of reason
We have all overlooked the propensity
We saw no need for it
The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness
Perverseness
Through its promptings we act without
Comprehensible object
We act for the reason we should not
We act for the reason we should not
For certain minds this is absolutely irre-, irre-
irresistible
irresistible
The conviction of the wrong
Or impolicy of an action
Is often the unconquerable force
The unconquerable force
It is a primitive impulse
It is a primitive impulse
Primitive impulse
The overwhelming tendency
The overwhelming tendency to do
Wrong for the wrong's sake
To do wrong for the wrong's sake
We persist in acts
Because we feel that we
should not persist in them
Because we feel we, feel we
should not persist, per-, persist in them, ah
Ooohhh

So I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know

I wanna, I wanna know
I wanna, I
Ooohhh, we persist in action
We persist in action
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Ooohhh
Wrong, wrong
Oh we persist in action
Ah yeah yeah
When you know that it's wrong

Science of the Mind

length: 1:37
producer: Hal Willner and Lou Reed
piano: Friedrich Paravicini
background vocals: Anohni
In the science of the mind
there is no forgiving
Paralyzed I lay here sleeping
quiet as a little child

Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding
moving quiet as a little lamb
In the science of the mind
limbs are bound devoid of movement

The injuries we do in kind
are visited upon us often
In the science of the mind
trying hard to move a shadow

Don't bury me I'm still alive
the science of the mind unyielding
The science of the mind unyielding
the science of the mind unyielding

Hop Frog

length: 1:47
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
membranophone: Tony Smith
vocal: David Bowie
bass: Fernando Saunders
guitar: Mike Rathke
keyboard: Friedrich Paravicini
Well they call me a juicy hop-frog
you can see me in any wood bog
don't you know that they call me the hop-frog
hopping frog

I'm a hop-frog
a hop-frog
they call me the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog

They call me the hop-frog
see me in any wood bog
don't you know that call me a hop-frog
hop-frog

They call me the hop-frog
see me in a wood bog
they're calling me a hop-frog
hop-frog

You can see me in a ballroom
you can see me in a bedroom
you can see me in the woods
hop, hop-frog

They call me the hop-frog
they call you the hop-frog
well they call you the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog

Frog

Tripitena's Speech

length: 2:20
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
vocal: Amanda Plummer

[Tripitena:]

My love
The king by any other name a pissoir
You, my love tower over them all
they are but vermin beneath your heels
They are monkeys
Suit them, frame them to your own vision
but do not let one false word
of mockery seep through to your vast heart
I have seen you from close and afar and your worth
far exceeds your height, your width
the depth of your sorrow
Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love
our linked fortunes
our hearts melded together
into one fine golden braided finery
They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves
with the sordid Miseries of their businesses
They are not the things of angels
nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to
Your loathsome vomitous
businessman king is of the lowest order
his advisors
crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice
My love
dress them in the suits of mockery
and in their advanced state of stupidity
and senility
burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost
which they so much deserve
If justice on this earth be fleeting
let us for once hear the weeping
and the braying of the businessman king
Let them be the the orangutans they are
and set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see
hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains
and petticoats which you will have them wear
under the guise of costumic buffoonery
He who underestimates
in time is bound to find the truth sublime
and hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder
Businessmen
you're not worth shitting on


Who Am I (Tripitena's Song)

length: 4:32
producer: Lou Reed, Ric Wake and Hal Willner
guitar: Russ DeSalvo
keyboard: Russ DeSalvo
strings arranger: Rob Mathes
cor anglais: Shelly Woodworth
membranophone programming: Patrick Carroll
bass programming: Patrick Carroll
Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold
I hold a mirror to my face
There are some lines that I could trace
To memories of loving you
A passion that breaks reason in two
I, I, I have to think and, I have to think and stop me now
If reminisces make you frown
One thinks of what one hoped to be
And then faces reality
I wonder who started all this
Was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
And God less love sent us away?
Sometimes I wonder who am I
Who made the trees,who made the sky
Who made the storms, who made heartbreak?
I wonder how much life I can take
I see at last a future self
Were you alive I'd ask your help
But thinking puts me in a daze
And thinking never helped me anyway
You always were so negative
You never saw the positive
You always stand upon the edge
And dream of what it must be to be dead
I know I like to dream a lot
And think of other worlds that are not
I hate that I need air to breathe
I'd like to leave this body - and be free
You'd like to float like a mystic child
You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow
You'd love to solve the mystery of live
By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart
You'd like to see it beat
You'd like to hold your eyes
And though you know I'm dead
You'd like to hold my thighs
If it's wrong to think on this
To hold the dead past, to hold the dead past in your fist
Why were we, why were we given memories?
Let's lose our minds
Be set free!
Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold
I wonder
I wonder who started all this - ooh
Was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
And God less love sent us away
To someone who later betrayed
God less love sent us away
To someone who later betrayed
God less love sent us away

Guardian Angel

length: 6:52
producer: Lou Reed and Hal Willner
membranophone: Tony Smith
bass: Fernando Saunders
background vocals: Kate & Anna McGarrigle, Fernando Saunders, Tony Smith and Anohni
guitar: Mike Rathke
flugelhorn: Steven Bernstein
I have a guardian angel
keep him in my head
When I'm afraid and alone
I call him to my bed
I have a guardian angel
who keeps bad things from me
The only way to ruin it would be for me
not to trust me
The only way to ruin it would be for me
not to trust me

I have a guardian angel
who's often saved my life
Through malevolent storms and crystal drums
the angel on my right
Has lifted me up and set me down
always showing me what's right
And if my instinct proved me wrong
the angel set it right
And if my instinct proved me wrong
the angel set it right

Have a guardian angel
I keep him in my head
And when I'm having nightmares
he shows me dreams instead
I have a ring, I have a dress
I have an empty shell
By the books below tea cups
I've kept a kind of hell
By the books below tea cups
I've kept a kind of hell

Panic and anxiety
so often in my head
But I had a guardian angel
who took care of me instead
The champagne cork the nightlight owl
a raven and a duck
The seed of pining parents
and your despairing love
The seed of pining parents
and your despairing love

Love and luck both have charmed lives
can change all things about
I had a guardian angel
that's what this is all about
I have a guardian angel
I keep him in my head
When I'm alone and become afraid
he saved my life instead
When I'm alone and become afraid
he saved my life instead

Guardian angel
guardian angel
Guardian angel
guardian angel
Guardian angel