What Goes On

Lou Reed



What goes on in your mind?

I think that I am falling down.

What goes on in your mind?

I think that I am upside down.

Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright.

Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright.



I'm going up, and I'm going down.

I'm going  from side to side.

See the bills, up in the sky,

Somebody's cut their string in two.

Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright.

Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright.



One minute born, one minute doomed,

One minute up, one minute down.

What goes on in your mind?

I think that I am falling down.

Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright.

Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright.

Lou Reed



Sometimes I feel so happy,

Sometimes I feel so sad.

Sometimes I feel so happy,

But mostly you just make me mad.

Baby, you just make me mad.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.



Thought of you as my mountain top,

Thought of you as my peak.

Thought of you as everything,

I've had but couldn't keep.

I've had but couldn't keep.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.



If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,

I'd put you in the mirror,

I put in front of me.

I put in front of me.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.



Skip a life completely.

Stuff it in a cup.

She said, "Money is like us in time,

It lies, but can't stand up.

Down for you is up."

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.



It was good what we did yesterday.

And I'd do it once again.

The fact that you are married,

Only proves, you're my best friend.

But it's truly, truly a sin.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Lou Reed



Well, I'm beginning to see the light.

Well, I'm beginning to see the light.

Some people work very hard,

but still they never get it right.

Well, I'm beginning to see the light.



I wanna tell all you people, now.

Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.



Wine in the mornin', and some breakfast at night.

Well, I'm beginning to see the light.



Here we go again, playing the fool again.

Here we go again, acting hard again.

All right!

Well, I'm beginning to see the light!

I wanna tell you, ooh-oh-oh!

Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light!

It comes very softly now.

I wore my teeth in my hands so I could miss the hell of a night.

Hey!  Well, I'm beginning to see the light!

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, baby,

I'm beginning to see the light, now!

It comes softer!

Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.



I met myself in a dream, and I just want to tell you,

Everything was alright.

Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.



Here comes two of you.

Which one will you choose?

One is black and one is blue,

Don't know just, what to do.

Alright!



Well, I'm beginning to see the light, oh, now, here she comes!

Hey, yeah, baby, I'm beginning to see the light!

Oh-ahhhh!

Some people work very hard,

But still they never get it right.

Well, I'm begiing to see the light.

Ah, it's getting a little softer, maybe, in there.

Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

Ah, it's coming around again,

Hey, now, now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

One more time.

There are problems in these times,

But, woo!, none of them are mine!

Oh, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.



Here we go again,

I thought that you were my friend.

Here we go again,

I thought that you were my friend.

How does it feel, to be loved?

How does it feel, to be loved?

How does it feel, to be loved?

How does it feel, to be loved?

How does it feel, to be loved?

How does it feel, to be loved?

How does it feel, to be loved?

The Velvet Underground and Nico

Sunday Morning

(Reed)



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



Sunday morning and I'm falling

I've got a feeling I don't want to know

Early dawning, Sunday morning

It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago



Watch out, the world's behind you

There's always someone around you who will call

It's nothing at all



Watch out, the world's behind you

There's always someone around you who will call

It's nothing at all



Sunday morning

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

(Reed)



I'm waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington, 125

Feel 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 the 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

Beat up shoes and a big straw hat

He's never early, he's always late

First thing you learn is you always gotta wait

I'm waiting for my man



Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares

He's got the works, gives you sweet taste

Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste

I'm waiting for my man



Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout

I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out

I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine

Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time

I'm waiting for my man

(Reed)



Here she comes, you 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 builds 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 put down in her book

You're number 37, 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 gonna 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

(Reed)



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 furs adorn the imperious

Severin, Severin awaits you there



I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears



Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather

Shiny leather in the dark

Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart



Severin, Severin, speak so slightly

Severin, down on your bended knee

Taste the whip, in love not given lightly

Taste the whip, now plead for me



I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears



Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girlchild in the dark

Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

(Reed)



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 whatcha do



Marguerita Passion had to get her fix

She wasn't well, she was getting sick

Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high

Didn't know, thinks she could buy it



And she would run, run, run, run, run

Take a drag or two

Run, run, run, run, run

Gypsy Death and you

Tell you whatcha do



Seasick Sarah had a golden nose

Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes

When she turned blue, all the angels screamed

They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene



She had to run, run, run, run, run

Take a drag or two

Run, run, run, run, run

Gypsy Death and you

Tell you whatcha do



Beardless Harry, what a waste

Couldn't even get a small-town taste

Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven

Figured he was good to get himself to heaven



'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run

Take a drag or two

Run, run, run, run, run

Gypsy Death and you

Tell you whatcha do

(Reed)



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 do

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

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



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

(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 her walkin' on down the street

Look at all your friends she's gonna meet

You better hit her



There she goes again

She's knocked out on her feet 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

Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do

You see her walkin' on down the street

Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet

You better hit her



Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes

Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away

See her walking on down the street

Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet



She's gonna bawl and shout

She's gonna work it

She's gonna work it out, bye bye

Bye bye baby

All right

(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 stand to show that you are blind

Please put down your hands

'Cause I see you



I find it hard to believe you don't know

The beauty that you are

But if you don't let me be your eyes

A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid



When you think the night has seen your mind

That inside you're twisted and unkind

Let me stand to show that you are blind

Please put down your hands

'Cause I see you



I'll be your mirror

(Reed, Cale)



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 brother

Walked on through the night

With his hair in his face

On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.



The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn

Until we said so long

To his skull-shrill yell



Shining brightly red-rimmed and

Red-lined with the time

Infused with the choice of the mind

On ice skates scraping chunks

From the bells



Cut mouth bleeding razor's

Forgetting the pain

Antiseptic remains cool goodbye

So you fly

To the cozy brown snow of the east

Gone to choose, choose again



Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget

Where you come from

The stools of your eyes

Serve to realize fame, choose again



And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse

For the loss of a horse

Went the bowels and a tail of a rat

Come again, choose to go



And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame

Have your head bobbed and weaved

Choose a side to be on



If the stone glances off

Split didactics in two

Leave the colors of the mouse trails

Don't scream, try between

If you choose, if you choose, try to lose

For the loss of remain come and start



Start the game I che che che che I

Che che ka tak koh

Choose to choose

Choose to choose, choose to go

(Reed, Cale, Morrison, Tucker)



You killed your European son

You spit on those under twenty-one

But now your blue car's gone

You better say so long

Hey hey, bye bye bye



You made your wallpapers green

You want to make love to the scene

Your European son is gone

You'd better say so long

Your clown's bid you goodbye

White Light White Heat

Sister Ray

Duck and Sally inside

They're cooking for the down five

Who're staring at Miss Rayon

Who's busy licking up her big man

I'm searching for my mainline

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

Ah, it's jsut like Sister Ray says



Rosy and Miss Rayon

They're busy waiting for her booster

Who just got back from Carolina

She said she didn't like the weather

They're busy waiting for her Sailor

Who said he's just as big as ever

He's just here from Alabama

He wants to know a way to earn a dollar

I'm searching for my mainline

I couldn't hit it sideways

Ah, just like Sister Ray said



Cecil's got his new piece

He cocks and shoots between three and four

He aims it at the Sailor

Shoots him down dead on the floor

Oh, you shouldn't do that

Don't you know you'll stain the carpet

Don't you know you'll stain the carpet

And by the way man, have you got a dollar

Oh no man, I haven't got the time time

Too busy sucking on a ding dong

She's too busy sucking on my ding dong

Oh, she does it just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching for my mainline

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh, just like, just like Sister Ray says



Now, who's that knocking

Who's that knocking on my chamber dooe

Now could it be the police

They've come to take me for a ride ride

Oh, but I haven't got the time time

Too busy sucking on my ding dong

She's too busy sucking on my ding dong

Oh, now, just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching on my line

I couldn't hit it sideways

I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh now, just like, just like, just like.....

	Sister Ray says.





(and more Burroughsian permutations for the

rest of the 17 minutes)

© František Vlk

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Poslední změny: 29. 11. 1996

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