The Velvet Underground

All Tomorrow's Parties



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



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

European Son



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


The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Femme Fatale



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 coloured 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 going to 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



'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)

Ooh ooh oh

(She's a femme fatale)

Ooh ooh oh

(repeat to fade)


The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

I'm Waiting For The Man



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

PR 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



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Run Run Run



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



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

There She Goes Again


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


The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Heroin



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' son

And I guess that I just don't know

And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision

I'm gonna try to nullify my life

'Cause when the blood begins to flow

When it shoots up the dropper's neck

When I'm closing in on death

And you can't help me now, you guys

And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk

You can all go take a walk

And I guess that I just don't know

And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago

I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas

On a great big clipper ship

Going from this land here to that

In a sailor's suit and cap

Away from the big city

Where a man can not be free

Of all of the evils of this town

And of himself, and those around

Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me

Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life

Because a mainer to my vein

Leads to a center in my head

And then I'm better off and dead

Because when the smack begins to flow

I really don't care anymore

About all the Jim-Jim's in this town

And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds

And everybody puttin' everybody else down

And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow

Then I really don't care anymore

Ah, when the heroin is in my blood

And that blood is in my head

Then thank God that I'm as good as dead

Then thank your God that I'm not aware

And thank God that I just don't care

And I guess I just don't know

And I guess I just don't know



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Sunday Morning



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


The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

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 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



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Waiting For The Man



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



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Black Angel's Death Song



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



The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967

Do sada su postavljeni ovi tekstovi:

1. All Tomorrow's Parties
2. Black Angel's Death Song
3. European Son
4. Femme Fatale
5. Heroin
6. I'm Waiting For The Man
7. Run Run Run
8. Sunday Morning
9. There She Goes Again
10. Venus In Furs
11. Waiting For The Man