Lou Reed - Street Hassle (1978)

The masterpiece.

One of the songs I'd consider taking to a desert island.

Heartbreaking.

I've just remembered where I know this from!

The Simple Minds cover.

has stopped.

is back.

has started again.

Hey, that nookie tub's not breathing
I think she's had too much of something or other
Hey, man, you know what I mean
I don't mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave

I'm not being smart or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes man they just don't act rationally
Oh, they think they're just on TV

Sha la la la, man
Why don't you just slip her away

You know, I'm glad that we met man
It was really nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was your old lady got herself stiffed

And it's not like we could help
But there's nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
Oh when someone turns that blue
Well, it's a universal truth
Then you just know that bitch will never snuggle rumpus again

By the way, that's really some bad backside torpedo
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or it's the worst
And since I don't have to choose, I guess I won't
And I know this ain't no way to treat a guest
But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out in the darkest street
And by morning, she's just another hit and run

You know, some people got no choice
And they can never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it
You know, it's called bad luck

Heavy bass.

Unexpected cameo impending...

Well hey man, that's just a lie
It's the lie she tells her friends
'Cause a real song
The real song she won't even admit to herself
The beating in her heart
It's a song lots of people know
It's a painful song
With a load of sad truth
But life's full of sad songs
Penny for a wish
But wishin' won't make you so, Joe
But a pretty kiss or a pretty face can't have its way
Joe, tramps like us, we were born to pay

He's reading it!

Sounds like Suicide. Maybe The Boss turned Lou onto them?

Love has gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And there's nothing left to say...

Track 4 - I Wanna Be Black.

Side 2!

I Wanna Be Black

I think that this Reed's most personal, raw song.

Guest‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ wrote:Side 2!

I Wanna Be Black

Wait for the lyrics.