NY Times 10/28/13
"Lou Reed, Rock ’n’ Roll Pioneer, Dies at 71"
lou reed lou reed
you'd given your best
long ago
the kinda best
than which no better
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
baudelaire sucked yr blood
flours de mal noshed on yr liver
nothing no transplant
could get
such bite marks out
too late for photography tai chi
or simmering sainted
rock 'n roll gentry
not for you
yr life was saved by
hole in yr soul rock n' roll
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
lou reed lou reed
you went so many distances
you died young many times & oft
already
That from which you recoil
But still makes your eyes moist
la-dee-ta-ta-ta
la-dee-ta-ta-ta
la-dee-ta-ta-ta
good
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