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Lou Reed
Lou Reed


Background information
Birth name Lewis Allan Reed
Born March 2, 1942
Born place Brooklyn, New York United States
Genre(s) Rock
Glam Rock
Art Rock
Experimental Rock
Noise
Years active 1965—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Sire Records
Matador Records
MGM Distribution
Associated acts Gorillaz
The Velvet Underground
John Cale
Nico
David Bowie
Mick Ronson
Website Website



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Lou Reed Album


Rock and Roll Heart (1976)
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I believe in good times now, and I believe in shows
And I believe in the iron cross
And as everybody know;

I believe in good times music, yeah, good time rock'n'roll
I believe in music, music, music,
It's satisfy your soul

Ah, I believe love (Good time music)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, now, I believe in love (Good time music)

And I believe in party time, and I believe in soul
And I believe in temptation,
And knock, knock, knocking at your door

I believe in good times, yeah, good time rock'n'roll
Yeah, I believe in music, music, music
It's satisfy your soul

But you know that I believe love (Good time music)
Said yeah, yeah, I believe love

I believe, I believe, I believe in love
Yeah, I believe in love
Good time music - good time rock'n'roll


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I'm banging on my drum, I'm banging on my drum
I'm banging on my drum, boy, I'm having lot's of fun
I'm banging on my drum, Yeah, I'm banging on my drum
I'm banging on my drum, now baby, and I'm having lot's of fun

I'm banging on my drum, I'm banging on my drum
I'm banging on my drum, boy, I'm having lot's of fun
I'm banging on my one, my one, my drum ...


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Follow, follow the leader n-n-n-n-now
New York, New York City n-n-n-n-now
Follow, follow the leader n-n-n-n-now
New York, New York City n-n-n-n-now

Oh, if you wanna dance, work up a little sweat now
Better, better, better, better, get yourself a little romance
And you know, better get up a little sweat
And get a little romance

And you better follow, follow the leader n-n-n-n-now
New York, New York City n-n-n-n-now
Follow, follow the leader n-n-n-n-now
New York, New York City n-n-n-n-now

Yeah, if you wanna dance, you better work up a sweat now, baby
Get a little romance
Yeah, yeah, you better, you better work up a sweat now
Get yourself a little romance

And, you know, you better, oh, boy, follow the leader, n-n-n-now
Oh, New York, New York City n-n-n-n-n-now
Get going


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All of those things, yeah, that you got to give
Yeah, you wear it so well
Yeah, you wear it so well

All of those stories, honey, that I know you could tell
Yeah, you wear it so well
And your face hides it, so we can't tell
That you knew, we would wear it so well
You war it so well

Yeah, darling, you wear it so well
Yeah, now, baby, now, you wear it so well

All of the things, that make poets sing
Yeah, you wear it so well, yeah
You hide it so well

And all of the pain, that you used to tell
You hide it so well
Can't tell from your face that you knew it so well
Hey, now, that you have such a story to tell
LyricsYeah, you got style and grace
And you wear it so well, you wear it so well
And you got, you got such a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, you wear it so well
Grace and style equals you so well
Yeah, yeah, you wear it so well, yeah, so well
Yeah, you wear it, wear it, wear it, wear it, now, baby
Yeah, you wear it so well
And you got such a story to tell
Oooh, you wear it so well ...


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All the sailors they're all home from leave
And everybody's waiting for them to try to deceive
The storekeepers have drawn their lace curtains bare
And all the women and the wee young girls all waiting there
Ooooh, but how the ladies pay
Oh, if they only knew how the ladies pay
Yeah, now, now, the ladies pay
Oh, when the men, they've gone away

Nobody is standing on upon the door
And nobody is feeding any of the poor
The poor, sick soldier lies in bed beside his girl
Thinking of another place on the other side of the world
Ah, how the ladies pay
Oh, oh, how the ladies pay
When the men, they've gone away
Oh, I wish, I knew how the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day
How the ladies pay
Day and night, night and day, night and day
Ladies pay, now ...


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I don't like opera and I don't like ballet
And new-waves French movies, they just drive me away
I guess I'm just dumb, 'cause I knows I ain't smart
But deep down inside, I got a rock and roll heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, deep down inside I got a rock and roll heart

Oh, rock and roll heart,
Looking for a good time
Just a rock and roll heart, rock and roll heart
Looking for a good time

I don't like massages or something meant to say
And I wish people like that would just go away
I guess I'm just dumb, 'cause I knows I not smart
But deep down inside, I got a rock and roll heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, deep down inside I got a rock and roll heart

Yeah, rock and roll heart, search for a good time
Just a rock and roll heart, roll heart, roll heart
Looking for a good time

Yeah, Just a rock and roll heart, roll heart, roll heart
Looking for a good time ...
Let me hear you now, now, now


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(Instrumental)


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When I was p poor young boy at school
Girls like you always played me for a fool
But now a time has come to lay to waste
The theory people have of getting an acquired taste
You treated me oooh, so senselessly cruel
Oh, oh, baby, you were so senselessly cruel

From the beginnings I suspected the worst
And you didn't disappoint me
It was just that you were the first
Now, I wouldn't let you touch me if you were within a foot
And girl, I'm never ever gonna get hurt
'Causu you treated me oooh, so senselessly cruel
Oooh, so senselessly cruel, oooh, so senselessly cruel ...


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Talk-talk, yak-yak, watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent, the money's gone, it's all been spent
Now tell me 'bout your claim to fame
Now, ain't that some claim to fame

Extra, extra, read all about it, now
Extra, extra, something 'bout a claim to fame
Ooooh, sweet mama, ooooh, sweet mama
Something 'bout your claim to fame

Wet lips, dry now, ready for that old hand-out
Now, ain't that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in,
The head's round, the square's flat
Ain't that some claim to fame
Now, tell me, ain't that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, something 'bout some claim to fame ...


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You're caught in a vicious circle
Surrounded by your so called friends
You're caught in a vicious circle
And it looks like it will never end
'Cause some people think that they like problems
And some people think that they don't
And for everybody who says yes
There's somebody who's staring, saying don't

You're caught in a vicious circle
Surrounded by your so called friends
You're caught in a vicious circle
And it looks like it will never end
'Cause some people think that it's nerves
And some people think that it's not
And some people think that it's things that you do
And others think that you were cold, when you were hot
They think that that is what it was about

You're caught in a vicious circle ...

Surrounded by all of your friends


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Never been to England, never been to France
Never really learned how to dance
I've never taken dope and I've never taken drugs
Ah, I've never danced on a bear-skin rug
Guess it's true, what all the people they say
I'm gonna have to loose my hometown ways
Guess it's true, guess I've led a sheltered life

Never went around with anything
I've had a hometown life
And I have never learned to swing
Not much of a life, I haven't seen much
I've been true to my wife and it's just been too much
Guess it's true, what all these people they say
I'm gonna have to lose my hometown ways
You know it's true, guess, I've led a sheltered life

Guess it's true, what all these people they say
I'm gonna have to lose my hometown ways
Guess it's true, guess, I've led a sheltered life


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Hey now, bitch, now, baby
you better make your face get out of here, quick
Maybe your, was getting, ah, too rich
It ain't like we ain't never seen this thing before
And if it turns you then around
then you better hit the door

But I know, oh, it's just a temporary thing
Oh yeah, it's just a temporary thing

You've read too many books, you've seen too many plays
And it's things like this, that turn you away
Hey, now, now, look, huh, look, hey look, hey look
you better think about it twice
I know that your good breeding makes it seem not so nice

It's just a temporary thing
Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, it's just a temporary thing

Where's the number, where's the dime and where's the phone
I feel like a stranger, I guess you wanna go back home
Your mother, your father, your brother
I guess they wouldn't agree with me
But I don't give two shits, they're no better than me

Ah-ha, it's just a temporary thing
Oh yeah, been there before just a temporary thing
It's just a temporary thing
Ah bitch, get off my kids, temporary thing
Get out, it's just a temporary thing
Yeah now, home (it's just a temporary thing)
Temporary thing, huh, ah-ha (it's just a temporary thing)
.... (it's just a temporary thing)
.... (it's just a temporary thing)
(it's just a temporary thing)
(it's just a temporary thing)

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