♪ When you're growing up in a small town, when you're growing up in a small town, ♪
♪ When you're growing up in a small town
♪ You say: “No one famous ever came from here”
♪ When you're growing up in a small town and you're having a nervous breakdown ♪
♪ and you think you'll never escape it ♪
♪ Yourself or the place that you live ♪
♪ Where did Picasso come from? There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh ♪
♪ If art is the tip of the iceberg, ♪
♪ I am the part sinking below ♪
♪ When you're growing up in a small town, ♪
♪ with bad skin, bad eyes... gay and fatty ♪
♪ people look at you funny ♪
♪ when you're in a small town ♪
♪ My father worked in construction, It's not something for which I'm suited ♪
♪ Oh – what is something for which you are suited? Getting out of here ♪
♪ I hate being odd in a small town ♪
♪ If they stare let them stare in New York City ♪
♪ As this pink eyed painting albino ♪
♪ How far can my fantasy go? ♪
♪ I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh, ♪
♪ No adorable lisping Capote, my hero! ♪
♪ Oh do you think I could meet him? ♪
♪ I'd camp out at his front door ♪
♪ There's only one good thing about a small town, ♪
♪ There's only one good use for a small town, ♪
♪ There's only one good thing about a small town, ♪
♪ You know that you want to get out ♪
♪ When you're growing up in a small town ♪
♪ You know you'll grow down in a small town ♪
♪ There is only one good use for a small town ♪
♪ You hate it and you'll know you have to leave ♪
SONGS FOR 'DRELLA
BY LOU REED AND JOHN CALE
♪ Please, come over to 81st street I'm in the apartment above the bar ♪
♪ You know can't miss it, it's across from the subway ♪
♪ and the tacky store with the mylar scarves ♪
♪ My skin's as pale as the outdoors moon ♪
♪ My hair's silver like a Tiffany watch ♪
♪ I like lots of people around me but don't kiss hello ♪
♪ And please don't touch ♪
♪ It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me ♪
♪ "The way to make friends, Andy, is to invite them up for tea" ♪
♪ Open house ♪
♪ I've got a lot of cats, here is my favorite ♪
♪ She's a lady called Sam ♪
♪ I made a paper doll of her, you can have it ♪
♪ That's what I did when I had St Vitus dance ♪
♪ It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me ♪
♪ Give people little presents so they'll remember me ♪
♪ Open house ♪
♪ Somebody bring the vegetables ♪
♪ Someone please bring heat ♪
♪ My mother showed up yesterday, ♪
♪ We need something to eat ♪
♪ I think I got a job today, they want me to draw some shoes ♪
♪ The ones I drew were old and used They told me to draw something new ♪
♪ Open house ♪
♪ Fly me to the moon ♪
♪ Fly me to a star ♪
♪ But there are no stars in the New York sky ♪
♪ They're all on the ground ♪
♪ You scared yourself with music, ♪
♪ I scared myself with paint ♪
♪ I drew 550 different shoes today It almost made me faint ♪
♪ Open house ♪
♪ You've got the money, I've got the time ♪
♪ You want your freedom, make your freedom mine ♪
♪ 'Cause I've got the style it takes ♪
♪ And money is all that it takes ♪
♪ You've got connexions and I've got the art ♪
♪ You like my attention and I like your looks ♪
♪ And I have the style it takes ♪
♪ And you know the people it takes ♪
♪ Why don't you sit right over there? ♪
♪ We'll do a movie portrait ♪
♪ I'll turn the camera on ♪
♪ and I won't even be there ♪
♪ A portrait that moves, you look great I think ♪
♪ I'll put the Empire State building on your wall, ♪
♪ For 24 hours glowing on your wall ♪
♪ Watch the sun rise above it in your room ♪
♪ Wallpaper art, a great view ♪
♪ I've got a Brillo box and I say it's art ♪
♪ It's the same one you can buy at any supermarket ♪
♪ 'Cause I've got the style it takes ♪
♪ And you've got the people it takes ♪
♪ This is a rock group called The Velvet Underground ♪
♪ I show movies on them Do you like their sound ♪
♪ 'Cause they have a style that grates ♪
♪ And I have art to make ♪
♪ Let's do a movie here next week ♪
♪ We don't have sound but you're so great You don't have to speak ♪
♪ You've got the style it takes... ♪
♪ Kiss ♪
♪ You've got the style it takes... ♪
♪ Eat ♪
♪ You've got the style it takes... ♪
♪ Couch ♪
♪ You've got the style it takes... ♪
♪ Kiss ♪
♪ Andy was a Catholic, the ethic ran through his bones ♪
♪ He lived alone with his mother, collecting gossip and toys ♪
♪ Every Sunday, when he went to church, ♪
♪ he'd kneel in his pew and say: ♪
♪ "It's just work... All that matters is work" ♪
♪ Andy was a lot of things ♪
♪ What I remember the most ♪
♪ He'd say, "I've got to bring home the bacon Someone's got to bring home the roast" ♪
♪ He got to the factory early If you'd ask him he'd have told you straight out ♪
♪ "It's just work!" The most important thing is work ♪
♪ No matter what I did, it never seemed to enough ♪
♪ He said "I was lazy", I said "I was young" ♪
♪ He said, “How many songs did you write?” I'd written zero, I'd lied and said "ten" ♪
♪ "You won't be young forever, You should have written fifteen" ♪
♪ It's work, the most important thing is work ♪
♪ "You ought to make things big People like it that way ♪
♪ And the songs with the dirty words – record them that way" ♪
♪ Andy liked to stir up trouble, he was funny that way ♪
♪ He said, "It's just work" ♪
♪ Andy sat down to talk one day He said "decide what you want" ♪
♪ "Do you want to expand your parameters Or play the museums like some dilettante" ♪
♪ I fired him on the spot, He got red and he called me a rat ♪
♪ It was the worst word that he could think of And I've never seen him like that ♪
♪ "It's just work" ♪
♪ I thought he said it's just work ♪
♪ He Said: “It's just work” ♪
♪ I thought he said, “It's just work” ♪
♪ Andy said a lot of things, I stored them all away in my head ♪
♪ Sometimes when I can't decide what I should do ♪
♪ I think, what Andy would have said ♪
♪ He'd probably say that "you think too much" ♪
♪ That's 'cause there's work that you don't want to do ♪
♪ It's just work, the most important thing is work ♪
♪ Hey, work, the most important thing is work ♪
♪ The trouble with a classicist, he looks at a tree ♪
♪ that's all he sees, he paints a tree ♪
♪ The trouble with a classicist, he looks at the sky ♪
♪ He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky ♪
♪ The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log ♪
♪ And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log ♪
♪ And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud ♪
♪ While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic ♪
♪ That's the trouble with impressionists... ♪
♪ The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style ♪
♪ It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile ♪
♪ They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck ♪
♪ They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck ♪
♪ That's the trouble with personalities... ♪
♪ I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains ♪
♪ I like their lack of training, their primitive technique ♪
♪ I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school ♪
♪ I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool ♪
♪ That's the trouble with classicists... ♪
♪ Starlight open wide, ♪
♪ Starlight open up your door ♪
♪ This is New York calling ♪
♪ with movies from the street ♪
♪ Movies with real people, ♪
♪ What you get is what you see ♪
♪ Starlight open wide, ♪
♪ Andy's Cecil B DeMille ♪
♪ Come on, LA, give us a call ♪
♪ We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all ♪
♪ Ingrid, Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane and Edie S, ♪
♪ But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death ♪
♪ Starlight open wide, ♪
♪ Everybody is a star ♪
♪ Split screen, eight hour movies ♪
♪ We've got color, we've got sound ♪
♪ Won't you recognize us, ♪
♪ We're everything you hate ♪
♪ Andy loves old Hollywood movies, ♪
♪ He'll scare you hypocrites to death ♪
♪ You know that shooting up's for real ♪
♪ That person who's screaming, that's the way he really feels ♪
♪ We're all improvising, five movies in a week ♪
♪ If Hollywood doesn't call us, we'll be sick ♪
♪ Starlight open wide, ♪
♪ Do to movies what you did to art ♪
♪ Can you see the beauty in ugliness, or is it playing in the dirt ♪
♪ There are stars out on the New York streets ♪
♪ We want to capture them on film ♪
♪ But if no one wants to see them We'll make another and another ♪
♪ And another ♪
♪ Starlight let us in that magic room ♪
♪ We've all dreamt of Hollywood, it can't happen too soon ♪
♪ Won't you give us a million dollars the rent is due ♪
♪ Andy'll give you two movies and a painting ♪
♪ Starlight open wide! ♪
♪ Faces and names, I wish they were the same ♪
♪ Faces and names, only cause trouble for me ♪
♪ Faces and names ♪
♪ If we all looked the same or we all had the same name, ♪
♪ I wouldn't be jealous of you or you jealous of me ♪
♪ Faces and names ♪
♪ I always fall in love with someone who looks ♪
♪ The way I wish that I could be ♪
♪ I'm always staring at someone who hurts ♪
♪ And the one they hurt is me ♪
♪ Faces and names, to me they're all the same ♪
♪ If I looked like you and you looked like me ♪
♪ There'd be less trouble you'd see ♪
♪ Faces and names, I wish they'd go away ♪
♪ I'd disappear into that wall and never talk ♪
♪ Faces and names ♪
♪ I wish I was a robot or a machine, ♪
♪ without a feeling or a thought ♪
♪ People who want to meet the name I have ♪
♪ Are always disappointed in me ♪
♪ Faces and names, I wish they were the same ♪
♪ Faces and names only cause problems for me ♪
♪ Faces and names ♪
♪ I'd rather be a hole in the wall, ♪
♪ looking out the other side ♪
♪ I'd rather look and listen, listen not talk ♪
♪ To faces and names ♪
♪ If I had a breakdown when I was a kid ♪
♪ If I lost my hair when I was young ♪
♪ If you dress older when you are not ♪
♪ as you really age you look the same ♪
♪ If we all looked the same, we wouldn't play these games ♪
♪ Me dressing for you and you dressing for me ♪
♪ Undressing for me ♪
♪ Faces and names, if they were all the same, ♪
♪ You wouldn't be jealous of me or me jealous of you ♪
♪ Me jealous of you I'm jealous of you ♪
♪ Your face and your name ♪
♪ Faces and names ♪
♪ I think images are worth repeating Images repeated from a painting ♪
♪ Images taken from a painting, From a photo worth re-seeing ♪
♪ I love images worth repeating ♪
♪ I project them on the ceiling, Multiply them with silk screening ♪
♪ See them with a different feeling ♪
♪ Some say images have no feeling, ♪
♪ I think there is a deeper meaning ♪
♪ Mechanical precision, or so it seeming, ♪
♪ Instigates a cooler feeling ♪
♪ I love multiplicity of screenings ♪
♪ Things born anew display new meanings ♪
♪ I think images are worth repeating ♪
♪ and repeating and repeating ♪
♪ Images ♪
♪ I'm no urban idiot savant spewing paint without any order ♪
♪ I'm no sphinx, no mystery enigma What I paint is very ordinary ♪
♪ I don't think I'm old or modern, I don't think I think I'm thinking ♪
♪ It doesn't matter what I'm thinking It's the images worth repeating ♪
♪ Those images ♪
♪ Images ♪
♪ If you're looking for a deeper meaning, I'm as deep as this high ceiling ♪
♪ If you think technique is meaning, you might find me very simple ♪
♪ You might think the images boring ♪
♪ Cars and cans and chairs and flowers ♪
♪ You might find me personally boring ♪
♪ Hammer, sickle, Mao Tse-tung... ♪
♪ Mao Tse-tung... ♪
♪ I think that it bears repeating the images upon the ceiling ♪
♪ I love images worth repeating and repeating and repeating ♪
♪ Images ♪
♪ Friends have said to lock the door ♪
♪ Have an open house no more ♪
♪ They said the Factory must change ♪
♪ And slowly slip away ♪
♪ But if I have to live in fear Where will I get my ideas ♪
♪ With all those crazy people gone ♪
♪ Will I slowly slip away ♪
♪ Still there's no more Billy Name ♪
♪ And Ondine is not the same ♪
♪ Wonton and the Turtle gone ♪
♪ Slowly slip away ♪
♪ If I close the Factory door And don't see those people anymore ♪
♪ if I give in to infamy... ♪
♪ I'll slowly slip away ♪
♪ I know it seems that friends are right ♪
♪ Hello daylight, goodbye night ♪
♪ But starlight is so quiet here, ♪
♪ Think I'll slowly slip away ♪
♪ What can I do by myself It's good to here from someone else ♪
♪ It's good to hear a quiet voice ♪
♪ That will not slip away ♪
♪ A crazy voice that will not slip away ♪
♪ If I have to live in fear, my ideas will slowly slip away ♪
♪ If I have to live in fear, I'm afraid my life will slip away ♪
♪ If you can't see me past my door ♪
♪ Why your thoughts could slowly slip away ♪
♪ If I have to lock the door Another life exists no more, slip away ♪
♪ Friends have said to lock the door, ♪
♪ Watch out for what comes through that door ♪
♪ They said The Factory must change ♪
♪ But I don't ♪
♪ It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that ♪
♪ You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that ♪
♪ It wasn't me who hurt you, that's more credit than I'm worth ♪
♪ Don't threaten me with the things you'll do to you ♪
♪ It wasn't me who shamed you, it wasn't me who brought you down ♪
♪ You did it to yourself without any help from me ♪
♪ It wasn't me who hurt you, I showed you possibilities ♪
♪ The problems you had were there before you met me ♪
♪ I didn't say this had to be ♪
♪ You can't blame these things on me ♪
♪ It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me ♪
♪ I know she's dead, it wasn't me ♪
♪ It wasn't me who changed you, you did it to yourself ♪
♪ I'm not an excuse for the hole that you dropped in ♪
♪ I'm not simple minded but I'm no father to you all ♪
♪ Death exists, but you do things to yourself ♪
♪ I never said give up control ♪
♪ I never said, "Stick a needle in your arm and die" ♪
♪ It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me ♪
♪ I know he's dead, but it wasn't me ♪
♪ It wasn't me who shamed you, who covered you with mud ♪
♪ You did it to yourself without any help from me ♪
♪ You act as if I could've told you or stopped you like some god ♪
♪ But people never listen and you know that that's a fact ♪
♪ I never said: "Slit your wrists and die” ♪
♪ I never said: “Throw your life away” ♪
♪ It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me ♪
♪ You're killing yourself... ♪
♪ And it wasn't me ♪
♪ Valerie Solanas took the elevator and got off at the 4th floor ♪
♪ She pointed the gun at Andy saying you cannot control me anymore ♪
♪ I believe there's got to be some retribution ♪
♪ I believe an eye for an eye is elemental ♪
♪ I believe that something's wrong if she's alive right now ♪
♪ Valerie Solanas took three steps pointing at the floor ♪
♪ Valerie Solanis waved her gun pointing at the floor ♪
♪ From inside her idiot madness spoke and bang Andy fell onto the floor ♪
♪ Onto the floor ♪
♪ And I believe life's serious enough for retribution ♪
♪ I believe being sick is no excuse and ♪
♪ I believe I would've pulled the switch on her myself ♪
♪ When they got him to the hospital his pulse was gone ♪
♪ They thought that he was dead ♪
♪ His guts were pouring from his wounds ♪
♪ onto the floor they thought that he was dead ♪
♪ Not until years later would ♪
♪ the hospital do to him what she could not ♪
♪ What she could not, Andy said: ♪
♪ "Where were you, you didn't come to see me" ♪
♪ Andy said, "I think I died, why didn't you come to see me" ♪
♪ Andy said, "It hurt so much, they took blood from my hand" ♪
♪ I believe there's got to be some retribution ♪
♪ I believe there's got to be some restitution ♪
♪ I believe we are all the poorer for it now ♪
♪ Visit me, visit me ♪
♪ Visit me, why didn't you visit me? ♪
♪ Visit me, visit me, why didn't you visit me? ♪
♪ Visit me, why didn't you visit me? ♪
♪ Visit me ♪
♪ I really care a lot, ♪
♪ although I look like I do not ♪
♪ Since I was shot, ♪
♪ there's nobody but you ♪
♪ I know I look blase ♪
♪ Party Andy's what the papers say ♪
♪ At dinner I'm the one who pays ♪
♪ for a nobody like you ♪
♪ Nobody but you, ♪
♪ A nobody like you ♪
♪ Since I got shot, ♪
♪ there's nobody but you ♪
♪ Won't you decorate my house? ♪
♪ I'll sit there quiet as a mouse ♪
♪ You know me I like to look a lot ♪
♪ At nobody but you ♪
♪ I'll hold your hand and slap my face ♪
♪ I'll tickle you to your disgrace ♪
♪ Won't you put me in my proper place ♪
♪ A nobody like you ♪
♪ Sundays I pray a lot ♪
♪ I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock ♪
♪ I want to be what I am not, ♪
♪ for a nobody like you ♪
♪ The bullet split my spleen and lung ♪
♪ The doctors said I was gone ♪
♪ Inside I've got some shattered bone ♪
♪ for nobody but you ♪
♪ Nobody but you ♪
♪ A nobody like you ♪
♪ A shattered bone, ♪
♪ for nobody but you ♪
♪ I'm still not sure I didn't die ♪
♪ and if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside ♪
♪ I know I'll never be a bride ♪
♪ to nobody like you ♪
♪ I wish I had a stronger chin, ♪
♪ my skin was good, my nose was thin ♪
♪ This is no movie I'd ask to be in ♪
♪ with a nobody like you ♪
♪ Nobody like you, ♪
♪ a nobody like you ♪
♪ All my life ♪
♪ It's been nobodies like you ♪
♪ It was a very cold and clear fall night ♪
♪ And I had a terrible dream ♪
♪ Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my staircase ♪
♪ on the second floor about two o'clock in the morning ♪
♪ I woke up because Amos and Archie had started barking ♪
♪ That made me very angry because I wasn't feeling well and I told ♪
♪ them I was very cross, the real me ♪
♪ that they just better remember what happened to Sam the bad cat, ♪
♪ that was left at home and got sick and went to pussy heaven ♪
♪ It was a very cold clear fall night ♪
♪ Some snowflakes were falling ♪
♪ Gee, it was so beautiful ♪
♪ And so I went to get my camera to take some pictures ♪
♪ And then I was taking the pictures But the exposure thing wasn't right ♪
♪ And I was going to call Fred or Gerry To find out how to get set it ♪
♪ I was too late ♪
♪ And then I remembered they were still probably at dinner ♪
♪ And anyway, I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody ♪
♪ But the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking ♪
♪ I really wanted to hold them ♪
♪ And that's when I heard the voices From down the hall near the stairs ♪
♪ So I got a flashlight, and I was scared and I went out into the hallway ♪
♪ There's been all kinds of trouble lately in the neighborhood, ♪
♪ but someone's got to bring home the bacon ♪
♪ and anyway... There were Brigid and Billy playing ♪
♪ And under the staircase was a little meadow ♪
♪ sort of like the park at 23rd Street ♪
♪ Where all the young kids go and play frisbee ♪
♪ Gee, that must be fun ♪
♪ Maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine ♪
♪ but they'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell ♪
♪ But I'll hold my ground this time, I mean it's my magazine, isn't it? ♪
♪ So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell, ♪
♪ and I heard these voices having so much fun ♪
♪ Gee, it would be so great to have some fun ♪
♪ So I called Billy but either he didn't hear me or he didn't want to answer ♪
♪ Which was so strange, because... ♪
♪ even if I don't like reunions I've always loved Billy ♪
♪ I'm so glad he's working ♪
♪ I mean it's different than Ondine ♪
♪ He keeps touring with those movies and he doesn't even pay us ♪
♪ and the film, I mean the film's just going to disintegrate and then what? ♪
♪ I mean he's so normal off of drugs, I just don't get it ♪
♪ And then I saw John Cale he's been looking really great ♪
♪ He's been coming by the office to exercise with me ♪
♪ Ronnie said I have a muscle, ♪
♪ but he's been really mean since he went to AA ♪
♪ I mean what does it mean when you give up drinking and then you're still so mean? ♪
♪ He says I'm being lazy but I'm not ♪
♪ I just can't find any ideas ♪
♪ I mean I'm just not let's face it ♪
♪ going to get any ideas up at the office ♪
♪ And seeing John made me think of the Velvets ♪
♪ and I had been thinking about them when I was on St Marks Place ♪
♪ going to that new gallery those sweet new kids have opened ♪
♪ But they thought I was old ♪
♪ and then I saw the old DOM the old club where we did our first shows ♪
♪ It was so great ♪
♪ I don't understand about that Velvet's first album ♪
♪ I mean, I did the cover, and I was the producer ♪
♪ and I always see it repackaged ♪
♪ and I've never gotten a penny from it, how could that be? ♪
♪ I should call Henry ♪
♪ But it was good seeing John ♪
♪ I did a cover for him ♪
♪ But I did it in black and white and he changed it to color ♪
♪ It would have been worth more if he'd left it my way ♪
♪ but you can never tell anybody anything, I've learned that ♪
♪ I tried calling again to Billy and John but they wouldn't recognize me ♪
♪ It was like I wasn't there ♪
♪ Why won't they let me in? ♪
♪ And then I saw Lou I'm so mad at him ♪
♪ Lou Reed got married and didn't invite me ♪
♪ I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people ♪
♪ I don't get it ♪
♪ He could've at least called ♪
♪ I mean he's doing so great, why doesn't he call me? ♪
♪ I saw him at the MTV show ♪
♪ and he was one row away and he didn't even say hello ♪
♪ I don't get it ♪
♪ You know I hate Lou I really do ♪
♪ He won't even hire us for his videos ♪
♪ I was so proud of him ♪
♪ I was so scared today ♪
♪ There was blood leaking thought my shirt ♪
♪ from those old scars from being shot ♪
♪ And the corset I wear to keep my insides in was hurting ♪
♪ And I did three sets of fifteen push-ups and four sets of ten sit-ups ♪
♪ But then my insides hurt ♪
♪ and I saw drops of blood on my shirt and I remember ♪
♪ the doctors saying I was dead ♪
♪ And then later they had to take blood out of my hand ♪
♪ 'cause they had run out of veins ♪
♪ but then all this thinking was making me an old grouch ♪
♪ and you can't do anything anyway so ♪
♪ if they wouldn't let me play with them in my own dream ♪
♪ I was just going to have to make up another ♪
♪ and another ♪
♪ Gee, wouldn't it just be so funny if I died in this dream ♪
♪ before I could make another one up ♪
♪ And nobody called ♪
♪ And nobody came ♪
♪ Train entering the city ♪
♪ I lost myself and never came back ♪
♪ I took a trip around the world and never came back ♪
♪ Black silhouettes, criss-crossed tracks, ♪
♪ Never came back ♪
♪ Forever changed ♪
♪ You might think I'm frivolous, ♪
♪ uncaring and cold ♪
♪ You might think I'm frivolous, ♪
♪ depends on your point of view ♪
♪ Society, boy, ♪
♪ But gambling's for ratings, the high and the low ♪
♪ I left my whole life behind and never turned back ♪
♪ Forever changed ♪
♪ Got to get to the city, ♪
♪ Get a job ♪
♪ Got to get some work ♪
♪ to see me through ♪
♪ My old life's behind, ♪
♪ I see it receding ♪
♪ My life's disappearing, ♪
♪ disappearing from view ♪
♪ Hong Kong... and I was changed ♪
♪ Burma and Thailand, and I was changed ♪
♪ A few good friends, to see me through ♪
♪ And I guess art will see me through ♪
♪ Edie Sedgwick will see me through ♪
♪ Brigid Berlin, will see me through ♪
♪ Only art, can see me through ♪
♪ Only heart, can see me through ♪
♪ My life disappearing from view ♪
♪ My whole life disappearing from view ♪
♪ I was forever changed ♪
♪ Andy, it's me, haven't seen you in a while ♪
♪ I wished I talked to you more when you were alive ♪
♪ I thought you were self assured ♪
♪ when you acted shy Hello it's me ♪
♪ I really miss you, ♪
♪ I really miss your mind ♪
♪ I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time ♪
♪ I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint ♪
♪ But when I saw you last, I turned away ♪
♪ When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room, ♪
♪ You asked me for some speed, I thought it was for you ♪
♪ I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart ♪
♪ Things always seem to end before they start ♪
♪ Hello, it's me, that was a great gallery show ♪
♪ Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows ♪
♪ I wish I had paid more attention when they laughed at you ♪
♪ Hello it's me ♪
♪ 'Pop goes pop artist', the headline said ♪
♪ 'Is shooting a put on, is Warhol really dead?' ♪
♪ You get less time for stealing a car, ♪
♪ I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar ♪
♪ They really hated you, now all that's changed ♪
♪ But I have some resentments that can never be unmade ♪
♪ You hit me where it hurts, and I didn't laugh ♪
♪ Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph ♪
♪ Well, now, Andy, I guess we've to go ♪
♪ I wish someway, somehow ♪
♪ you like this little show ♪
♪ I know it's late in coming, but it's the only way I know ♪
♪ Hello it's me ♪
♪ Goodnight, Andy... ♪
♪ Goodbye, Andy ♪