Perfect Night: Live in London de Lou Reed

Listado de Canciones

1. I'll Be Your Mirror3:16
2. Perfect Day3:46

   Letra

   Just a perfect day Drink sangria in the park And then later, when it gets dark We go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie, too And then home Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow
3. The Kids4:26

   Letra

   They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because she was making it with sisters and brothers And everyone else, all of the others Like cheap officers who would stand there and flirt in front of me They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because of the things that they heard she had done The black Air Force sergeant was not the first one And all of the drugs she took, every one, every one And I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because number on was the girl friend from Paris The things that they did - ah - they didn't have to ask us And then the Welshman from India, who came here to stay They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because of the things she did in the streets In the alleys and bars, no she couldn't be beat That miserable rotten slut couldn't turn anyone away I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way
4. Vicious5:40

   Letra

   Vicious, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar pick Oh baby, you're so vicious When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far away You're not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I want to meet Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious Vicious, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious, hey why don't you swallow razor blades You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade But baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so vicious Vicious, vicious...
5. Busload Of Faith4:27

   Letra

   You can't depend on your family You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence Ooh, you can't depend on God You can only depend on one thing You need a busload of faith to get by, watch, baby Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by You need a busload of faith to get by You can depend on the worst always happening You can depend on a murderer's drive You can bet that if he rapes somebody There'll be no trouble having a child You can bet that if she aborts it Pro-lifers will attack her with rage You can depend on the worst always happening You need a busload of faith to get by, yeah Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by, baby Busload of faith to get by You can't depend on the goodly hearted The goodly hearted made lamp-shades and soap You can't depend on the Sacrament No Father, no Holy Ghost You can't depend on any churches Unless there's real estate that you want to buy You can't depend on a lot of things You need a busload of faith to get by, woh Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by, baby Busload of faith to get by You can't depend on no miracle You can't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man You can't find 'em because they're not there You can depend on cruelty Crudity of thought and sound You can depend on the worst always happening You need a busload of faith to get by, ha Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by
6. Kicks4:16

   Letra

   Hey man, what's your style How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now How you get your adrenalin flowing Hey man, what's your style I love the way, try to call now Hey man, what's your style I ain't jealous of the way you're living I ain't jealous of the way you're living When you cut that dude with just a little mania You did it so, ... ah When the blood comma' down his neck ... Don't you know it was better than sex, now, now, now It was way better than getting mean 'cause it was, the final thing to do, now Get somebody to come on to you and then you just get somebody to to now, now, come on to you And then you kill 'em, yeah You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ... I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks Hey man, what's your style How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now How you get your adrenalin flowing Hey man, what's your style You know, I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style I ain't jealous of the way you're living Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living Hey, newspaper ... You did it so, wow, crudely, now With that blood coming down his chest It was way better than sex, now, now It was way better than getting mean It was the final thing to do Get somebody to came, come on to you, then Get somebody to, ah, come on to you Better kill them now Better kill him now, now Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now 'Cause I need kicks I need some kicks I'm getting bored I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Oh, give it now, kicks Yeah, need some kicks Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks Oh, give it me now, now Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...
7. Talking Book3:43
8. Into The Divine3:34
9. Coney Island Baby6:11

   Letra

   You know, man, when I was a young man in high school You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach All those older guys, they said he was mean and cruel But you know, I wanted to play football, for the coach They said I was to little too light weight to play line-back So I say I'm playing right-in Wanted to play football for the coach Cause, you know some day, man, you gotta stand up straight Unless you're gonna fall Then you're gonna die And the straightest dude I ever knew Was standing right for me, all the time So I had to play football for the coach And I wanted to play football for the coach When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour And you find that your soul, it has been up for sale And you getting to think about, all the things you done And you getting to hate just about everything But remember the princess who lived on the hill Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong And right now she just might come shining through and the glory of love, glory of love Glory of love, just might come through And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off They're talking behind your back saying, man you are never going to be a human being And you start thinking again About all those things that you've done And who it was and who it was And all the different things you made every different scene Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a sewer And just remember, different people have peculiar tastes And the Glory of love, the glory of love The glory of love, might see you through Yeah, but now, now Glory of love, the glory of love The glory of love, might see you through Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love Glory of love, glory of love Glory of love, now, glory of love, now Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through Oh, my Coney Island baby, now (I'm a Coney Island baby, now) I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel And the Lord appeared and he has one made of two Coney Island baby Man, I swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you
10. New Sensations6:07

    Letra

    I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid Two years ago today I was arrested on Christmas Eve I don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married I ain't no dog tied to a parked car Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations I want the principles of a timeless muse I want to eradicate my negative views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong but that's not what I want to hear all night long Some people are like human tuinals Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' a new sensations I took my GPZ out for a ride the engine felt good between my thighs The air felt cool, it's was forty degrees outside I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap sometimes I got lost and had to check the map I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke There were some country folk and some hunters inside somebody got themselves married and somebody died I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside and I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout your new sensations Talkin' new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations ...
11. Why Do You Talk2:38
12. Riptide4:13

    Letra

    She's out of her mind like the wind in the storm Oh, like the ocean in the dawn as it disappears, with the riptide She's out of her mind she's pulled away by the moon She's ripped from her sleep as the cold luna sweep gains control Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions Ah, ones you barely recognize In your sleep I heard your screaming, ooohhh "This is not voluntary! This is not voluntary! If this is life I'd rather die!" In the riptide, in the riptide She's out of her mind, riptide like a muscle that swells You know when you trip whether you're well or sick, your body aches She's out with the tide gone to a prisoner's dance Where a monkey's her date eating limbs off a plate with a spoon Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions said the seagull to the loon What you gonna do with your emotions She said "Please wake me up" She said "Don't touch me now" She said "I wish I was dead" With the riptide She's out of her mind riptide, you always win It happens over and over again riptide She's out of her mind like a hurricane's rain She does not stand a chance at this luna dance, riptide I was thinking of Van Gogh's last painting the wheatfields and the crows Is that perhaps what you've been feeling When you see the ground as you fall from the shy As the floors disappears from beneath your feet riptide She's going out of her mind out with the tide out of her mind riptide She's going out of her mind with the riptide She's going out of her mind ah, riptide
13. Original Wrapper4:49
14. Sex With Your Parents2:56
15. Dirty Blvd.6:06

    Letra

    Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got 9 brothers and sisters They're brought up on their knees It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man But that's a slim chance He's going to the boulevard He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard He's going out to the dirty boulevard He's going down to the dirty boulevard This room cost $2,000 a month You can believe it, man, it's true Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em That's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses Let's club 'em to death And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard Goin' out to the dirty boulevard They're going down on the dirty boulevard Goin' out Outside it's a bright night There's an opera at Lincoln Center Movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan But the lights are out on the mean streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel He's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th Street The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures And stares up at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3," he says, "I hope I can disappear." And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard I want to fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly from the dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away I want to fly