Let’s begin the post by wishing good things for Helen, our host. In the hospital twice in a week for curious reasons? Godspeed.
This was the hardest prompt for me to work with so far. (A secret that I don’t really want out in the open: I’m not much good for lyrics…)
Talk about your round-about way to get there.
I searched my archives, and “last” came up with a bunch of Yoko Ono (Plastic Ono Band). None of those really worked. I thought, ‘last’, like forever? final?” and I got, among other things, “Forever Now” by The Psychedelic Furs, who I continue to love, but the lyrics didn’t really fit what I was thinking. I came to “Forever Changed”, from the great John Cale and Lou Reed tribute to Andy Warhol, Songs for Drella. And then, the very last song, “Hello It’s Me”, a song about what they wished had been their last words to Andy before he died.
It’s true I think about death a fair amount, and I know some reasons why, but isn’t that normal? Do all of us ponder death, think about lost loved ones, and how we ourselves fit into the cosmic ether? I’m guessing ‘yes’?
For those that don’t know it, this is a great album, by two of the greats in the history of recorded music, loaded with lyrical gems and deft composition.
Song: Hello It’s Me
Album: Songs for Drella
Artist: John Cale and Lou Reed
Song Writer: Lou Reed (it’s unclear, but probably the lyrics are Lou only)
Thanks to Helen for the challenge; Song Lryic Sunday
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 for 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 though 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, it was a great gallery show
Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows
I wish I 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 hurt, I didn’t laugh
Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph
Well, now Andy, I guess we’ve got to go
I wish someway, somehow, you like this little show
I know this is late in coming, but it’s the only way I know
Hello, it’s me-
Lyrics at Genius.com
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