Venus in Furs Velvet Undrgound
Venus In Furs (velvet undergound)
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
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
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
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
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Here is one that I remember when it came in 1975 out by Jethro. He said he wrote it when he was depress and very down!!! LOL you never cold tell by the first versus" Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck." Depress or A bad hair day. I guess we all feel that way! Anyway I do think this was one of the class songs and it was a big hit then. The poetry was great and the feeling of it. Some others are that are great music poetry are The doors, Bob Dylan just to name a few. Here the who song, and as always drop me a coment and let me know what you think.
AqualungSitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
posted by: mercuryrising (reply)
post date: 05.10.06 (6:40 am)
Sadomasochism. I've always loved this song, I love the energy and how loud it is! I have heard that Reed was on acid when he wrote it.. not sure how accurate that is but it's a great song nonetheless.
posted by: Supremeanna (reply)
post date: 05.10.06 (8:49 am)
Lyrics always hit me first; the tune itself is irrelevant. If a song has impact with me, it's the lyrics.
posted by: rheeb (reply)
post date: 05.21.06 (3:15 pm)
Hey, in Fleetwood Mac's song, "Gypsy", Stevie Nicks began by singing, "So, I'm back to the velvet underground." I am relatively young, and I am unsure of what a "velvet underground" is. Do you know?
