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Psychedelic 1967
CDDB: 870b580b
The Velvet Underground & Nico
Psychedelic 1967
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Sunday Morning | I`m Waiting For The Man | Femme Fatale | Venus In Furs | Run Run Run | All Tomorrow`s Parties | Heroin | There She Goes Again | I`ll Be Your Mirror | The Black Angel`s Death Song | European Son |CDDB: 870b580b
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The Velvet Underground-Heroin
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Lou Reed, John Cale & Nico (Le Bataclan '72) - Black Angels Death Song
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Le Bataclan '72 (2004) Le Bataclan '72 is a sixteen-track live album by Lou Reed, John Cale and Nico. It was recorded from the soundboard and heavily bootlegged over the years, before it gained an official release in 2004. This is from the legendary show recorded at the Bataclan club in Paris, on January 29, 1972. The concert marked the first time since the breakup of The Velvet Underground that Reed, Cale and Nico were on stage together.They return to the early Velvet Underground for an inspired "Black Angel Death Song." Reed's rhythmic chiming guitar incongruously fits beside Cale as he whittles away an austere viola counterpoint. Lyrics: The myriad choices of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep Where the black angel did weep Not an old city street in the east Gone to choose And the rally man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long To his skull-shrill yell Shining brightly red-rimmed and Red-lined with the time Infused with the mind On ice skates scraping chunks Say so long Cut mouth bleeding razor's making hard to forget Where you come from The stools of your eyes Serve to realize fame, come again And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse For the loss of his horse Went the bowels and the tail of the rat Gone to choose, choose to go And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame Have your head bobbed and weaved Choose a side to be on If the stone glances ...
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