Regurgitating Prisms, Deepening Curtsies: Which Lyrics Are Really From Lulu?
Compiled by Matt Ealer, Josh Gallaway, and Brad Nelson
Lulu, the unearthly result of a collaboration between Lou Reed and Metallica, is composed of slow, meditative, minimal riffs and sometimes snaking, ambient horror over which Reed, in a sort of drained yet bold drawlas if working around the idea of the musicarticulates graphic, surreal and vaporous images of Lulu (of the Frank Wedekind plays Earth Spirit and Pandora's Box) and her worshipers. A triumph of lazy spiral-bound nihilism, the style is relatively easy to inhabit (brazenly sexual, casually racist, occasionally disregarding how words work), and so we've assembled several fake rhymes and strewn them about real live lyrics from this impossible record. Can you tell the difference?
1. Would you top me off
Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy
2. I have a process in which
You are mute and panties
That snake through meaning
3. We are subjugated to your coniferous demeaning
Whores in your closet, your rug a painting
4. Will you adore the river
The stream, the trickle
The tributary of my heart
5. Cretaceous spine
Fall to my knees and glisten
Brooding like oil in the faucet
6. Burning fever burning on my forehead
The brain that once was listening now
Shoots out its tiresome message
Who is your answer?
Why is it semen, cement-thick like a train wreck?
Like an icepick
Digging into the empty head of the candy bar
Spurting its love knowledge, lukewarm and sweet
9. I can't put my honey pot in a jar
Or a heart or a fist of some young boy
10. The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?
Like your regurgitating prism
12. Hispanic organ grinder killed his monkey
On an LA backstreet
He defies you, dies alone
13. The answer is patricide
Father is the child of blood and jewels
And tissues of the disused prick
14. The cook got drunk and all the whores they shrunk
Onto the size of dessert plates
But me I'm happy cause I got my little nappy
And some opium to set me straight
Like an abscess
Twinklin' around under the moonlight of jagged tears
She's a head cold
16. I'm only young once
I want to taste it all and have fun
Answers on the next page!