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Artist:Underground Velvet
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Album:The Velvet Underground
Track:The Murder Mystery
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring
memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and
filthy with laughter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious
desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time,
requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions,
spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin
raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out
here in the hall
for screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her
over the tub, against the state, the country, the committe, hold her head under the water please for
an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a
sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a
sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by
rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly
put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could
get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup,
sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I
must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of
virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures
Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts
his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue
squealing the reverse and inverse
objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me
cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right
contempt, contempt and contempt
for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig
and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and
magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos
under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom
worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe
and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying
accept the pig, enter the Owl
and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his
off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories both lovely and
guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes,
scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men,
swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the
wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of
what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water
no one knows no nose is good
news and senseless extend the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in
Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven
skull silly wagon and justice and perverse and reverse the inverse and inverse and inverse,
blueberry catalog, questionable earnings, hustler's lament and the rest will in due cry, to battle
and scramble and browbeat and hurt while chewing on minstrels and choking on dirt, disease please
seems the order of the day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, Casbah and
Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, point of order return the king here to the
razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me
bolder, will you kindly read what it was I brought thee
sick leaf and sorrow and pincers
net-scissors, regard and refrain from the daughters of marriage, regards for the elders and youngest
in carriage, regard and regard for the inverse and perverse and obverse, and diverse, of reverse and
reverse, regard from the sick, the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too
marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure
to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and
structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inverse, reverse and perverse
while it's done away dumb and ready pig meat sick upon the carpet climb into the casket safe within
the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the
lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down
sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender
as the green grass drink the whisky horror see the young girls dancing flies upon the beaches
beaches are for sailors nuns across the sea-wall black hood horseman raging swordsman eating
fire on the carpet set the house ablazing seize and bring it flaming gently to the ground
ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire
hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear drunken dungeon sailors headless Roman
horsemen the king and queen are empty their heads are in the outhouse fish upon the water bowl upon
the saviour tooothless wigged Laureate plain and full of fancy name upon a letterhead impressing all
wheatgerm love you for a nickel ball you for a quarter set the casket flaming do not go gentle

Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
denigrate obtuse and active verbs
pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up,
puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading
and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
mister moonlight succulent smooth and
gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
relent and
obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an
reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on
the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute.
dear Mister
Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in
tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the
compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing
at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse
and perverse
English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion
corpulent filth disguised as silk
with cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate
ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and
stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real
thing is dying
folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles
intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
jumpsuit and pig meat and making his
fortune, while making them happy with the inverse and obverse and making them happy and making them
happy with the coy and the stupid, just another dumb lackey, who puts out one thing, while singing
the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother
safety is nice not an unwise
word spoken scary, bad dreams made safe in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this
oh, not to be whistled or studied or hummed or remembered at nights, when the I is alone,
but to skewer and ravage and savage and split with the grace of a diamond, bellicose wit, to stun
and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home
to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice the party? aren't the lights pretty
at night?
contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and
two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on
the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty
pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse,
reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and
let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned
as they chew on their brains, the slick and the scum, reverse, inverse and perverse
sick upon
the staircase sick upon the staircase blood upon the pillow climb into the parapet see the church
bells gleaming knife that scrapes a sick plates of dentures full of air holes the tailor couldn't
mend straight shoot her full of air holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth upon
her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her holler snip the seas fantastic treat her like a
sailor full and free and nervous out to make his fortune either this or that way sickly or in good
health piss upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down
upon the carpet
tickle polyester sick within the parapet screwing for a dollar sucking on a
fire-hose chewing on a rubber line tied to chairs and rare bits pay another player oh you're such a
good lad here's another dollar tie him to the bedpost sick with witches' covens craving for a raw
meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below
the parapet waiting for your bidding pig upon the carpet tumescent railroad neuro-anaesthesia analog
ready for a good look drooling at the birches swinging from the birches succulent Nebraska
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