Linger on... In memoriam

Se ha muerto Lou Reed. A los setenta y uno. Joven, la verdad, aunque tal vez haya aguantado mucho para la vida que ha debido de llevar.

Hace tiempo que no escuchaba nada suyo. Supongo que estos días las noticias se encargarán de compensarlo. Pero durante un tiempo fui adicta a su época en la Velvet. Para mí Lou Reed es básicamente la Velvet y no le he seguido la pista después, la verdad. Es una de las cosas que tengo que agradecerle a aquel novio de la adolescencia que me dio tan mala vida (o con el que me di tan mala vida). Tenía un gusto musical excelente y me descubrió bastantes cosas, entre ellas, a la Velvet.

Al poco de llegar a Madrid conseguí ahorrar para comprarme la caja 'Peel it slowly and see' que ponía una y otra vez y era como un tesoro. Lo que no tuve nunca y sin embargo deseé mucho es una camiseta con el famoso plátano pop de Andy Warhol. Supongo que ahora sería mucho más fácil hacerse una pero también por eso pierde un poco la gracia. Y creo que ya no tengo edad tampoco.

De aquel cofre me gustaba casi todo pero lo que más: Pale blue eyes, Sweet Jane, Stephanie Says, I'll be your mirror, I'm waiting for the man, Heroin, Satellite of love, Femme fatale. No necesariamente en ese orden.

Y no sé qué poneros de entre todo eso. Así os voy a poner dos.

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I've had but couldn't keep.
I've had but couldn't keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I'd put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can't stand up.
Down for you is up."
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I'd do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you're my best friend.
But it's truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

I'm waiting for my man
Got twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just waiting for a dear, dear friend of mine
Waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Hey baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
You know that I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, feeling so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just some more time
I'm waiting for my man

I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man

Alright, I'm waiting for my man
Alright, I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man, oh you got it
I'm waiting for my man, you know
I'm waiting for my man, please baby

Descanse en paz.