Words and music: lou reed & john cale



Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while

I wished i talked to you more when you were alive

I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy

Hello it's me

I really miss you, i really miss your mind

I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time

I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint

But when i saw you last i turned away



When billy name was sick and locked up in his room

You asked me for some speed, i though it was for you

I'm sorry that i doubted your good heart

Things always seem to end before they start



Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show

Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows

I wish i paid more attention when they laughed at you

Hello it's me



"pop goes pop artist," the headline said

"is shooting a put-on, is warhol really dead?"

You get less time for stealing a car

I remember thinking as i heard my own record in a bar



They really hated you, now all that's changed

But i have some resentments that can never be unmade

You hit me where it hurt i didn't laugh

Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph



Oh well now andy - guess we've got to go

I hope some way somehow you like this little show

I know it's late in coming but it's the only way i know

Hello it's me - goodnight andy...

Goodbye, andy


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