Lou Reed My House
The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake My house is very beautiful at night My friend and teacher occupies a spare room He's dead - at peace at last the Wandering Jew Other friends has put stones on his grave He was the first great man that I had ever met Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board To dial a spirit - across the room it soared We were happy and amazes at what we saw Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore Delmore, I missed all your funny ways I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said My Dedalus to your Bloom Was such a perfect wit And to find you in my house Makes things perfect I really got a lucky life My writhing, my motorcycle and my wife And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry Is living in this stone and wood house with me The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake Our house is very beautiful at night Our house is very beautiful at night X3
