Written with Lou Reed.

Recorded by Nico for her first solo album.

Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle and Across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortunes Speak not of your woes Just steal yourself a holiday Crouching by the door Ride and sway to music's pain Searing with the sides Caress it with a lover's touch For it shall be your bride Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Purple is to yellow As sunlight is to rain Happiness in death you'll find Loveliness in pain Slash the golden whip, it slaps Across the lover's sides The earth trembles without remorse Preparing for to die Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Salty ocean waves and sprays Come crashing to the shore Bullies kick and kill young loves Down on barroom floors The gleaming knife cuts early Through the midnight air Cutting entrails in its path Blood runs without care Violence echoes through the land In heart of every man The knife stabs existent wounds Pulse runs through matted hair Excrement filters through the brain Hatred bends the spine Filth covers the body pores To be cleansed by dying time Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay

Written by Lou Reed and Stirling Morrison.

Recorded by Nico for her first solo album.

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Here's Room 506

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It's enough to make you sick

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Brigid's all wrapped up in foil

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You wonder if she can uncoil

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Here they come now

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See them run now

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Here they come now

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Chelsea Girls Here's Room 115 Filled with S&M queens Magic marker row You wonder just how high they go Here they come now... Here's Pope dear Ondine Rona's treated him so mean She wants another scene She wants to be a human being Here they come now... Pepper she's having fun She thinks she's some man's son Her perfect loves don't last Her future died in someone's past Here they come now... Dear Ingrid's found her lick She's turned another trick Her treats and times revolve She's got problems to be solved Here they come now... Poor Mary, she's uptight She can't turn out her light She rolled Susan in a ball And now she can't see her at all Here they come now... Dropout, she's in a fix Amphetamine has made her sick White powder in the air She's got no bones and can't be scared Here they come now... Here comes Johnny Bore He's collapsed on the floor They shot him up with milk And when he died, sold him for silk Here they come now... Here they come now...

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Written by Lou Reed and John Cale.

Recorded by Nico for her first solo album.

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Don't call me home, little sister

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Before the night is done

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My love and I are fleeing

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Running into the sun

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Turn to fly, go away

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Little bird, please don't stay

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Fare thee well Take up all your jewels and gold Bury them away in the earth Let your memory reduce them to dust But don't forget the knife that was thrust Turn to fly, go away Little bird, please don't stay Fare thee well Frozen kiss by the fountain Running into the sea Where shadows choose their horrors Designed for music Turn to fly, go away Little bird, please don't stay Fare thee well

Written with Lou Reed and John Cale.

Recorded by Nico for her first solo album.

Ooh... It was a pleasure then Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the Sunday people Were so quiet in the dark? Afraid to be better the next day La-la la-la la-la... It was a pleasure then When we could sit and stare again Until the stars fell through The cloudy trees onto the grass Stars to smile with us Until they, too, had tears in their eyes You tell us this one tale Of how much we must not agree Ooh... It was a pleasure then To see the dying days again In horror of the nights Never, never, never Never be too bright We've got no secret Heart to hide somewhere at last As long as we could see The sky confess this crime Of bitter tasting hatefulness Above our shattered minds It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure La-la la-la la-la... Ooh...

Written by John Cale.

Recorded by Nico for her first solo album.

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The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age

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Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings

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The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin

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Is diseased with familiar caresses Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay Among all the triumphs and jaded awards The angry and blazing circus of sun Blasphemes as the crown prince arises | | | | | You cannot beget all the sins that you owed To the people of paradise magic Pretend to answer passion and form With foreign rationalizations Primroses are the jewels that lurk Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear To advance and demand to be recognized | | | | | The river shall flow through hollow green faces Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues Redington sphinx asleep before birth The classical sensitive failures The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart Lying there and wait with your angels Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk The avaricious young lovers | | | | | | |

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Last night I said goodbye to my friend

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Last night I said goodbye to my friend

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Last night I saw his face and cried

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Last night I wiped the tears from my eyes

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I sat with my friend

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I kissed his cheek and held his hand

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Last night I said goodbye to my friend Last night I said goodbye to my friend Last night I said goodbye to my friend Last night I saw his face and cried Last night I wiped the tears from my eyes I sat with my friend And I held his hand Last night I said goodbye to my friend

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Always miss you and that's the truth

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We've been friends so long and I love you

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I can't believe this happened, it can't be real

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I don't know what to do or say or feel

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Last night I said goodbye to my friend | | | | | As the mighty have fallen, and all the idols fall And you were always saying you were ten feet tall ... You know it's not for real I don't know what to do or say or feel

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Last night I said goodbye to my friend Last night I said goodbye to my friend Last night I said goodbye to my friend Last night I said goodbye to my friend