Nothing Compares to Lou
Edgar Allen Poe has nowhere to go living on death row in Tompkins Square Park
That was a song I wrote but never finished. Life. I threw batteries. I threw them out the window at cars. People— I hated. Lou was there. He saved my life. “You know exactly what you want, and you know exactly how to get it.” I heard him tell me this in a dream after he had died. People were always dying, but life with Lou Reed was closer to life and death than air. Lou likes the Big Sleep. There is no air in L.A…anyway….