DESCRIPTION:
A tribute to Lou Reed at the time of his passing.


When your dark and you want the windows closed
When you insist you don't want really new clothes
When all you know are records and a bong
When all your druggy friends are the only ones who'll tag along
I think of you, ohh.

Lying on the floor, cheap booze, the carpet stained
Don't really feel a thing, to high to complain
Opium we bought right on over the bridge
People seemed to fall away, lost in thought on that ridge
I think of you, ohh.

26th St was mostly hookers then
We would drive on past, take paper to pen
Coping every night, that was our world
Everyone was there, everyone was there

So many times, we listened to "Berlin"
So happy just to find someone to revel in
Oh Jim, why'd you treat us this way
I took solace in your truth, felt so dark in those days
I think of you, ohh, I think of you.

Adam Bernstein @2013