Hello It's Me - 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 wish 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