Lou Reed (nacido como Lewis Allen Reed el 2 de marzo de 1942 en Freeport, Long Island, Nueva York - 27 de octubre de 2013) fue un cantante y escritor de rock, considerado el padre del rock independiente, primero como líder del grupo The Velvet Underground y luego en solitario. Enormemente influyente en el arte pop desde la década de los 60, sus principales discos son Rock'n Roll Animal, Transformer y, para un primer acercamiento, el soberbio concierto que ofreció en el Meltdown Festival: Perfect Night Live in London.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Date: Tue, 11 Nov 1997 21:47:32 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Kill Your Sons by Lou Reed
Date d'envoi: dimanche 11 novembre 1997 21:40 Objet: Kill_your_sons by Lou Reed
All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock They say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad Instead of mental hospital But everytime you tried to read a book You couldn't get to page 17 'Cause you forgot, where you were So you couldn't even read
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away Mom informed me on the phone She didn't know what to do about dad Took an axe and broke the table Aren't you glad you're married And sister, she got married on the island And her husband takes the train He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain They're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run away Creedmore treated me very good But Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped on PHC I was so sad I didn't even get a letter All of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of fun But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke You choke like a son of a gun
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons They're gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away