The Murder Mystery (The Velvet Underground)

Candy-screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laughter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under subject of a great concern, noble origin Denigrate obtuse and active, verbs, pronouns, skewer the sieve of the optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballs that seep all the muck up, read all the books and the people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling Please raise the flag, rosy red carpet envy English used here; this messenger is nervous It's not fun at all out here in the hall Mister Moonlight, succulent smooth and gorgeous Isn't it nice? We're number one and so forth Isn't it sweet being unique For screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub; against the state, the country, the commitee; hold her head under the water, please, for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses; puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse, the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat, she is devoured by rats; there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat; it is here forth, hear to three, forthirightly stated Relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse and reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spin it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute Put down that rag simpering, callow and morose Who let you in? If I knew, then I could get out The murder you see is a mystery to me Dear Mister Muse, fellow of wit and gentry Medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty Fools that duel, duel in pools To Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the Bible; as king, I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up-up, a king full of virgin and kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander, dark wonders divest me of robes, sutures, Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silkscreen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse Tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the living try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double-dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse Objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon Oboeing me cordon the virus' section Off to the left is what is not right English arcane, tantamount here to frenzy Passing for me, lascivious elder passion Corpulent filth disguised as silk Contempt, contempt, and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for cordless and Harry and ape-pig and scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the messenger's skirt, would you please hook it higher, for children and adults, all those under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? A stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king, I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double-class inverse could make lying worth dying With cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings, for cheap understanding, for misunderstranding, the simple, the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business and business, and cheap stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying Exit the pig, enter the owl and gorgeous King on the left, it on the right and primping Adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll Folksy knockwurst, peel back the skin of French And what do you find? Follicles intertwining Succulent prose wrapped up in robes Off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories both lovely and guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonius sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water Jumpsuit and pigmeat and making his fortune, while making them happy with the inverse and obverse and making them happy and making them happy with the coy and the stupid, just another dumb lackey who puts out the one thing while singing the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother No one knows no nose is good news and senseless Extend the wine, drink here a toast to selfless Ten-year-old port is perfect in court Safety is nice, not an unwise word spoken Scary bad dreams made safe in lovely songs No doom or gloom allowed in this room Casbah and cascade and rosehip and feeling, cascade and cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven, skull-silly wagon and justice and perverse and reverse the inverse and inverse and inverse, blueberry catalog, questionable earnings, hustler's lament and the rest will in due cry, to battle and scramble and browbeat and hurt while chewing on minstrels and choking on dirt, disease please seems the order of the day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, casbah and cascade and rosehip and feeling, point of order, return the king here to the ceiling Oh, not to be whistled or studied or hummed or remembered at nights when the eye is alone, but to skewer and ravage and savage and split with the grace of a diamond then bellicose wit, to stun and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder Lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder Will you kindly read what it was I brought thee? Hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel Who let you in? Isn't it nice, the party? Aren't the lights pretty at night? Sick leaf and sorrow and pincers not scissors, regard and refrain from the daughters of marriage, regards for the elders and youngest in carriage, regard and regard for the inverse and perverse and obverse, and diverse, of reverse and reverse, regard from the sick, the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and then peeling to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inverse, reverse and perverse Contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned as they chew on their brains, the slick and the scum, reverse, inverse and perverse Plowing while it's done away Dumb and ready pig meat Sick upon the carpet Climb into the casket Safe within the parapet Sack is in the parapet Pigs are out and growling Slaughter by the seashore See the lifeguard drowning Sea is full of fishes Fishes full of china China plates are falling All fall down Sick and shiny carpet Lie before my eyes-eyes Lead me to the ceiling Walk upon the wall wall Tender as the green grass Drink the whisky horror See the young girls dancing Flies upon the beaches Beaches are for sailors Nuns across the sea-wall Black hood horseman raging Swordsman eating fire Fire on the carpet Set the house ablazing Seize and bring it flaming Gently to the ground ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune Fat and full of love-juice Drip it on the carpet Down below the fire hose Weep and whisky fortune Sail me to the moon, dear Drunken dungeon sailors Headless Roman horsemen The king and queen are empty Their heads are in the outhouse Fish upon the water Bowl upon the saviour Toothless wigged Laureate Plain and full of fancy Name upon a letterhead Impressing all the wheat germ Love you for a nickel Maul you for a quarter Set the casket flaming Do not go gentle blazing Sick upon the staircase Sick upon the staircase Blood upon the pillow Climb into the parapet See the church bells gleaming Knife that scrapes a sick plate Dentures full of air holes The tailor couldn't mend straight Shoot her full of air holes Climbing up the casket Take me to the casket Teeth upon her red throat Screw me in the daisies Rip upon her holler Snip the seas fantastic Treat her like a sailor Full and free and nervous Out to make his fortune Either this or that way Sickly or in good health Piss upon a building Like a dog in training Teach to heel or holler Yodel on a sing song Down upon the carpet Tickle polyester Sick within the parapet Screwing for a dollar Sucking on a fire-hose Chewing on a rubber line Tied to chairs and rare bits Pay another player Oh you're such a good lad Here's another dollar Tie him to the bedpost Sick with witches' covens Craving for a raw meat Bones upon the metal Sick upon the circle Down upon the carpet Down upon the carpet Down below the parapet Waiting for your bidding Pig upon the carpet Tumenescent railroad Neuro-anaesthesia analog Ready for a good look Drooling at the birches Swinging from the birches Succulent Nebraska