the bed

• öldürücü lou reed şarkısı, depresan.
  özellikle "..and this is the place where she cut her wrists...that odd and fateful night.." dediği yer, ve sondaki o ürkütücü sesler..
• berlin albumundendir. yine gercek bir olaydan. the ravenda yeni bir versiyonu vardir.
  
  this is the place where she lay her head
  when she went to bed at night
  and this is the place our children were conceived
  candles lit the room brightly at night
  
  and this is the place where she cut her wrists
  that odd and fateful night
  and i said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
  and i said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
  
  this is the place where we used to live
  i paid for it with love and blood
  and these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf
  filled with her poetry and stuff
  
  and this is the room where she took the razor
  and cut her wrists that strange and fateful night
  and i said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
  and i said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
  
  i never would have started if i'd known
  that it's end this way
  but funny thing, i'm not at all sad
  that it stopped this way
  
  this is the place where she lay her head
  when she went to bed at night
  and this is the place our children were conceived
  candles lit the room brightly at night
  
  and this is the place where she cut her wrists
  that odd and fateful night
  and i said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
  and i said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
• devics'in ilk albümü buxom. no: 6
  
  second best at best
  you’ve been careless with me
  what do you see that you like in that black bearded bitch
  my rusty frame
  shall i fall
  to an aching body
  always alone
  i have to leave now
  to get through to you
  the lows of love, the lows of life, the lows of seeing a man die
  i’ve been waiting for this
  getting you in it-the bed
  what do you need
  what do you like and what do you get from this
  my thick shame, shall i fold to my empty body
  now i have to leave this
  to stick through to you
  the loads of pain, the loads of lies, the loads of seeing men die
  and i’ve been learning how to fall
  i’ve been stopped, trapped, bought
  it’s been seeping through my dreams, dreams
  and it’s coming out in screams
  heavy hate like a bow shooting slow
  well i’ve been there and i’m not scared to go back