Hello It's Me Songtext
von Lou Reed / John Cale

Andy, it′s me
Haven't seen you in a while
I wish 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
For such a long, long time
I love 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 thought it was for you
I'm sorry if 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

Well, now, Andy, I guess we've gotta go
I wish someway, somehow, you like this little show
I know this is late in coming but it′s the only way I know
Hello, it's me
Goodnight, Andy

Goodbye, Andy