"Tripitena's Speech"
album _The Raven_
(Lou Reed, 2003)

written by Lou Reed


        My love
        The king by any other name a pissoir
        You, my love tower over them all
        they are but vermin beneath your heels
        They are monkeys
        Suit them, frame them to your own vision
        but do not let one false word
        of mockery seep through to your vast heart
        I have seen you from close and afar and your worth
        far exceeds your height, your width
        the depth of your sorrow
        Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love
        our linked fortunes
        our hearts melded together
        into one fine golden braided finery
        They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves
        with the sordid Miseries of their businesses
        They are not the things of angels
        nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to
        Your loathsome vomitous
        businessman king is of the lowest order
        his advisors
        crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice
        My love
        dress them in the suits of mockery
        and in their advanced state of stupidity
        and senility
        burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost
        which they so much deserve
        If justice on this earth be fleeting
        let us for once hear the weeping
        and the braying of the businessman king
        Let them be the the orangutans they are
        and set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see
        hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains
        and petticoats which you will have them wear
        under the guise of costumic buffoonery
        He who underestimates
        in time is bound to find the truth sublime
        and hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder
        you're not worth shitting on

transcribed by Shiroh KOUCHI (wildside@mx21.tiki.ne.jp)