Lou Reed/Metallica Collabo Anticipation Thread

lol superheavy

megadeth
hank williams
tom waits
superheavy
jane's addiction
wynton marsalis

love this.

Okay J3ff that's amazing news.

you were there when dave mustaine found out about Lulu

this thread keeps getting better and better

Should've asked him to record an introduction for the precovers project.

Lulu Sells ... But Who's Buying The New Megadeth Album?

Ok it was kind of funny to joke that this gets better after like ~10 listens but in full earnestness it does. Listened to it a dozen times now and it's just wonderful.

You are the table.

New Megadeth album is actually pretty darn good, but that obviously isn't nearly as notable as the train wreck that this is going to be.

New Megadeth album is actually pretty darn good, but that obviously isn't nearly as notable as the train wreck album of the decade that this is going to be.

Man, you typed that wrong. You're welcome.

Jeff you're a God

megadeth
hank williams
tom waits
superheavy
jane's addiction
wynton marsalis

Picturing these jewel boxes scattered across the passenger seat of Guy Fieri's BMW.

what's this about Ray Davies recording with Metallica?

DRAGON LYRICS POSTED
DRAGON LYRICS POSTED
DRAGON LYRICS POSTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dragon

You don't actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You're not really there
Hallucination

I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination

I understand you think you're above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination

Oh you think you're so special
That there's no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We're mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy

An idiot's idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we're a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you're able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature

To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers

We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body

The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don't even see us
You were never caring

You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You're way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying

I'm clawing your chest
'Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox

I'm doomed, I'm swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?

The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?

You're way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You're way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy

My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying

You're way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It's true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot's idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin' sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We're meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants

Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you're so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are

The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected

An idiot's idiocy
My caring for you
You think I'm a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin' feet on
When you're able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring

Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring

Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?

Kotex. Jukebox.

oh lord

You think I'm a book or a table

Everyone knows that Hetfield is the table, sheesh.

Lou may or may not be a book tho

an idiot's idiocy

:-0

one thing i've been wondering about -- are these lyrics from lulu's perspective? is that what's happening? what's happening?

Some Kind Of Table...

"Dave Mustaine and David Johansen to team for musical adaptation of Henry & June"

Could've been worse. Could'be been "Kotex Juicebox".

ok, looking at this, it seems that it is from the perspective of the men who are in love with/obsessed with lulu. probably.

lulu is the union of laurie anderson and lou reed

l(a)u-l(o)u

o luluman

"We love you haughty"

i hope this is sung like that "we like to party party" song on the album

The taste of your pizza, everything on it

Red sauce of idiocy

i'm just trying to wrap my head around the idea of an actual human being sitting down and writing the phrase "Kotex jukebox"

lou reed is not an actual human being

he is a table

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/246/515566721_d0df489f5b.jpg

http://shop.fruitionlv.com/uploaded_images/jukebox-799394.jpg

The table is the table, to me, and always will be.

Welcome Home (Sanitary Pad)

"kotex jukebox" is the best part of those lyrics, as gross as it is it's pretty much the only thing that isn't a cliche or just boring strings of words

it's crazy enough to imagine lou singing "The taste of your vulva, everything on it"
but imagine if that's a hetfield-sung line omg

Yeah, I went through those lyrics too, suddenly thinking "Oh, no, what if that's a Jamez line?"

probably not a james line

I AM THE VULVA

Maybe he was just saying "Vulv", but that metal Mark E. Smith voice he uses took over.

body/haughty is fucking shameful

^^^^lyric from Mistress Dread iirc

you think lou's shame issues would've prevented that couplet from being written

Tables don't feel shame, duh.