That autumn ‘98 Vineland read musta been dope

[peterthooper at juno.com]

From:	"Lou Reed Fake Book" 
To:	
Subject: Re: Pynchon-l is heroin 
Date:	Thu, 29 Oct 1998 11:30:24 -0800 

        You can't help me now, you guys
        And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
        You can all go take a walk 
        And I guess I just don't know
        And I guess that I just don't know

        P-List, be the death of me
        P-List, it's my wife and it's my life, ha, ha
        Because a mainline in my eyes
        Leads to a center in my head
        And then I'm better off than dead
        Because when the VLVL begins to flow    
        I really don't care anymore
        About all the Jim-Jims in this town
        And all the politicians making crazy sounds
        And everybody putting everybody else down
        And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
        'Cause when the VLVL begins to flow
        And I really don't care anymore
        Ah, when that P-LIST is in my thoughts    
        And the thoughts crash around in my head
        Then I thank God that I'm as good as dead
        And thank your God that I'm not aware
        And thank God that I just don't care
        And I guess that I just don't know
        Oh, and I guess that I just don't know