John Cale

Hey let me tell you about my dream
There isn’t really much tell
At first I’m playing in the Velvet Underground
Then I’m speaking welsh and I can do the double .?
Then I’m on the West-coast all
Fucked up on heroine and speed
And then I’m riding in the back of someones car
And I’m saying all these nasty things about Lou Reed, Lou Reed
Nobody can take my dream away
Nobody can take my dream away
Nobody can take my dream away
Away, away
And then it’s nighttime in New York
It’s cold and I can see my breath
It’s cold I think I may be stopping for a drink
At the white horse tavern where I drink myself to death, to death
Nobody can take my dream away
Nobody can take my dream away
Nobody can take my dream away
Away, away