Gassed And Stoked - Loss - Mike Rathke, Lou Reed

    Well, you covered your tracks
    and now I can't see you
    You had your ashes scattered at sea
    There's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at
    You were in the NY Times obituary
    There's no record no tape no book no movie
    Some photographs and some memories
    Sometime I dial your photo number by mistake
    and this is what I hear

    This is no longer a working number baby
    Please redial your call
    This is no longer a working number
    Your party doesn't live here anymore
    This is no longer a working number
    if you still require help
    Stay on the line and an operator
    will try to bail you out

    I knew I should have seen you that Thursday
    I knew I shouldn't left
    But you sounded so good your spirits so up
    I thought I'd see you next week
    I say over and over if I had half a brain
    if I had half a brain in my head
    I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number
    and listening to what some recording said

    I knew I should have written, written things down
    I always say I'll never forget
    Who can forget a one-eye pilot
    Who's a concert pianist
    A 0painter a poet songwriter supreme
    My friends are blending in my head
    They're melting into one great spirit
    and that spirit isn't dead

    Now I may not remember everything that you said
    But I remember all the sings you've done
    And not a day goes by not an hour
    when I don't try to be like you
    You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
    and you were that way all the time
    So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselves
    every time I dial the wrong line

    This is no longer a working number baby


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