Waves Of Fear (Lou Reed cover)

by Whitey

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Tonight, Lou Reed died. He is one of the few musicians that consistently mattered to me over the years, a giant overlooking the birth of glam, punk, psychedelia and modern rock n roll. I'm currently in a borrowed apartment looking out to sea on the British coast, outside the 'storm of the century' is battering the building, the room is shaking from the pressure of the wind. I couldn't sleep in this chaos, and decided to do a cover.

Four stormy hours, and two bottles of wine later, its 3:45am and here it is. For me this song has always been a neglected classic- I know those moments he is talking about, those twisted rooms. So will many of you out there. His song captures the bleak horror of those hours outside of time.

The song ends with the actual sound of the storm battering the windows of the apartment, recorded live.

I've set this track to be a free download- but if you choose to donate, I will forward any monies to a charity relevant to his death. At 4:00am as I write this, his cause of death is not clear- but his recent liver transplant speaks volumes. I guess those reckless years caught up and carried him away.

R.I.P Mr Reed.

Nathan
Hastings, England
From the storm
10/28/2013

lyrics

Waves of fear, attack in the night
waves of revulsion, sickening sights
My heart's nearly bursting, my chest's choking tight

Waves of fear, waves of fear

Waves of fear, squat on the floor
looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood drips from my nose, I can barely breathe
waves of fear, I'm too scared to leave

Waves of fear, waves of fear
waves of fear, waves of fear

I'm too afraid to use the phone
I'm too afraid to put the light on
I'm so afraid I've lost control
I'm suffocating without a word

Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
what's that funny noise, what's that on the floor
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse at my tremors, jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in Hell
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in Hell

Waves of fear, waves of fear
waves of fear, waves of fear

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released October 28, 2013

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