The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
My house is very beautiful at night
My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
He's dead - at peace at last, the Wandering Jew
Other friends has put stones on his grave
He was the first great man that I had ever met
Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board
To dial a spirit - across the room it soared
We were happy and amazed at what we saw
Blazing stood the proud and regal name 'Delmore'
Delmore, I missed all your funny ways
I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My Dedalus to your Bloom
Was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house
Makes things perfect
I really got a lucky life
My writing, my motorcycle and my wife
And to top it all off, a spirit of pure poetry
Is living in this stone-and-wood house with me
The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
Our house is very beautiful at night
Our house is very beautiful at night X3
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
My house is very beautiful at night
He's dead - at peace at last, the Wandering Jew
Other friends has put stones on his grave
He was the first great man that I had ever met
To dial a spirit - across the room it soared
We were happy and amazed at what we saw
Blazing stood the proud and regal name 'Delmore'
I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My Dedalus to your Bloom
Was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house
Makes things perfect
My writing, my motorcycle and my wife
And to top it all off, a spirit of pure poetry
Is living in this stone-and-wood house with me
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
Our house is very beautiful at night
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No comments?! This is probably Lou's most beautiful, sincere post-Velvets song. It pays tribute to one of his biggest influences - Delmore Schwartz - while Lou is living in isolated domestic bliss with his wife Sylvia.
'The Blue Mask', despite its thrashing, frustrated, existentially morbid title-track, is one of the most beautiful, blissful and heartfelt albums ever cut by anyone, and is essential listening for anyone who wants a glimpse of 'the real Lou Reed', in the same way that 'Blood on the Tracks' offers a glimpse of 'the real Bob Dylan', or 'Tunnel of Love' ditto 'the real Bruce Springsteen'.
Indeed. When I think of Canadian Geese, I always think of one of Lou Reed's finest song-poems, his "My House" from The Blue Mask
Indeed. When I think of Canadian Geese, I always think of one of Lou Reed's finest song-poems, his "My House" from The Blue Mask