The Velvet Underground Run, Run, Run with Lyrics in Description



Track 5 from their debut album “The Velvet Underground & Nico” released in 1967 copyright Verve Records. Formed in New York City by Lou Reed and John Cale, they caught the interest of pop artist Andy Warhol. He took them under his wing, becoming a mentor and producer. Their music was experimental and alternative, combining the avant-garde with rock ‘n’ roll. The only problem was, no one cared. Their albums were dismissed by critics and sold poorly. Decades later, the band is now celebrated as being hugely influential to those that followed, and the earliest example of what would become punk rock. Nico, a German singer and model, and a friend of Warhol’s, is featured on three songs. Written by Lou Reed and produced by Andy Warhol & Tom Wilson. RIP Tom Wilson, Andy Warhol, Nico, Sterling Morrison & Lou Reed. Featuring:

Lou Reed – Lead vocals, lead guitar, ostrich guitar, background vocals & sound effects
John Cale – Electric viola, piano, bass, celesta, background vocals & sound effects
Sterling Morrison – Lead & rhythm guitars, bass & background vocals
Maureen Tucker – Drums & percussion
Special Guest:
Nico – Lead & background vocals

Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave, “I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square, you never know who you’re gonna find there”

You gotta run, run, run, run, run, take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run, Gypsy Death and you, tell you whatcha do

Marguerita Passion had to get her fix, she wasn’t well, she was gettin’ sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn’t high, didn’t know, thinks she could buy it

Run, run, run, run, run, take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run, Gypsy Death and you, tell you whatcha do

Seasick Sarah had a golden nose, hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn’t know, they couldn’t make the scene

She had to run, run, run, run, run, take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run, Gypsy Death and you, tell you whatcha do

Beardless Harry, what a waste, couldn’t even get a small-town taste
Rode the trollies down to forty-seven, figured he was good to get himself to Heaven

Because he had to run, run, run, run, run, take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run, Gypsy Death and you, tell you whatcha do

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