Étiquette de média : Waiting for the man

  • Waiting for the man

    Date : 1993
    Demo 1993

    Paroles et musique : Lou Reed

    Groupe : Black Noddles
    Album : Demo 1993

    Musiciens :
    Siegfried G : voix, piano, harmonica
    Eric C : guitare, voix
    Stéphane « guitar hero » L : guitare
    Philippe T : basse
    Philippe J : batterie
    Silvia C : voix
    Karine P : voix

    Paroles :
    I’m waiting for my man
    Twenty-six dollars in my hand
    Up to Lexington, 125
    Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
    I’m waiting for my man
    Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown?
    Hey, white boy, you chasin’ our women around?
    Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind
    I’m just lookin’ for a dear, dear friend of mine
    I’m waiting for my man
    Here he comes, he’s all dressed in black
    PR shoes and a big straw hat
    He’s never early, he’s always late
    First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
    I’m waiting for my man
    Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
    Everybody’s pinned you, but nobody cares
    He’s got the works, gives you sweet taste
    Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
    I’m waiting for my man
    Baby don’t you holler, darlin’ don’t you bawl and shout
    I’m feeling good, you know I’m gonna work it on out
    I’m feeling good, I’m feeling oh so fine
    Until tomorrow, but that’s just some other time
    I’m waiting for my man

  • Waiting for the man

    Date : 1995
    Live 1995

    Paroles et musique : Lou Reed

    Groupe : Les Vaches Folles
    Album : Concert à l’IGN

    Musiciens :
    Siegfried G : voix, guitare
    Stéphane « guitar hero » L : guitare
    Benoît D : basse
    Stéphane P : batterie

    Paroles :
    I’m waiting for my man
    Twenty-six dollars in my hand
    Up to Lexington, 125
    Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
    I’m waiting for my man
    Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown?
    Hey, white boy, you chasin’ our women around?
    Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind
    I’m just lookin’ for a dear, dear friend of mine
    I’m waiting for my man
    Here he comes, he’s all dressed in black
    PR shoes and a big straw hat
    He’s never early, he’s always late
    First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
    I’m waiting for my man
    Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
    Everybody’s pinned you, but nobody cares
    He’s got the works, gives you sweet taste
    Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
    I’m waiting for my man
    Baby don’t you holler, darlin’ don’t you bawl and shout
    I’m feeling good, you know I’m gonna work it on out
    I’m feeling good, I’m feeling oh so fine
    Until tomorrow, but that’s just some other time
    I’m waiting for my man