Hello It's Me

Andy, it's me, haven't seen you in a while I wished I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy Hello, it's me I really miss you, I really miss your mind I haven't heard ideas like that for such a long, long time I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint But when I saw you last, I turned away When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart Things always seem to end before they start Hello, it's me, that was a great gallery show Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Hello, it's me "Pop goes pop artist", the headline said "Is shooting a put-on, is Warhol really dead" You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar They really hated you, now all that's changed But I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph Oh well, now Andy, guess we've got to go I wish some way somehow you like this little show I know this is late in coming but it's the only way I know Hello, it's me Goodnight, Andy Goodbye, Andy --- Hello It's Me - John Cale and Lou Reed