The Valley Of Unrest

Lou Reed

Rowena:



Far away far away

Are not all lovely things far away

As far at least lies that valley

as the bedridden sun in the luminous east

The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river

Are not all things lovely far away

Are not all things lovely far away



It is a valley where time is not interrupted

Where its history shall not be interpreted

Stories of satan's dart of angel wings

Unhappy things

Within the valley of unrest



The sun ray dripped all red

The dell was silent

All the people having gone to war

Leaving no interrogator to mind

the willful looting the pale past knowledge

The sly mysterious stars

The unguarded flowers leaning

The tulips overhead paler

The terror stricken sky

Rolling like a waterfall

over the horizon's fiery wall

A visage full of meaning



How the unhappy shall confess

As Roderick watches like a human eye

While violets and lilies wave

Like banners in the sky

Hovering over and above a grave

As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew

Coming down in gems

There's no use to pretend

Though gorgeous clouds fly

Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever

Far away far away



Roderick, whatever thy image may be

Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee

Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep

Oh tortured day

The strains still arrive

I hear the bells

I have kept my vigilance

Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower

Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating

To not hear the beating heart

But only tears of perfect moan

Only tears of perfect moan