[ti:Tripitena's Speech] [ar:Lou Reed] [al:The Sire Years: The Solo Collection] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.59]My love [00:02.44]The king by any other name a pissoir [00:07.18]You my love tower over them all [00:11.69]They are but vermin beneath your heels [00:14.88]They are monkeys [00:16.32]Suit them frame them to your own vision [00:19.69]But do not let one false word [00:22.54]Of mockery seep through to your vast heart [00:26.74]I have seen you from close and afar and your worth [00:30.07]Far exceeds your height your width [00:32.43]The depth of your sorrow [00:34.94]Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love [00:40.25]Our linked fortunes [00:42.33]Our hearts melded together [00:44.35]Into one fine golden braided finery [00:50.43]They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves [00:53.86]With the sordid Miseries of their businesses [00:56.97]They are not the things of angels [00:59.36]Nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to [01:05.32]Your loathsome vomitous [01:07.04]Businessman king is of the lowest order [01:12.41]His advisors [01:13.52]Crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice [01:20.08]My love [01:21.27]Dress them in the suits of mockery [01:23.62]And in their advanced state of stupidity [01:26.20]And senility [01:27.73]Burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost [01:31.92]Which they so much deserve [01:35.93]If justice on this earth be fleeting [01:38.61]Let us for once hear the weeping [01:41.10]And the braying of the businessman king [01:45.86]Let them be the the orangutans they are [01:48.90]And set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see [01:52.55]Hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains [01:55.63]And petticoats which you will have them wear [01:57.91]Under the guise of costumic buffoonery [02:02.86]He who underestimates [02:04.45]In time is bound to find the truth sublime [02:08.18]And hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder [02:14.15]Businessmen [02:16.15]You're not worth shitting on