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Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
You know, those were different times
Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, whoa
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
I'll tell you something, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah
Sweet Jane, ah, come on, baby
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, just watch me now
And there's even some evil mothers
Well, they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, ooh
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
But everyone who ever had a heart
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to her when he smiles, ah
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to her, hey, when she smiles
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
You know, those were different times
Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, whoa
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
I'll tell you something, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah
Sweet Jane, ah, come on, baby
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, just watch me now
And there's even some evil mothers
Well, they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, ooh
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
But everyone who ever had a heart
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to her when he smiles, ah
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to her, hey, when she smiles
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Lyrics submitted by capitol76, edited by rosalyre, Mellow_Harsher, Dianimal66, zhizhumao
Sweet Jane Lyrics as written by Lou Reed
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I was sick so I finally wrote this, because I had time! It is the underground world of the 70s as Lou Reed saw it, I originally thought it was written in the 80s, but I realized it was how Lou saw the world was going to be like. These themes refer to people, even after forty years, I can still think of people this refers to. Should you read "The Time Traveler's Wife" you will find that this song perfectly describes Henry and Claire's life when they were younger. A life where doc martins, cross dressers, bisexuals (such as myself), and mundane chores all over lap. You first see their club life, where every one knows every one, and then you see their day life, where every one is "normal" clerks, bankers, etc. And the ending is just general truths of life. Much like "Perfect Day"
The reality is that those who hang in clubs and have repeated casual sex are either lonely or they cannot maintain a love relationship. How many people in their 30's and 40's and up do you see hanging in clubs who are in long-term loving relationships? Let's be honest. There's a reason the clubs are not filled with people in their 40's and up...it's because they've matured enough to have lasting relationships where getting laid is NOT the center of their universe. There's a reason older people aspire to have love instead of just sex. They're not the idiots. They know what's important and they work to maintain loving, lasting relationships. Man, you couldn't pay me to disprespect myself enough to go home with a stranger. If ya gonna be a whore, at least be bright enough to get a BUCK for it. Geesh.
@EmpressHimiko, I really think you've picked up on something that the other posts have missed. Even straight-seeming middle-aged people like Jack and Jane have their kinks. And Jack has memories of a wilder era, the Roaring Twenties (the "different times"). <br /> <br /> @IllToast2That -- thanks for the lecture, but you really have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a musician, I'm 60, and I still go to clubs and festivals. I go less often now, but that's due to hearing damage, not to avoid those freaky kids and their rampant promiscuity. And I don't know anyone my age who looks back on their twenties and thirties and says "my only regret is that I got laid too much."