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Mientras la reciente noticia de la muerte de Lou Reed sigue haciendo ecos a lo largo y ancho del planeta, en Hastings Inglaterra, Whitey decide beberse dos botellas de vino y transformar su tristeza en un cover de la canción Waves of Fear.
En palabras de Whitey:
Tonight, Lou Reed died. It got to me. He is one of the very few musicians that matters, a giant overlooking the birth of glam, punk, psychedelia and modern rock n roll. I’m currently in a borrowed apartment looking out to sea the British coast, outside the ‘storm of the century’ is battering the building, the windows are shaking with the pressure of the wind. Nature is howling. I couldn’t sleep in this chaos, and decided to do a cover. And there could only be one choice of song.
Four intense hours, and two bottles of wine later, its 3:45am and here it is. I hope it does the original some slight justice. For me this has always been a neglected classic- I know those moments he is talking about, those twisted rooms. So will many of you out there. His song captures the bleak horror of those hours outside of time.
The song ends with the actual sound of the storm battering the windows of the apartment, recorded live.
I’ve set this track to be a free download- but if you choose to donate, I will forward any monies to a charity relevant to his death. At 4:00am as I write this, his cause of death is not clear- but his recent liver transplant speaks volumes. I guess those reckless years caught up and carried him away.
R.I.P Lou.
Hastings, England
In the centre of a storm


Waves of fear, attack in the night
waves of revulsion, sickening sights
My heart’s nearly bursting, my chest’s choking tightWaves of fear, waves of fearWaves of fear, squat on the floor
looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood drips from my nose, I can barely breathe
waves of fear, I’m too scared to leaveWaves of fear, waves of fear
waves of fear, waves of fear
I’m too afraid to use the phone
I’m too afraid to put the light on
I’m so afraid I’ve lost control
I’m suffocating without a word
Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
what’s that funny noise, what’s that on the floor
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse my tremors, I jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in hell
Waves of fear, waves of fear
waves of fear, waves of fear

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