Nico started a successful career as a model in Berlin and Paris, studied acting at Lee Strasberg's New York Actor Studio. She then became part of the Swinging London scene, and had a short relationship with The Rolling Stones' Brian Jones and she recorded her first record in London in 1965, the single I'm Not Saying/The Last Mile, produced by Jimmy Page, for Rolling Stones manager Andrew Loog Oldham's label Immediate Records. Thanks to Jones she met Andy Warhol in New York City and became part of Warhol's Factory, and Warhol introduced her to the Rock band The Velvet Underground, with whom she recorded the album "The Velvet Underground & Nico", featuring the legendary banana cover designed by Andy Warhol. The album has been named by numerous publications as one of the top 100 albums of all time, and is often considered one of history's 10 most influential albums by critics.
Nico later recorded several solo albums, including the folksy Chelsea Girl in 1967, followed by original albums such as The Marble Index and Desertshore, which were much darker and avant garde in style. She released several more albums throughout the 1970s and 1980s, including The End..., but died in 1988 from a cerebral hemorrhage after falling from her bike in Ibiza, Spain. She is buried in Berlin, next to her mother.
Solo studio discography:
1967 - Chelsea Girl
1969 - The Marble Index
1970 - Desertshore
1974 - The End...
1981 - Drama of Exile
1985 - Camera Obscura
Live discography:
1974 - June 1, 1974 (with Kevin Ayers, John Cale, and Brian Eno)
1986 - Behind the Iron Curtain
1986 - Live Heroes
1986 - Nico in Tokyo
1989 - Hanging Gardens
1993 - Do or Die!
1994 - Heroine
1994 - Fata Morgana
1994 - Live in Pécs 1985
2000 - In Europe: Do or Die, Diary 1982
2001 - Janitor of Lunacy
2003 - 1972-01-29: Le Bataclan, Paris, France (with Lou Reed and John Cale)
2007 - All Tomorrow's Parties: Live
The End
Nico Lyrics
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If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
Hundreds and fifties stay on my mind you niggas know what’s up
Treat the competition like origami I fold em upEveryone on hush when it come to me they ain’t bold enough
Sever both your legs then I’m asking you how you holding up, aye
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
They hate it when they see a nigga live it up
All this forty-two that’s in my system got my vision stuck
Little boy done said too much now we gotta go stitch em up
Only on the third lap and I see these niggas giving up
You can read the fakes from the real when it’s getting tough
Circle hella small it ain’t no way my bruddas splitting up
Niggas keep poppin off at the mouth even though I don’t care
Cause I got pictures of they bitches in a see-through underwear
Imma dive in her pussy like Michael Phelps, I’m off the chair
I’m the people’s champ, you Scotty Two Hotty, you don’t compare, aye
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
I gave a P to Kei cause he gone flip it
Baby looking so good that she got me feeling timid
Thinking bout the days I used to fuck in Honda Civics
Bitches done got badder and I’m fucking with no ceiling
Love her Spanish accent call me papi when I hit oh oh
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh ohI ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
Love her Spanish accent when I hit oh oh
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh oh
I ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
The lyrics of Nico's song "The End" paint a picture of a lifestyle of excesses, where sex, money, and drugs seem to be the norm. The singer describes working on weekends and being questioned about his actions, only to reply that he is with his friends. The lyrics also describe the singer's attraction to a woman from the East End, someone he needs in his life. He speaks of the need for hundreds and fifties, and how his competition is like origami, easily folded up. Throughout the song, there is an atmosphere of competition and the need for dominance.
The lyrics also speak explicitly about sex and desire, with references to oral sex, Spanish accents, and diving into a woman's "WAP." The singer describes a lyrical lifestyle that is hedonistic and focused on pleasure, with little regard for consequences. Despite this, there is still a sense of camaraderie between friends, with a small circle that is not being split up.
"The End" seems to be a commentary on the excesses of the rap lifestyle, where sex, drugs, and money reign supreme, with little regard for subconscious struggles. The song seems to suggest that this hedonistic, self-destructive lifestyle is just that - the end - and nothing more.
Line by Line Meaning
We working on the weekends
We don't stop working even on weekends.
If anybody asking I say we friends
I pretend we are just friends if anyone asks about our relationship.
Lil baby from the East End
My partner is from the East End of town.
I told her that I need it
I let her know that I require her companionship.
Shordy fuck what he say
I don't care about what he says.
He don’t know how we play
He doesn't understand our ways of living.
Hundreds and fifties stay on my mind you niggas know what’s up
Money is always on my mind, and everyone knows it.
Treat the competition like origami I fold em up
I defeat my competitors easily.
Everyone on hush when it come to me they ain’t bold enough
People don't dare to speak about me in front of me.
Sever both your legs then I’m asking you how you holding up, aye
I'll harm you badly and then ask how you are doing.
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
My wardrobe is so expensive, it appears as if I bought it by selling drugs.
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
My girlfriend is so attractive, I can't resist her.
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
We started drinking with many girls around, and I have to choose one.
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
If my girlfriend found out about the other girls, she would go crazy and angry.
They hate it when they see a nigga live it up
People resent seeing me enjoying life and being successful.
All this forty-two that’s in my system got my vision stuck
Too much 42 liquor has affected my vision and thinking.
Little boy done said too much now we gotta go stitch em up
Someone has revealed too much, and now we have to take appropriate actions.
Only on the third lap and I see these niggas giving up
Even after starting the race, these people are already giving up.
You can read the fakes from the real when it’s getting tough
During difficult times, you can distinguish the fake people from the real ones.
Circle hella small it ain’t no way my bruddas splitting up
Our group is so tight-knit, and no one can split us up.
Niggas keep poppin off at the mouth even though I don’t care
People keep talking about me, but I don't care or pay attention to them.
Cause I got pictures of they bitches in a see-through underwear
I have pictures of their girlfriends in transparent underwear.
Imma dive in her pussy like Michael Phelps, I’m off the chair
I'm going to engage in sex with her boldly and intensely like Michael Phelps diving from a starting block.
I’m the people’s champ, you Scotty Two Hotty, you don’t compare, aye
I am the champion who is favored by the people, while you Scotty Two Hotty are not in my league.
I gave a P to Kei cause he gone flip it
I gave a pound of drugs to Kei, and he will sell it at a higher price.
Baby looking so good that she got me feeling timid
My girlfriend is so attractive that I feel nervous around her.
Thinking bout the days I used to fuck in Honda Civics
I remember having sex in Honda Civics.
Bitches done got badder and I’m fucking with no ceiling
The girls have become more attractive, and I am having sex without any limits.
Love her Spanish accent call me papi when I hit oh oh
I love her Spanish accent, and she calls me 'daddy' during sex.
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh oh
We have sex on expensive bedsheets.
I ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
I won't stop having sex, and I don't get tired.
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
She has a very wet vagina, and I'm going to enjoy having sex with her.
Shordy fuck what he say
I don't care about what he says.
She wanna come where we stay
She wants to come to where we live.
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Nico Vega
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@juannavarro5487
Amazing, Nico is the only artist with the courage to sing this epic and dark poem. Nico is the mother of the goth movement...and Jim influenced her very much! They were the darkest stars of the 60's...they were like the same soul lost in the abyss.
@ishasolanki323
i cannot agree any less. The connection Jim and Nico had was like, two minds, one soul.
@ab4845
NICO WAS the darkest singer of the 60s. And the 70s. And 80s. And compared to Lou Reed, morrison was nancy fucking sinatra... Not to mention compared to NICO ...
@GothamClive
He did not only influence her ;)
@ivesnedic3341
she was russian girl, so how could not been influeted over lost soul in those dark period days in americas desert of land
@ab4845
@@ivesnedic3341 She was *German* ; not "Russian" at all.
@robertworsley2377
I have always loved the Doors and this song, but this is a fantastic and unique version of it.
@wildbill5670
In a word: WOW!!. There will always be only one Nico (Christa Paffgen). Rest in peace dear girl.
@jennimadden1061
Through headphones in complete darkness.
@lupodelupis3672
Joy and happiness are not around here but how is beautiful and haunting is Nico's version. It looks like a Bertold Brecht song.