Black Angel's Death Song
The Velvet Underground Lyrics


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Myriad had choice of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
What had he to lose?
Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep
Where the Black Angel did weep, not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose

And wandering's brother walked on through the night
With his hair in his face on a long splintered cut from the knife
Of GT
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said, "So long" to his skull
Shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells

Cut mouth bleeding razors, forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool, good buy
So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east
Gonna choose, choose again

Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget
Where you come from, the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame
Choose again
And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
With the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go

And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on
And if the stone glances off, split didactics in two
Leave the color of the mouse trails, don't scream, try between
If you choose
If you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game

I-che-che
Che-che-I
Che-che-che
Ka-tah-ko
Choose to choose




Choose to choose
Choose to go

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Black Angel's Death Song by The Velvet Underground tell a story of choice, sacrifice, and self-discovery. The singer seems lost and uncertain, facing a myriad of options for his fate. He rejects the ghost bloodied country, where the Black Angel weeps, and the east city street, seeking something else. The chorus repeats that he's "Gone to choose," underscoring his predicament.


The narrative continues with wandering's brother carrying a physical wound inflicted by someone named GT, and the rally man's chatter starts and ends the night. The singer is eventually cut, bleeding, and chooses to forget. Sacrificials remain hard to forget, and the words suggest a loss of innocence in becoming "on stools for eyes" and realizing "fame." There's also imagery invoking a rat's bowels, a horse's loss, and Epiphany's terror, but what's most prominent is the singer's repeated admonishment to "choose to go," "choose to choose," "Try to lose," and "Start the game," even if it's terrifying.


The lyrics seem to describe a search for identity, a need to make choices, and the acceptance that some of those choices may involve sacrifice, mutilation, or shame. The song ends with a repetition of Che-che-I, Che-che-che, Ka-tah-ko, Choose to choose, Choose to choose, Choose to go, echoing the singer's cycle of indecision, commitment, and acceptance.


Line by Line Meaning

Myriad had choice of his fate
There were many paths the singer’s life could have taken, but he chose a particular one.


Set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
Many opportunities were laid out before the singer, and he had to pick one.


What had he to lose?
The singer had nothing to lose, nothing to hold him back from choosing.


Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep Where the Black Angel did weep, not an old city street in the east Gone to choose
The artist is choosing between multiple paths, none of which has much appeal. He is not interested in the bloody past or the urban present, but he has to choose something.


And wandering's brother walked on through the night With his hair in his face on a long splintered cut from the knife Of GT
The artist's brother, unable to choose a path, wanders aimlessly through life, bruised by the choice he failed to make.


The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said, "So long" to his skull Shrill yell
The singer is tired of listening to the empty speeches of rally man, and leaves in search of something real.


Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time Infused with the choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks From the bells
The singer's eyes are bloodshot, reflecting a restless mind weighing options. It's a painful process, slowly scraping pieces of knowledge from the heavy bells of decision-making.


Cut mouth bleeding razors, forgetting the pain Antiseptic remains cool, good buy
The artist has cut himself with a razor, but numbs the pain with antiseptic. He's moving on.


So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east Gonna choose, choose again
The artist chooses to embark on a new journey, hoping that his next choice will be better than the first.


Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget Where you come from, the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame Choose again
The artist's past choices have left an indelible mark on his psyche, making it difficult to forget or move on. Yet he's still trying to pick a new path.


And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse For the loss of a horse With the bowels and a tail of a rat Come again, choose to go
The singer hears the refrain of the previously forgotten Roverman, whose story of a sacrilegious recluse and a grotesque horse has a profound effect on him, making him think about his choices once again.


And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame Have your head bobbed and weaved Choose a side to be on And if the stone glances off, split didactics in two Leave the color of the mouse trails, don't scream, try between
The artist reflects on the terrorizing effect of Epiphany (realization of the truth), which causes one to feel ashamed of their ignorance. The artist advises to remain neutral, less one be hit by the stone (consequences).


If you choose If you choose, try to lose For the loss of remain come and start Start the game
The singer recommends to always keep choosing, keep taking risks, in spite of the losses. Life is a game; start playing.


I-che-che Che-che-I Che-che-che Ka-tah-ko
These lines are most likely just sounds without much meaning, although one possible interpretation is that they symbolize the meaningless noise of life, something the singer is trying to choose his way through.


Choose to choose Choose to choose Choose to go
The singer encourages the listener to keep choosing a path, no matter how tough it gets.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Lou A. Reed, John Davies Cale

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