Lou Reed Dirty Blvd with Lyrics in Description

Track 3 from his fifteenth solo album “New York” released in 1989 copyright Sire Records. The album was universally acclaimed by critics and is considered by many to be his best solo album, particularly for its lyrics. It achieved Gold status in the U.S., United Kingdom & France. It reignited his solo career and resulted in a reunion of his former band “The Velvet Underground” for a world tour. Written by Lou Reed and produced by Lou Reed & Fred Maher. RIP Lou Reed. Featuring:

Lou Reed – Lead vocals, lead and rhythm guitars
Mike Rathke – Lead & rhythm guitars
Rob Wasserman – Clevinger electric upright 6-string bass
Fred Maher – Drums, bass on “Romeo Had Juliette” & Busload of Faith”
Special Guests:
Maureen Tucker – Percussion on “Last Great American Whale” & “Dime Store Mystery”
Jeffrey Lesser – Background vocals
Dion DiMucci - Background vocals on “Dirty Blvd”

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel, he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg

He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees
It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of bein' older and killin' the old man
But that's a slim chance, he's goin' to the boulevard

He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard
He's goin' out to the dirty boulevard
He's goin' down to the dirty boulevard

This room cost two thousand dollars a month, you can believe it man, it's true
Somewhere a landlord's laughin' till he wets his pants
No one dreams of bein' a doctor or a lawyer or anything
They dream of dealin' on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard

Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard
Goin' out to the dirty boulevard
They're goin' down on the dirty boulevard, goin' out

Outside it's a bright night, there's an opera at Lincoln Center
Movie stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets

A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel, he's sellin' plastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to thirty-ninth street
The TV whores are callin' the cops out for a suck

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreamin'
He's found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares up at the cracked ceiling
"At the count of three" he says, "I hope I can disappear"

And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
I want to fly, fly, fly, fly from the dirty boulevard

I want to fly away, I want to fly
Fly, fly away, I want to fly
Fly, fly away (Fly, fly, fly away, fly, yeah)
Fly, fly, fly (Fly, fly, fly away)
Fly, fly away (I want to fly, fly away)
Fly away (I want to fly, whoa-oh, get up and fly)

[Shemp]

The words are sadly more true NOW than then.

[taragragg]

I finally found a song they can use and everybody would say you can use that song.

[albanmahoudeau]

"_GET'EM BRUNO, THEY ARE DONE !"

[stonetower]

A nice counterpoint to the American fairy tale in which we are all currently wallowing. The bills are coming due for all the lies we have been telling ourselves.

[toddshuman]

Perhaps his best song and performance ... though Intro/Sweet Jane and Heroin from the live Rock and Roll Animal are right up there too ...