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Dirty Boulevard
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Folk
Dirty Boulevard was released on January 1, 1996 by True North Records as a part of the album Gulliver's Taxi
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1996
LabelTrue North Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Murray McLauchlan
Murray McLauchlan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lou Reed
Lou Reed
Songwriter, Composer, Lyrics

Lyrics

Pedro lives out at the Wilshire Hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard
He's got 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 being older
Maybe killing an old man
But that's a slim chance
He's going to the boulevard
He's going to end up
On the dirty boulevard
He's going out
To the dirty boulevard
He's going down
To the dirty boulevard
This room costs two thousand dollars a month
You can believe it, man, it's true
Somewhere a landlord's laughing
'Til he wets his pants
No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer
Or anything
They dream of dealing 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
Get it over with
Just dump 'em on the boulevard
Get 'em out
On the dirty boulevard
Going out
To the dirty boulevard
They're going down
On the dirty boulevard
Going out
Outside it's a bright night
There's an opera at the 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 selling cheap plastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to 39th Street
And the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
He's found a book of magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling
At the count of three, he says
"I hope I can fucking disappear"
And fly away
From this dirty boulevard
Fly away
From this dirty boulevard
I want to fly
From this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, fly, fly, fly
I want to fly
From this dirty boulevard
Fly away
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
(Fly, fly, fly away)
Fly, fly away
(Fly, fly, fly away)
Fly, fly away
(Fly, fly, fly away)
I want to fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly away
Written by: Lou Reed
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