Lou Reed "Dirty Blvd." lyrics

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Dirty Blvd.

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire HotelHe looks out a window without glassThe walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feetHis father beats him ’cause he’s too tired to beg

He’s got 9 brothers and sistersThey’re brought up on their kneesIt’s hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighsPedro dreams of being older and killing the old manBut that’s a slim chance he’s going to the boulevard

He’s going to end up, on the dirty boulevardHe’s going out, to the dirty boulevardHe’s going down, to the dirty boulevard

This room cost 2,000 dollars a monthYou can believe it man it’s trueSomewhere a landlord’s laughing till he wets his pantsNo one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anythingThey dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I’ll piss on ’emThat’s what the statue of bigotry saysYour poor huddled masses, let’s club ’em to deathAnd get it over with and just dump ’em on the boulevard

Get to end up, on the dirty boulevardGoing out, to the dirty boulevardHe’s going down, on the dirty boulevardGoing out

Outside it’s a bright nightThere’s an opera at lincoln centerMovie stars arrive by limousineThe klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of manhattanBut the lights are out on the mean streets

A small kid stands by the lincoln tunnelHe’s selling plastic roses for a buckThe traffic’s backed up to 39th streetThe tv whores are calling the cops out for a suck

And back at the wilshire, pedro sits there dreamingHe’s found a book on magic in a garbage canHe looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling"at the count of 3" he says, "i hope I can disappear"

And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevardI want to fly, from dirty boulevardI want to fly, from dirty boulevardI want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard

I want to fly awayI want to flyFly, fly awayI want to flyFly-fly away (fly a-)Fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...)Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away)Fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)

Prljavi bulevar

Pedro živi kod hotela VilšajerGleda kroz prozor bez staklaZidovi su od kartona, pokriva se novinamaOtac ga bije jer Pedro neće da ga moli za bilo šta

Ima devetoro braće I sestaraStali su na svoja kolenaTeško je pobeći kada te ofinger bije po bedrimaPedro sanja da je stariji, da bi mogao ubiti matorogMale su šanse za to – zato odlazi na bulevar

Skončaće na prljavom bulevaruOn izlazi na prljavi bulevarOn silazi na prljavi bulevar

Soba košta dve hiljade dolara mesečnoVeruj, čoveče, istina jeGazda se odnekuda smeje dok se ne upiša u gaćeNiko ne sanja da postane doktor ili advokat ili bilo štaOni sanjaju o dilovanju na prljavom bulevaru

Dajte mi vaše gladne, umorne i bedne I popišaću se na njihgovori Kip netrpeljivostiVaše bedne gomile, izbatinajmo ih na smrt

Završimo sa njima I bacimo ih na bulevar

Skončaće na prljavom bulevaruOn izlazi na prljavi bulevarOn silazi na prljavi bulevar

Izlazi napolje

Napolju je sjajna noćOpera se izvodi u Linkoln centruFilmske zvezde stižu limuzinomReflektori pucaju iznad obrisa MenhetnaAli svetla su ugašena na opakim ulicama

Klinac stoji pored Linkoln tunelaProdaje plastične ruže za dolarSaobraćaj se penje ka 39. uliciKurve sa TV-a zovu pandure na pušu

A tamo u Vilšajeru, Pedro sedeći sanjari

U kanti za đubre našao je knjigu o magijiGleda slike I zuri u napukli plafonKad izbrojim do tri, kaže, nadam se da ću nestatiI odleteti daleko od ovog prljavog bulevara

Želim da odletim sa prljavog bulevaraŽelim da letim, želim da odletim

Sa prljavog bulevaraŽelim da odletim dalekoŽelim da letimDaleko da odletim

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