Friday, August 20, 2021

The Dirty Boulevard


Just an outstanding rock and roll song.. Lou Reed… they don’t make em like that anymore… these words are off the hook…

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got 9 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 and killing the 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 cost 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
 No one here 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 and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard
 going out, to the dirty boulevard 
He's going down, on the dirty boulevard going 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 selling plastic roses for a buck 
The traffic's backed up to 39th street 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 on magic in a garbage can 
He 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 boulevard 
I want to fly,
 from dirty boulevard 
I want to fly,
 from dirty boulevard
 I want to fly-fly-fly-fly,
 from dirty boulevard 
 I want to fly away I want to fly 
Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly-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)


Chewitup said...

32 years ago. I wonder if Pedro ever got out of there.

Peter Pan said...

Hopefully he relocated to Hotel California and spends his days as a beach bum.