donderdag, 26 juli 2012

New York (Album)

Lou Reed CD New York.jpgHet album 'New York' van Lou Reed is naar mijn smaak een parel; destijds vonden vele anderen dit ook zo; in het “allmusic.com review” schreef destijds Mark Deming: "het album 'New York' is een meesterstuk van geletterde en volwassen rock & roll, en daarbij is dit het mooiste album van Reed's solo carrière tot nog toe."

Uit dit album 2 songs:

 



Dirty Boulevard
podcast

Romeo & Juliette
podcast
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Lou Reed - Dirty Boulevard

        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 him out, 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 ay

        fly-fly-fly - way

        Fly-fly away  - I want to fly - fly away

        fly away -  I want to fly, wow  -woh, fly away

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