作词 : Lou Reed 作曲 : Lou Reed Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass And 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 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 gonna 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 a month You can believe it, man, it's true Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till 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 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 going 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 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 up 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 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 away Fly, fly away Fly, fly away I want to fly
[00:00.000] 作词 : Lou Reed [00:01.000] 作曲 : Lou Reed [00:03.96]Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel [00:18.21]He looks out a window without glass [00:20.65]And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet [00:26.62]And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg [00:29.16] [00:29.86]He's got 9 brothers and sisters [00:32.39]They're brought up on their knees [00:34.54]It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs [00:38.43]Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man [00:42.06]But that's a slim chance [00:43.96]He's going to the boulevard [00:45.55] [00:46.05]He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard [00:50.23]He's going out to the dirty boulevard [00:53.27]He's going down to the dirty boulevard [00:57.30] [00:57.89]This room cost $2,000 a month [01:04.27]You can believe it, man, it's true [01:05.87]Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants [01:08.16]No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything [01:12.64]They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard [01:15.63] [01:16.73]Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em [01:21.11]That's what the Statue of Bigotry says [01:23.60]Your poor huddled masses [01:26.99]Let's club 'em to death [01:28.53]And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard [01:30.78] [01:31.53]Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard [01:36.10]Goin' out to the dirty boulevard [01:40.24]They're going down on the dirty boulevard [01:44.47]Goin' out [01:46.12] [01:46.91]Outside it's a bright night [01:51.18]There's an opera at Lincoln Center [01:52.58]Movie stars arrive by limousine [01:55.46]The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan [02:00.04]But the lights are out on the mean streets [02:02.88] [02:04.37]A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel [02:07.47]He's selling plastic roses for a buck [02:10.25]The traffic's backed up to 39th Street [02:14.23]The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck [02:18.81] [02:19.93]And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming [02:22.82]He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can [02:27.46]He looks at the pictures [02:28.96]And stares up at the cracked ceiling [02:31.54]"At the count of 3," he says, [02:33.83]"I hope I can disappear." [02:35.20] [02:35.45]And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard [02:39.38]I want to fly from the dirty boulevard [02:43.07]I want to fly from the dirty boulevard [02:47.40]I want to fly-fly-fly-fly from the dirty boulevard [02:51.04] [02:51.49]I want to fly away [02:54.57]I want to fly [02:58.35]Fly, fly away [03:00.79]I want to fly [03:03.83]Fly, fly away [03:07.82]Fly, fly away [03:09.62]Fly, fly away [03:14.46]Fly, fly away [03:17.89]I want to fly
