Chords for Lou Reed - Dirty Blvd. (live 1998)
Tempo:
111.05 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] Pedro lives out at the Wilshire Hotel, looks [G] out a window [D] without glass.
[D] Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet, the old [G] man beats, [A] because he's too proud to beg.
He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees.
Pedro dreams being older, killing the old man.
Slim chance he's going to the boulevard.
it [G] out.
boulevard I'm going down.
boulevard, take it out.
[D] Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet, the old [G] man beats, [A] because he's too proud to beg.
He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees.
Pedro dreams being older, killing the old man.
Slim chance he's going to the boulevard.
it [G] out.
boulevard I'm going down.
boulevard, take it out.
100% ➙ 111BPM
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_ _ _ [A] Pedro lives out at the Wilshire Hotel, _ looks [G] out a window [D] without glass.
[A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet, the old [G] man beats, [A] because he's too proud to beg. _
He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees.
Hard to [G] run when a coat hanger hits [D] you on the thighs.
[A] _ _
_ Pedro dreams being older, killing the old man. _
Slim chance he's going to the boulevard.
_ Get it [G] out.
_ _ [D] To the dirty boulevard I'm going down.
_ To the dirty boulevard, take it out.
_ To the dirty boulevard I'm going down. _ _ _ _ _ _
This room costs $2,000 a month.
You believe it baby, it's true.
Somewhere there's a landlord laughing till he wets his pants.
No _ one dreams of being a doctor, lawyer, or [A] anything.
[D] They just dream of dealing on [A] the boulevard. _ _
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor piss on em.
[D] _
That's what the statue of bigotry says. _ _
Ah, your poor [A] huddled masses, why don't we just go clubbing [D] to death.
[E] Get it over with.
Come from on the [A] boulevard.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ To the dirty boulevard I'm going [G] down.
_ [D] _ To the dirty boulevard, going out.
_ To the dirty boulevard I'm [G] going down.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ Outside it's a bright night.
There's an opera [D] room in the center while the movie stars rhyme by the disease. _ _
_ The Klee Glyde shoot out over the Manhattan skyline.
_ [G] But the lights are [D] out in the main [A] street.
The streets are crazy. _
_ [G] A small kid stands [A] by the Lincoln Tunnel. _
_ Selling plastic roses for a buck. _
_ _ [D] Traffic's backed up to [A] 39th Street.
_ [E] _ The TV [G] whores are calling [D] the cops out against the [D] law.
Back at the wheel, shitpitcher says they're [A] dreaming.
_ A store [G] book, a magic, [D] and a garbage [A] can.
_ [D] _ Looks at the pictures, [A] looks up at the crack window.
Says by the count of three I hope I can [A]
disappear.
_ [D] And fly, fly away. _ _
From this dirty boulevard I want to fly. _
[D] To the dirty boulevard, fly away. _ _
To the dirty boulevard I want to fly. _
To the [A] dirty boulevard, fly [G] away.
[D] Fly, fly, [A] fly away, fly [D] away.
_ _ [D]
Oh, fly away, fly [G] away.
_ [D] _ _
_ _ Fly [G] away from the [A] dirty _ boulevard.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet, the old [G] man beats, [A] because he's too proud to beg. _
He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees.
Hard to [G] run when a coat hanger hits [D] you on the thighs.
[A] _ _
_ Pedro dreams being older, killing the old man. _
Slim chance he's going to the boulevard.
_ Get it [G] out.
_ _ [D] To the dirty boulevard I'm going down.
_ To the dirty boulevard, take it out.
_ To the dirty boulevard I'm going down. _ _ _ _ _ _
This room costs $2,000 a month.
You believe it baby, it's true.
Somewhere there's a landlord laughing till he wets his pants.
No _ one dreams of being a doctor, lawyer, or [A] anything.
[D] They just dream of dealing on [A] the boulevard. _ _
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor piss on em.
[D] _
That's what the statue of bigotry says. _ _
Ah, your poor [A] huddled masses, why don't we just go clubbing [D] to death.
[E] Get it over with.
Come from on the [A] boulevard.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ To the dirty boulevard I'm going [G] down.
_ [D] _ To the dirty boulevard, going out.
_ To the dirty boulevard I'm [G] going down.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ Outside it's a bright night.
There's an opera [D] room in the center while the movie stars rhyme by the disease. _ _
_ The Klee Glyde shoot out over the Manhattan skyline.
_ [G] But the lights are [D] out in the main [A] street.
The streets are crazy. _
_ [G] A small kid stands [A] by the Lincoln Tunnel. _
_ Selling plastic roses for a buck. _
_ _ [D] Traffic's backed up to [A] 39th Street.
_ [E] _ The TV [G] whores are calling [D] the cops out against the [D] law.
Back at the wheel, shitpitcher says they're [A] dreaming.
_ A store [G] book, a magic, [D] and a garbage [A] can.
_ [D] _ Looks at the pictures, [A] looks up at the crack window.
Says by the count of three I hope I can [A]
disappear.
_ [D] And fly, fly away. _ _
From this dirty boulevard I want to fly. _
[D] To the dirty boulevard, fly away. _ _
To the dirty boulevard I want to fly. _
To the [A] dirty boulevard, fly [G] away.
[D] Fly, fly, [A] fly away, fly [D] away.
_ _ [D]
Oh, fly away, fly [G] away.
_ [D] _ _
_ _ Fly [G] away from the [A] dirty _ boulevard.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _