Álbum New York de Lou Reed - Canciones

New York

1989 |

Estilo(s) | Art Rock

Sello | Sire

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Reseña

La imponente presencia de New York se erige como una carta de amor y de crítica a la ciudad que siempre inspiró a Lou Reed. Además, este álbum, con su sonido crudo y sus letras directas, captura la esencia de la Gran Manzana en la década de los ochenta, abordando temas sociales y políticos con una agudeza inigualable. Por lo tanto, cada canción se siente como una instantánea de la vida urbana, llena de contrastes y realidades.

Las guitarras suenan potentes y sin adornos, mientras que la voz de Lou Reed, con su inconfundible tono, narra historias de corrupción, pobreza, sida y la complejidad de las relaciones humanas. Así pues, temas como "Dirty Blvd.", "Halloween Parade" o "Last Great American Whale" son ejemplos de su maestría para combinar la poesía con la denuncia social. Por otra parte, la producción es brillante en su sencillez, permitiendo que el mensaje y la música se transmitan con una fuerza implacable. En consecuencia, el álbum suena como un noticiero cantado, un testimonio de una época.

"New York" no solo fue un éxito de crítica y público, sino que también consolidó la reputación de Lou Reed como un cronista de su tiempo, capaz de capturar la esencia de una ciudad y sus habitantes. Asimismo, su impacto cultural es innegable, convirtiéndose en un referente para artistas y escritores. Por lo tanto, para cualquier amante del rock con conciencia social y letras que invitan a la reflexión profunda, este disco es una obra maestra imprescindible. En definitiva, es una prueba irrefutable de la genialidad de Lou Reed y su inquebrantable compromiso con la verdad.

Listado de canciones del álbum New York

Romeo Had JulietteVer letra 3:10

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Caught between the twisted stars

The plotted lines the faulty map

That brought Columbus to New York

Betwixt between the East and West

He calls on her wearing a leather vest

The earth squeals and shudders to a halt

A diamond crucifix in his ear

Is used to help ward off the fear

That he has left his soul in someone's rented car

Inside his pants he hides a mop

To clean the mess that he has dropped

Into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell

And Romeo wanted Juliette

And Juliette wanted Romeo

And Romeo wanted Juliette

And Juliette wanted Romeo

Romeo Rodriguez squares

His shoulders and curses Jesus

Runs a comb through his black pony-tail

He's thinking of his lonely room

The sink that by his bed gives off a stink

Then smells her perfume in his eyes

And her voice was like a bell

Outside the streets were steaming

The crack dealers were dreaming

Of an Uzi someone had just scored

I betcha I could hit that light

With my one good arm behind my back

Says little Joey Diaz

Brother give me another tote

Those downtown hoods are no damn good

Those Italians need a lesson to be taught

This cop who died in Harlem

You think they'd get the warnin'

I was dancing when I saw his brains run out on the street

And Romeo had Juliette

And Juliette had her Romeo

And Romeo had Juliette

And Juliette had her Romeo

I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag

With Latin written on it that says

"It's hard to give a shit these days"

Manhattan's sinking like a rock

Into the filthy Hudson what a shock

They wrote a book about it

They said it was like ancient Rome

The perfume burned his eyes

Holding tightly to her thighs

And something flickered for a minute

And then it vanished and was gone
Halloween ParadeVer letra 3:33

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There's a down town fairy singing out "Proud Mary"

As she cruises Christopher Street

And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean

Where the docks and the Badlands meet

This Halloween is something to be sure

Especially to be here without you

There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock

And some black Jamaican stud

There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags

I almost fell into my mug

There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant

And some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx

But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary

You won't hear those voices again

And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita

You'll never see those faces again

This Halloween is something to be sure

Especially to be here without you

There's the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers

And some crack team from Washington Heights

The boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D

A Tinkerbell in tights

This celebration somehow gets me down

Especially when I see you're not around

There's no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic

In Latin, Greek or Spic

There's no Three bananas or Brandy Alexander

dishing all their tricks

It's a different feeling that I have today

Especially when I know you've gone away

There's a girl from Soho with a teeshirt saying "I Blow"

She's with the "jive five 2 plus 3"

And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates

Or else doing it for free

The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door

And I don't want to hear it anymore

No consolations please for feelin' funky

I got to get my head above my knees

But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad

And then I start to freeze

In the back of my mind I was afraid it might be true

In the back of my mind I was afraid that they meant you

The Halloween Parade

At the Halloween parade

At the Halloween parade

See you next year, at the Halloween parade
Dirty Blvd.Ver letra 3:29

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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
Músicos invitados: Dion (3) (Backing Vocals)
Endless CycleVer letra 4:03

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The bias of the father runs on through the son

And leaves him bothered and bewildered

The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit

At the face staring back in the mirror

How can he tell a good act from the bad?

He can't even remember his name

How can he do what needs to be done

When he's a follower and not a leader?

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl

Leaving her small and helpless

Liquor files through her brain with the force of a gun

Leaving her running in circles

How can she tell a good act from the bad

When she's flat on her back in her room?

How can she do what needs to be done

When she's a coward and a bleeder?

The man if he marries will batter his child

And have endless excuses

The woman sadly will do much the same

Thinking that it's right and it's proper

Better than their mommy or their daddy did

Better than the childhood they suffered

The truth is they're happier when they're in pain

In fact, that's why they got married
There Is No TimeVer letra 3:46

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This is no time for celebration

This is no time for shaking Hands

This is no time for backslapping

this is no time for marching Bands

This is no time for optimism

this is no time for endless Thought

This is no time for my country Right or Wrong

Remember what that brought

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

This is no time for congratulations

This is no time to turn Your Back

This is no time for circumlocution

This is no time for learned speech

This is no time to count Your Blessings

This is no time for private Gain

This is the time to put Up or Shut Up

It won't come back this way again

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

This is no time to swallow Anger

This is no time to ignore Hate

This is no time to be Acting Frivolous

Because the time is getting late

This is no time for private vendettas

This is no time to not know who you are

Self knowledge is a dangerous thing

The freedom of who you are

This is no time to ignore Warnings

This is no time to clear the Plate

Let's not be sorry after the fact

And let the past become out fate

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

This is no time to turn away and drink

Or smoke some vials of crack

This is a time to gather force

And take dead aim and attack

This is no time for celebration

This is no time for saluting Flags

This is no time for inner Searchings

The future is at hand

This is no time for phony Rhetoric

This is no time for political Speech

This is a time for action

Because the future's within Reach

This is the time

This is the time

This is the time

Because there is no time

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time

There is no time
Last Great American WhaleVer letra 3:42

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They say he didn't have an enemy

His was a greatness to behold

He was the last surviving progeny

The last one on this side of the world

He measured a half mile from tip to tail

Silver and black with powerful fins

They say he could split a mountain in two

That's how we got the Grand Canyon

Last great American whale

Last great American whale

Last great American whale

Last great American whale

Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes

Some say they saw him off of Florida

My mother said she saw him in Chinatown

But you can't always trust your mother

Off the Carolinas the sun shines brightly in the day

The lighthouse glows ghostly there at night

The chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor's son

And he'd been on death row since 1958

The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig

Spit on Indians and lots worse

The old chief buried a hatchet in his head

Life compared to death for him seemed worse

The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing

And tried to conjure up a storm or rain

The harbor parted, the great whale sprang full up

And caused a huge tidal wave

The wave crushed the jail and freed the chief

The tribe let out a roar

The whites were drowned, the browns and reds set free

But sadly one thing more

Some local yokel member of the NRA

Kept a bazooka in his living room

And thinking he had the chief in his sights

Blew the whale's brains out with a lead harpoon

Last great American whale

Last great American whale

Last great American whale

Last great American whale

Well Americans don't care for much of anything

Land and water the least

And animal life is low on the totem pole

With human life not worth more than infected yeast

Americans don't care too much for beauty

They'll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream

They'll watch dead rats wash up on the beach

And complain if they can't swim

They say things are done for the majority

Don't believe half of what you see and none of what you hear

It's like what my painter friend Donald said to me,

"Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they're done"
Músicos invitados: Moe Tucker (Drums)
Beginning Of A Great AdventureVer letra 4:57

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It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around

A little me to fill up with my thoughts

A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams

A way of saying life is not a loss

I'd keep the tyke away from school and tutor him myself

Keep him from the poison of the crowd

But then again pristine isolation might not be the best idea

It's not good trying to immortalize yourself

Beginning of a great adventure

Beginning of a great adventure

Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV brood

I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood

Just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar

with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves

I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar

And if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts

I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be

As long as I don't have to try too much

Beginning of a great adventure

Beginning of a great adventure

Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam, Leslie, Jill and Jeff

Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet

Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg and Tom

That's a lot of names to try not to forget

Carrie, Marlon, Mo and Steve, La Rue and Jerry Lee

Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob

I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names

I hope this baby thing don't go too far

I hope it's true what my wife said to me

I hope it's true what my wife said to me, hey

I hope it's true what my wife said to me

She says, "Baby, it's the beginning of a great adventure

Babe, beginning of a great adventure"

Take a look

It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around

Create in my own image like a god

I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave

And keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod

Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone drooling on his shirt

Some senile old fart playing in the dirt

It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on to

Something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt

I hope it's true what my wife said to me

I hope it's true what my wife said to me

I hope it's true what my wife said to me

She says, "Lou, it's the beginning of a great adventure

Lou, Lou, Lou, beginning of a great adventure"

She says, babe, how you call your lover boy

Sylvia, quite you call your lover man
Busload Of FaithVer letra 4:50

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You can't depend on your family

You can't depend on your friends

You can't depend on a beginning

You can't depend on an end

You can't depend on intelligence

Ooh, you can't depend on God

You can only depend on one thing

You need a busload of faith to get by, watch, baby

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by

You need a busload of faith to get by

You can depend on the worst always happening

You can depend on a murderer's drive

You can bet that if he rapes somebody

There'll be no trouble having a child

You can bet that if she aborts it

Pro-lifers will attack her with rage

You can depend on the worst always happening

You need a busload of faith to get by, yeah

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by, baby

Busload of faith to get by

You can't depend on the goodly hearted

The goodly hearted made lamp-shades and soap

You can't depend on the Sacrament

No Father, no Holy Ghost

You can't depend on any churches

Unless there's real estate that you want to buy

You can't depend on a lot of things

You need a busload of faith to get by, woh

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by, baby

Busload of faith to get by

You can't depend on no miracle

You can't depend on the air

You can't depend on a wise man

You can't find 'em because they're not there

You can depend on cruelty

Crudity of thought and sound

You can depend on the worst always happening

You need a busload of faith to get by, ha

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by

Busload of faith to get by
Músicos invitados: Fred Maher (Bass)
Sick Of YouVer letra 3:26

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I was up in the morning with the TV blarin'

Brush my teeth sittin' watchin' the news

All the beaches were closed the ocean was a Red Sea

But there was no one there to part in two

There was no fresh salad because there's hypos in the cabbage

Staten Island disappeared at noon

And they say the midwest is in great distress

And NASA blew up the moon

The ozone layer has no ozone anymore

And you're gonna leave me for the guy next door

I'm Sick of You

I'm Sick of You

They arrested the Mayor for an illegal favor

Sold the Empire State to Japan

And Oliver North married William Secord

And gave birth to a little Teheran

And the Ayatollah bought a nuclear warship

If he dies he wants to go out in style

And there's nothing to eat that don't carry the stink

Of some human waste dumped in the Nile

We one thing is certainly true

No one here knows what to do

And I'm Sick of You

I'm Sick of You

The radio said there were 400 dead

In some small town in Arkansas

Some whacked out trucker drove into a nuclear reactor

And killed everybody he saw

Now he's on Morton Downey and he's glowing and shining

Doctors say this is a medical advance

They say the bad makes the good and there's something to be learned

In every human experience

Well I know one thing that really is true

This here's a zoo and the keeper ain't you

And I'm sick of it

I'm Sick of you

They ordained the Trumps and then he got the mumps

And died being treated at Mt. Sinal

And my best friend Bill died from a poison pill

Some wired doctor prescribed for stress

My arms and legs are shrunk the food all has lumps

they discovered some animal no one's ever seen

It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire

after running over Rudy Giuliani

They say the President's dead but no one can find his head

it's been missing now for weeks

But no one noticed it he had seemed so fit

and I'm Sick of it

I'm Sick of You

I'm so Sick of You, bye, bye, bye

Bye, bye, bye
Hold OnVer letra 3:25

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There's blacks with knives and whites with clubs

Fighting in Howard Beach

There's no such thing as human rights

When you walk the N.Y.streets

A cop was shot in the head by a 10 years old kid

Named Buddah in Central Park last week

The fathers and daughters are lined up by the coffins

By the Statue of Bigotry, hey

You better hold on

Something's happening here

You better hold on

Well, I meet you in Tompkins Square

The dopers sent a message to the cops last weekend

They shot him in the car where he sat

And Eleanor Bumpers and Michael Stewart

Must have appreciated that

There's a rampaging rage rising up like a plague

Of bloody vials washing up on the beach

It'll take more than the Angels or Iron Mike Tyson

To heal this bloody breach, hey, hey

You better hold on

something's happening here

You better hold on

I'm gonna meet you in Tompkins Square

A junkie ran down a lady a pregnant dancer

she'll never dance but the baby was saved

He shot up some China White and nodded out at the wheel

and he doesn't remember a thing

They shot that old lady 'cause they thought she was a witness to

a crime she didn't even see

Whose home is the home of the brave

by the Statue of Bigotry, hey

You better hold on

something's happening here

You better hold on

meet you in Tompkins Square

You got a black .38 and a gravity knife

you still have to ride the train

There's the smelly essence of N.Y. down there

but you ain't no Bernard Goetz, ah

There's no Mafia lawyer to fight in your corner

for that 15 minutes of fame

The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub

that's New York's future not mine, oh

You better hold on

something's happening here

You better hold on

you better, something's happening here

Hold on, ooohhh, babe
Good Evening Mr Waldheim 4:37
Xmas In FebruaryVer letra 2:57

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Sam was lyin' in the jungle

agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade

Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox

they were praying to be saved

Those gooks were fierce and fearless

that's the price you pay when you invade

Xmas in February

Sam lost his arm in some border town

His fingers are mixed with someone's crop

If he didn't have that opium to smoke

The pain would never ever stop

Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags

With their names printed at the top

Xmas in February

Sammy was a short order cook

In a short order black and blue collar town

Everybody worked the steel mill

But the steel mill got closed down

He thought if he joined the Army

He'd have a future that was sound

Like no Xmas in February

Sam's staring at the Vietnam Wall

It's been a while now that he's home

His wife and kid have left, he's unemployed

He's a reminder of the war that wasn't won

He's that guy on the street with the sign that reads

"Please help send this Vet home"

But he is home, and there's no Xmas in February

No matter how much he saves
StrawmanVer letra 5:54

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We who have so much to you who have so little

To you who don't have anything at all

We who have so much more than any one man does need

And you who don't have anything at all, ah

Does anybody need another million dollar movie?

Does anybody need another million dollar star?

Does anybody need to be told over and over

Spitting in the wind comes back at you twice as hard?

Strawman, going straight to the devil

Strawman, going straight to hell

Strawman, going straight to the devil

Strawman

Strawman

Strawman

Strawman, yes

Does anyone really need a billion dollar rocket?

Does anyone need a $60,000 car?

Does anyone need another president?

Or the sins of Swaggart parts 6, 7, 8 and 9? Ah

Does anyone need yet another politician

Caught with his pants down and money sticking in his hole?

Does anyone need another racist preacher?

Spittin' in the wind can only do you harm, ooohhh

Strawman, going straight to the devil

Strawman, going straight to hell

Strawman, going straight to the devil

Strawman

Strawman

Strawman

Strawman, yes

Does anyone need another faulty shuttle

Blasting off to the moon, Venus or Mars?

Does anybody need another self-righteous rock singer

Whose nose he says has led him straight to God?

Does anyone need yet another blank skyscraper?

If you're like me I'm sure a minor miracle will do

A flaming sword or maybe a gold ark floating up the Hudson

When you spit in the wind it comes right back at you

Strawman, going straight to the devil

Strawman, going straight to hell

Strawman, going straight to the devil

Strawman

Strawman

Strawman

Strawman
Dime Store MysteryVer letra 5:04

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He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding

Talking crippled on the Cross

Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating

Fleeing what a loss

The things he hadn't touched or kissed

His senses slowly stripped away

Not like Buddha not like Vishnu

Life wouldn't rise through him again

I find it easy to believe

That he might question his beliefs

The beginning of the Last Temptation

Dime Story Mystery

The duality of nature, Godly nature

Human nature splits the soul

Fully human, fully divine and divided

The great immortal soul

Split into pieces, whirling pieces

Opposites attract

From the front, the side, the back

The mind itself attacks

I know the feeling, I know it from before

Descartes through Hegel belief is never sure

Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation

I was sitting, drumming, thinking, thumping, pondering

The Mysteries of Life

Outside the city shrieking, screaming, whispering

The Mysteries of Life

There's a funeral tomorrow

At St. Patrick's the bells will ring for you

Ah, what must you have been thinking

When you realized the time had come for you

I wish I hadn't thrown away my time

On so much Human and so much less Divine

The end of the Last Temptation

The end of a Dime Store Mystery
Músicos invitados: Moe Tucker (Drums)