LANA DEL REY - BROOKLYN BABY

BROOKLYN BABY

LANA DEL REY

SONGWRITERS: LANA DEL REY & BARRY O’NEIL

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: ULTRAVIOLENCE

LABEL: POLYDOR RECORDS

GENRE: DREAM POP

YEAR: 2014

 

          "Brooklyn Baby" is a song by American singer and songwriter Lana Del Rey for her third studio album Ultraviolence (2014). It was written by Del Rey, and Barrie O'Neill, while production was handled by Dan Auerbach. The song was released on June 8, 2014, by Polydor Records and Interscope Records, as the fourth single from Ultraviolence. The song's lyrical content is notable for its satirical elements targeting the New York hipster subculture: its chorus highlights "a stable of cliches about hipsters, Brooklyn, millennials and other things Del Rey herself is known to idolize"

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

 

They say I'm too young to love you

I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

 

I think I'm too cool to know ya

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churnin' out novels like

Beat poetry on Amphetamines

 

I say

I say

 

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-ta-da-da-da-da

 

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to see

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

 

But I'm free, ooh-ooh

I'm free

 

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

I'm talking about my generation

Talking about that newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget it

'Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it

 

And my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get high on hydroponic weed

And my jazz collection's rare

I get down to Beat poetry

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da

Te-de-de, da-da-ah

Ooh-ooh, woah

 

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da, baby

Ah-ta-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah

Yeah, yeah!