“Brooklyn Baby” is a song by American singer-songwriter Lana Del Rey, album “Ultraviolence.” The song showcases Lana’s signature blend of vintage-inspired melodies and poetic lyrics. Through its dreamy and melancholic atmosphere, “Brooklyn Baby” delves into themes of love, identity, and the clash between mainstream culture and artistic authenticity. The lyrics offer a glimpse into the life of a young woman who grapples with her relationship, aspirations, and the allure of counter-culture influences in the vibrant borough of Brooklyn, New York. With its evocative storytelling and distinctive sound, “Brooklyn Baby” stands as a notable piece within Lana Del Rey’s discography.
Released in 2014
Brooklyn Baby Lyrics:
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