Bruce Springsteen - Devils & Dust(Cd+Dvd) (2005)

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RELEASE DATE:	2005-04-26
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	17
ALBUM TYPE:	정규
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 락 락앤롤
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	835

INTRODUCTION

아메리칸 록의 영원한 보스 브루스 스프링스틴의 19번째 새 앨범[DEVILS & DUST]
빌보드 1위를 기록한 2002년작 [RISING]에 이어 3년 만에 발표하는 앨범이다.
이번 앨범에 수록된 곡은 주로 보스의 음악에 있어 중요한 축을 이루고 있는 <THE E STREET BAND> 없이 1995년 가졌던 첫 솔로 투어 'THE ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

Devils + Dust

Bruce Springsteen

4:59

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don’t know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There’s just devils and dust
We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home’s a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing,
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise

We’ve got God on our side
We’re just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing, baby
It’ll turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

[Harmonica solo]

Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I’ve got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain’t enough
When I look inside my heart
There’s just devils and dust

Well I’ve got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

[Harmonica solo]

All The Way Home

Bruce Springsteen

3:39

I know what it’s like to have failed, baby
With the whole world lookin’ on
I know what it’s like to have soared
And come crashin’ like a drunk on a bar room floor

Now you got no reason to trust me
My confidence is a little rusty
But if you don’t feel like bein’ alone
Baby I could walk you all the way home

Well now our old fears and failures
Baby they do linger
Like the shadow of that ring
That was on your finger
Those days they’ve come and gone
Baby I could walk you all the way home
...

Love leaves nothin’ but shadows and vapor
We go on, as is our sad nature
Now it’s some old Stones’ song the band is trashin’
If you feel like dancin’, baby I’m askin’

It’s comin’ on closing time
Bartender he’s ringin’ last call
These days I don't stand on pride
And I ain’t afraid to take a fall
So if you’re seein’ what you like
Maybe your first choice, he’s gone
Well that’s all right
Baby I could walk you all the way home
Baby I could walk you all the way home

Reno	Bruce Springsteen

4:08

She took off her stockings, I held ‘em to my face
She had your ankles, I felt filled with grace

‘Two hundred dollars straight in
Two-fifty up the ass’ she smiled and said
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
And sat in front of me on the bed

She said, ‘Honey, how’s that feel,
Do you want me to go slow?’
My eyes drifted out the window
And down to the road below

I felt my stomach tighten, the sun bloodied the sky
And sliced through hotel blinds
I closed my eyes

Sunlight on the Amatitlan
Sunlight streaming through your hair
In the Valle de dos Rios
The smell of mock orange filled the air
We rode with the vaqueros
Down into cool rivers of green
I was sure the work and the smile coming out ‘neath your hat
Was all I’ll ever need

Somehow all you ever need’s
Never quite enough you know
You and I, Maria, we learned it’s so
...

She slipped me out of her mouth
‘You’re ready,’ she said
She took off her bra and panties
Wet her fingers, slipped it inside her
And crawled over me on the bed

She bought me another whisky
Said ‘here’s to the best you ever had’
We laughed and made a toast
It wasn’t the best I ever had
Not even close

4:17

4:09

Rainey Williams' playground was the Mott Haven streets where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths, names and photos of young black faces,
whose death and blood consecrated these places.
Rainey's mother said, "Rainey stay at my side,
for you are my blessing you are my pride.
It's your love here that keeps my soul alive.
I want you to come home from school and stay inside."

Rainey'd do his work and put his books away.
There was a channel showed a western movie everyday. Lynette brought him home books on the black
cowboys of the Oklahoma range
and the Seminole scouts
who fought the tribes of the Great Plains.
Summer come and the days grew long.
Rainey always had his mother's smile to depend on.
Along a street of stray bullets he made his way,
to the warmth of her arms at the end of each day.

Come the fall the rain flooded these homes,
here in Ezekiel's valley of dry bones,
it fell hard and dark to the ground. It fell without a sound. Lynette took up with a man
whose business was the boulevard,
whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard.
In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept.
In the day, behind drawn curtains,
in Lynette's bedroom he slept.

Then she got lost in the days.
The smile Rainey depended on dusted away,
the arms that held him were no more his home.
He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening
to the ghost in her bones.

In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes. From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side, stood in the dark at his mother's bed, brushed her hair and kissed her eyes.

In the twilight Rainey walked to the station
along streets of stone.
Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on.
Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept,
as he lay his head back on the seat and slept.
He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green, corn and cotton and an endless nothin' in between.
Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped
and was gone.
The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone.

Rainey'd do his work and put his books away. 
There was a channel showed a western movie everyday. Lynette brought him home books on the black 
cowboys of the Oklahoma range 
and the Seminole scouts 
who fought the tribes of the Great Plains. 
Summer come and the days grew long. 
Rainey always had his mother's smile to depend on. 
Along a street of stray bullets he made his way, 
to the warmth of her arms at the end of each day.

Come the fall the rain flooded these homes, 
here in Ezekiel's valley of dry bones, 
it fell hard and dark to the ground. It fell without a sound. Lynette took up with a man 
whose business was the boulevard, 
whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard. 
In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept. 
In the day, behind drawn curtains, 
in Lynette's bedroom he slept.

Then she got lost in the days. 
The smile Rainey depended on dusted away, 
the arms that held him were no more his home. 
He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening 
to the ghost in her bones.

In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes. From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side, stood in the dark at his mother's bed, brushed her hair and kissed her eyes.

In the twilight Rainey walked to the station 
along streets of stone. 
Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on. 
Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept, 
as he lay his head back on the seat and slept. 
He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green, corn and cotton and an endless nothin' in between. 
Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped 
and was gone. 
The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone.

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Maria's Bed

Bruce Springsteen

5:35

Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights
I ain't complainin', it's my job and it suits me right
I got a sweet soft fever rushin' 'round my head
I'm gonna sleep tonight in Maria's bed

Got on a dead man suit and smilin' skull ring
Lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing
I keep my heart in my work but trouble's in my head
And I keep my soul in Maria's bed

I been up on sugar mountain, 'cross the sweet blue seas
I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery
I got run outta luck and give myself up for dead
And I drank the cool clear waters from Maria's bed

She give me candy stick kisses 'neath a wolf dog moon
One sweet breath and she'll take you, mister, to the upper room
I was burned by the angels, sold wings of lead
Then I fell in the roses and sweet salvation of Maria's bed

I been out in the desert, yeah, doin' my time
Siftin' through the dust for fools gold, lookin' for a sign
Holy man said "hold on brother, there's a light up ahead"
Ain't nothing like a light that shines on me in Maria's bed

Well, I'll take my blessings at the river head
I'm living in the light of Maria's bed

Silver Palomino

Bruce Springsteen

3:23

(A mother dies, leaving her young son to come to terms
with the loss.
In remembrance of Fiona Chappel,
for her sons Tyler and Oliver.)

**

I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe’s on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon’s glow
My silver palomino
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
I track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She’d dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino
Our mustaneros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino

In my dreams bareback I ride
Over the pradera low and wide
As the wind sweeps out the draw
‘Cross the scrub desert floor

I’d give my riata and spurs
If I could be forever yours
I’d ride into the serrania where no one goes
For my silver palomino

Summer drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off
the prickly pear
And mother, your hand slipped from my hair

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your hair
The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
‘Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the silver palomino

Jesus Was An Only Son

Bruce Springsteen

2:54

Leah	Bruce Springsteen

3:32

10.

The Hitter

Bruce Springsteen

5:53

Come to the door, ma, and unlock the chain
Well, I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain
There's nothing that I want, nothing that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
With the police on my back, I fled to New Orleans
Well, I fought in the dockyards for the money that I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town
Well, they paid me their money, ma, I knocked the men down
I did what I did and it come easily
Restraint and mercy, ma, were always strangers to me

I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth, I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him, pounded his bloody body into the floor

Well, the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
'Til I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone

And the women and the money came fast and the days, I lost track
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
Well, I took my good share, ma, I have no regrets

I took the fix at the state armory with John McDowell
From high in the rafters I watched myself fall
As they raised his arm, my stomach twisted and the sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back

Understand, in the end, ma, every man plays the game
If you know me one different, then speak out his name

Ma, if my voice now you don't recognize
Well, just open the door and look into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while

Now the gray rain's fallin' and my ring fightin's done
So in the work fields and alleys, I take all who'll come
If you're a better man than me, then just step to the line
And show me your money and speak out your crime

Now there's nothin' I want, ma, nothin' that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

Well, tonight in Stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and take off my shirt
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain man nor time can erase
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
With the police on my back, I fled to New Orleans
Well, I fought in the dockyards for the money that I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town
Well, they paid me their money, ma, I knocked the men down
I did what I did and it come easily
Restraint and mercy, ma, were always strangers to me

I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth, I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him, pounded his bloody body into the floor

Well, the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
'Til I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone

And the women and the money came fast and the days, I lost track
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
Well, I took my good share, ma, I have no regrets

I took the fix at the state armory with John McDowell
From high in the rafters I watched myself fall
As they raised his arm, my stomach twisted and the sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back

Understand, in the end, ma, every man plays the game
If you know me one different, then speak out his name

Ma, if my voice now you don't recognize
Well, just open the door and look into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while

Now the gray rain's fallin' and my ring fightin's done
So in the work fields and alleys, I take all who'll come
If you're a better man than me, then just step to the line
And show me your money and speak out your crime

Now there's nothin' I want, ma, nothin' that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

Well, tonight in Stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and take off my shirt
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain man nor time can erase
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face

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11.

All I'M Thinking Aboug

Bruce Springsteen

4:23

12.

Matamoros Banks

Bruce Springsteen

4:00

Each year many die crossing the deserts,
mountains, and rivers of our southern border in search
of a better life.
Here I follow the journey backwards,
from the body at the river bottom,
to the man walking across the desert towards the banks
of the Rio Grande.

For two days the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the light without a sound
Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes,
so they lay open to the stars

Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the earth they make their claim
That the things of heaven may do the same
Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks,
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks

Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread
My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
I long, my darling, for your kiss,
for your sweet love I give God thanks
The touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks

Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind
I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive
I long, my darling, for your kiss,
for your sweet love I give God thanks
A touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks

Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks