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Madman drummers bummers and Indians
in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin'his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break, And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride, Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground Asked him which was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night, Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right He was just blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun |
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I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up. Ooh-ooh growin' up The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing, I pushed B-52 and bombed `em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing, I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up Ooh-ooh growin' up I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath. I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up |
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Mary Queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin'
The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising Well I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing You're not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order But I was not born to live to die and you were not born for queenin' It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin' Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin' You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin' But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose I don't understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose But I know a place where we can go Mary Where I can get a good job and start all over again clean I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen |
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| 2:05 |
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Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names,
don't trust men who walk with canes drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again. Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo Tainted women in Vistavision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show. Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs Rex said that lady left him limp. Love's like that (sure it is). Queen of diamonds, ace of spades, newly discovered lovers of the everglades They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope The Daily News asks her for the dope She says "Man, the dope's that there's still hope". Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose |
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| 5:14 |
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The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection nuns run round through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell That is, nothin' left that you could sell just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood" I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm Or was he just lost in the flood? Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts they whisper in the air Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose and gets blown right off his feet And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish He still breathing when I walked away And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud" I wonder what that dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood? They said "Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure fucked up" I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood? |
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| 3:25 |
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The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soaked The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel's tires strokes his precious pavement The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes in Volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors Followin' dead-end signs into the sores The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angel's bones. |
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| 4:40 |
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Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin′ hands
`long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake It′s about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight I got a bottle of rose so let′s try it We′ll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I′ll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go They′re built like light and they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night) Oh, you don′t know what they can do to you Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Stand right up now and let it shoot through you Well now Wild young Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap. He said, ″Trust some of this it′ll show you where you′re at, or at least it′ll help you really feel it″ By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey′s fingers were in the cake I think I really dug her `cause I was too loose to fake I said, ″I′m hurt.″ She said, ″Honey let me heal it″. And we danced all night to a soul fairy band and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night) In the night (all night). Janey don′t know what she do to you Like a spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Stand right up and let her shoot through me. Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy dancin′ in the moonlight They were down near the water in a stone mud fight Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt Me and Crazy Janey was makin′ love in the dirt singin′ our birthday songs Janey said it was time to go So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night Baby don′t know what they can do to you Spirits in the night, all night Stand right up and let it shoot right through you |
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| 4:58 |
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Princess cards she sends me with her regards
barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted To her Cheshire smile. I′ll stand on file, she′s all I ever wanted. But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back you wouldn′t even give me time to cover my tracks. You said, ″Here′s your mirror and your ball and jacks″. But they′re not what I came for, and I′m sure you see that too I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak reveal yourself all now to me girl while you′ve got the strength to speak Cause they′re waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask. And don′t call for your surgeon even he says it′s too late It′s not your lungs this time, it′s your heart that holds your fate Don′t give me money, honey, I don′t want it back you and your pony face and your union jack well take your local joker and teach him how to act I swear I was never that way even when I really cracked Didn′t you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive you could laugh and cry in a single sound. And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god? You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek That ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leech. But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore So you, left to find a better reason than the one we were living for and it′s not that nursery mouth I came back for It′s not the way you′re stretched out on the floor cause I′ve broken all your windows and I′ve rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick my sores? And you should know that′s true... I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free |
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I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity" Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down and it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showing me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're out of that hole and back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys, they sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city ... |
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Sparks fly on E Street when the boy
prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains She's death in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane Little Angel says, "Oh, oh, everybody form a line Oh, oh, everybody form a line" Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E StreetShuffle As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans And they move on out down to the scene |
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| 5:35 |
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Sandy the fireworks are hailin′ over Little Eden tonight
Forcin′ a light into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the circuit′s full with switchblade lovers so fast, so shiny, so sharp As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin′ all them silly New York virgins by the score Sandy, the aurora is risin′ behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again Hey Sandy girl, my baby Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white And me I just got tired of hangin′ in them dusty arcades bangin′ them pleasure machines Chasin′ the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag I got on it last night and my shirt got caught And they kept me spinnin′ I didn′t think I′d ever get off Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin′ behind us This pier lights our carnival life on the water Runnin′, laughin′ ′neath the boardwalk with the boss′s daughter I remember, Sandy girl, now baby Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me I spoke with her last night, she said she won′t set themselves on fire for me anymore She worked that joint under the boardwalk, she was always the girl you saw boppin′ down on the beach with the radio The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars, and I saw her parked with Loverboy out on the Kokomo Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin′ fortunes better than they do For me this boardwalk life for me is through You ought to quit this scene too Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Oh love me tonight and I promise I′ll love you forever |
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| 7:06 |
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Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth
She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in Jack Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle And them tin cans are explodin' out in the ninety-degree heat Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street It's sad but it sure is true Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs OOh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? OOh, what can I do, ooh what can I do? Catlong lies back bent on a trash can, Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man Well you better learn to move fast when you're young or you're not long around Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound So get right, get tight, get down Well who's that down at the end of the alley? She's been gone so long Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue And that she left him for a city dude But she's so soft, she's so blue When he looks into her eyes He just sits back and sighs Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? |
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The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade And circus town's on the shortwave The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lightin' flash Movin' fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall Oh God save the human cannonball. And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist, And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin Runnin' home to some small Ohio town Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire, And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors To his dimly lit trailer And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop And the circus boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's ear "Hey son, you want to try the big top?" All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop. |
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Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick But dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater." Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry" Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night Oh good night, it's alright Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' home She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave me alone" And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein" Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed each other good-bye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on She says "Those romantic young boys All they ever want to do is fight" Those romantic young boys They're callin' through the window "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered: Good night, it's all tight Jane I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe |
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| 7:01 |
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Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama′s reins
You know playin′ blind man′s bluff is a little baby′s game You pick up Little Dynamite I′m gonna pick up Little Gun And together we′re gonna go out tonight and make that highway run You don′t have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don′t want to be your son The only lover I′m ever gonna need′s your soft sweet little girl′s tongue and Rosie you′re the one Dynamite′s in the belfry playin′ with the bats Little Gun′s downtown in front of Woolworth′s tryin′ out his attitude on all the cats Papa′s on the corner waitin′ for the bus Mama she′s home in the window waitin′ up for us She′ll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know we ain′t gonna come I ain′t here for business, I′m only here for fun Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain′t no liar, Rosalita you′re my stone desire Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they′re gonna be there Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they′ll be comin′ up for air We′re gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool Stay out all night it′s gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers winners use the door Rosalita jump a little... Now I know your mama she don′t like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band And I know your daddy he don′t dig me but he never did understand Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room I′m comin′ to lend a hand I′m comin′ to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man Someday we′ll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you′re sad your mama′s mad And your papa says he knows that I don′t have any money Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy My machine she′s a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I′m comin′ on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There′s a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin′ So hold tight baby `cause don′t you know daddy′s comin′ Rosalita jump a little... |
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Billy he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact As she falls so softly beneath him Jackie's heels are stacked Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade So walk tall or baby don't walk at all Fish lady, oh fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys They ain't got no money And they're so easy I said "Hey, baby Won't you take my hand Walk with me down Broadway Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway" I'm a young man, I talk it real loud Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you Ah so shake it away So shake away your street life Shake away your city life Hook up to the train And hook up to the night train Hook it up Hook up to the train But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down And when she turns this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley He's singin', singin', singin', singin' |
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Lights out tonight
trouble in the heartland Got a head-on collision smashin′ in my guts, man I′m caught in a cross fire that I don′t understand But there′s one thing I know for sure girl I don′t give a damn For the same old played out scenes I don′t give a damn For just the in betweens Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul I want control right now talk about a dream Try to make it real you wake up in the night With a fear so real Spend your life waiting for a moment that just don′t come Well, don′t waste your time waiting (Chorus) Badlands, you gotta live it everyday Let the broken hearts stand As the price you′ve gotta pay We′ll keep pushin′ till it′s understood and these badlands start treating us good Workin′ in the fields till you get your back burned Workin′ `neath the wheel till you get your facts learned Baby I got my facts learned real good right now You better get it straight darling Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king And a king ain′t satisfied till he rules everything I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got Well I believe in the love that you gave me I believe in the love that you gave me I believe in the faith that could save me I believe in the hope and I pray that some day It may raise me above these (Chorus) mmmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside That it ain′t no sin to be glad you′re alive I wanna find one face that ain′t looking through me I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands (Chorus) |
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| 4:32 |
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In the summer that I was baptized
my father held me to his side As they put me to the water he said how on that day I cried We were prisoners of love, a love in chains He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain With the same hot blood burning in our veins Adam raised a Cain All of the old faces ask you why you're back They fit you with position and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac In the darkness of your room your mother calls you by your true name You remember the faces, the places, the names You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain Adam raised a Cain In the Bible Cain slew Abel and East of Eden he was cast You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames Adam raised a Cain Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream Adam raised a Cain |
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| 5:12 |
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I'm riding down Kingsley, figuring I'll get a drink
Well, I turn the radio up loud so I don't have to think And I take her to the floor looking for a moment when the world seems right And I tear into the guts of something in the night You're born with nothing and better off that way Soon as you've got something they send someone to try and take it away Well, you can ride this road 'til dawn without another human being in sight Well, just kids wasted on something in the night Well, nothing is forgotten or forgiven when it's your last time around And I got stuff running 'round my head that I just can't live down When we found the things we loved, they were crushed and dying in the dirt We tried to pick up the pieces and get away without getting hurt But they caught us at the state line, burned our cars in one last fight And left us running, burned and blind chasing something in the night |
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| 2:45 |
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In Candy's room
There are pictures of her heroes on the wall To get to Candy's room You gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall Strangers from the city Call my baby's number, and they bring her toys When I come knocking, she smiles pretty She knows I wanna be Candy's boy There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face A sadness all her own from which no man can keep Candy safe We kiss, my heart's rushes through my brain And the blood rushes in my veins The fire rushes towards the sky And I go driving Driving deep into the night I go driving deep into the light In Candy's eyes She says, "Baby, if you wanna be wild You got a lot to learn Close your eyes, let them melt Let them fire, let them burn 'Cause in the darkness There'll be hidden worlds that shine" When I hold Candy close She makes those hidden worlds mine She has fancy clothes and diamond rings She has men who'll give her anything She wants but they don't see That what she wants is me Oh, and I want her so I'll never let her go, no, no, no She knows that I'd give All that I've got to give All that I want, all I live To make Candy mine Tonight |
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| 6:53 |
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I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money got no strings attached We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Summer's here and the time is right For racing in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the north east state When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate Some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racing in the street Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats Calling out around the world, we're going racing in the street I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come home the house is dark She sighs "Baby did you make it all right" She sits on the porch of her daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea And wash these sins off our hands Tonight tonight the highway's bright Out of our way mister you best keep 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For racing in the street |
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| 4:27 |
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On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town Driving cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my daddy's garage Driving all night chasing some mirage Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand If I could take one moment into my hands Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man And I believe in a promised land I've done my best to live the right way I get up every morning and go to work each day But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode Explode and tear this whole town apart Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart Find somebody itching for something to start The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand If I could take one moment into my hands Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man And I believe in a promised land There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand If I could take one moment into my hands Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man And I believe in a promised land |
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Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes, Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light, It's the working, the working, just the working life. Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain, I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain, Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life, The working, the working, just the working life. End of the day, factory whistle cries, Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes. And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight, It's the working, the working, just the working life. |
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| 4:03 |
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When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore,
And your eyes are tired and there's someone at your door And you realize you wanna let go And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with Streets of fire Now I'm wandering, a loser down the track I'm lying, but girl I can't go back 'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name And when you realize how they tricked you this time And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire In these streets of fire I live now, only with strangers I talk to only strangers I walk with angels that have no place Streets of fire |
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| 3:57 |
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I've been working real hard trying to get my hands clean.
Tonight we'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold ring and a pretty dress of blue. Baby just one kiss will get these things for you, A kiss to seal our fate tonight, A kiss to prove it all night, prove it all night, Girl there's nothing else that we can do. So prove it all night, prove it all night, And girl I'll prove it all night for you. Everybody's got a hunger, a hunger they can't resist. There's so much that you want, you deserve much more than this. But if dreams came true, oh wouldn't that be nice, But this ain't no dream we're livin' all through tonight, Ah girl you want it, you take it, you pay the price To prove it all night, prove it all night, Prove it all night baby and call the bluff. Prove it all night, prove it all night, And girl I'll prove it all night for your love. (Solos) Baby tie your hair back in a long white bow. Meet me in the fields behind the dynamo. You hear their voices tellin' you not to go. They made their choices and they'll never know What it means to steal, to cheat, to lie. What it's like to live and die... To prove it all night, prove it all night, Baby there's nothin' else that we can do. So prove it all night, prove it all night, Girl I'll prove it all night for you. I'll prove it all night, I'll prove it all night. I'll prove it all night, I'll prove it all night. |
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| 4:28 |
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They′re still racing out at the Trestles
But that blood it never burned in her veins Now I hear she′s got a house up in Fairview And a style she′s trying to maintain Well if she wants to see me You can tell her that I′m easily found Tell her there′s a spot out `neath Abram′s Bridge And tell her there′s a darkness on the edge of town Everybody′s got a secret Sonny Something that they just can′t face Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it They carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose Cut it loose or let it drag `em down Where no one asks any questions Or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town Some folks are born into a good life Other folks get it anyway anyhow I lost my money and I lost my wife Them things don′t seem to matter much to me now Tonight I′ll be on that hill `cause I can′t stop I′ll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I′ll be there on time and I′ll pay the cost For wanting things that can only be found In the darkness on the edge of town |
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