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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress Devil with the blue dress on Fe, fe, fi, fi, fo, fo, fum Look at Molly now, here she come Wearin' a wig, hat, shades to match High healed sneakers and an aligator hat Wearin' her diamons, wearin' a big ring She got rasors on her fingers and everything Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress Devil with the blue dress on Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress Devil with the blue dress on Wearin' her perfume, Chanel number five Got to be the finest looking woman alive She looks so pretty every time she walks by The boys are too nervous, even to say hi Not too skinny, not too fat She's a real humdinger and I like it like that Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress Devil with the blue dress on Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress Devil with the blue dress on Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rockin' and rollin' Don't you hear your mama call From the early, early morning to the early, early night See Miss Molly rockin' in the house of blue light Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rockin' and rollin' Don't you hear your mama call Well c., c.c. rider Come on see just what you've done Well I said c., c.c. rider Come on see just what you've done You made me loving you And now, now, now your man has come Well now I'm goin' c.c. rider Goin' to see my baby c.c. rider And I won't be back c.c. rider |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look just live like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang′s assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They′ll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there′s an opera out on the Turnpike There′s a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street′s alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock′n′roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they′re gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat′s own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street′s on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what′s fantasy and the poets down here Don′t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungleland |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look just live like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang′s assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They′ll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there′s an opera out on the Turnpike There′s a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street′s alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock′n′roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they′re gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat′s own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street′s on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what′s fantasy and the poets down here Don′t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungleland |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look just live like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang′s assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They′ll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there′s an opera out on the Turnpike There′s a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street′s alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock′n′roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they′re gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat′s own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street′s on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what′s fantasy and the poets down here Don′t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungleland |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look just live like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang′s assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They′ll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there′s an opera out on the Turnpike There′s a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street′s alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock′n′roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they′re gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat′s own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street′s on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what′s fantasy and the poets down here Don′t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungleland |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
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 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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Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing So if you want to come along You gotta promise you won't say anything `Cause this guy don't dance And the word's been passed this is our last chance We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie `Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line And if we blow this one They ain't gonna be looking for just me this time And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend And remember, just don't smile Change your shirt, `cause tonight we got style Well Cherry says she's gonna walk `Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it But Eddie, man, she don't understand That two grand's practically sitting here in my pocket And tonight's gonna be everything that I said And when I walk through that door I'm just gonna throw that money on the bed She'll see this time I wasn't just talking Then I'm gonna go out walking Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride? |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing So if you want to come along You gotta promise you won't say anything `Cause this guy don't dance And the word's been passed this is our last chance We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie `Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line And if we blow this one They ain't gonna be looking for just me this time And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend And remember, just don't smile Change your shirt, `cause tonight we got style Well Cherry says she's gonna walk `Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it But Eddie, man, she don't understand That two grand's practically sitting here in my pocket And tonight's gonna be everything that I said And when I walk through that door I'm just gonna throw that money on the bed She'll see this time I wasn't just talking Then I'm gonna go out walking Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride? |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing So if you want to come along You gotta promise you won't say anything `Cause this guy don't dance And the word's been passed this is our last chance We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie `Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line And if we blow this one They ain't gonna be looking for just me this time And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend And remember, just don't smile Change your shirt, `cause tonight we got style Well Cherry says she's gonna walk `Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it But Eddie, man, she don't understand That two grand's practically sitting here in my pocket And tonight's gonna be everything that I said And when I walk through that door I'm just gonna throw that money on the bed She'll see this time I wasn't just talking Then I'm gonna go out walking Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride? |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
You get up every morning at the sound of the bell
You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell Till you're out on a midnight run Losing your heart to a beautiful one And it feels right as you lock up the house Turn out the lights and step out into the night And the world is busting at its seams And you're just a prisoner of your dreams Holding on for your life `cause you work all day To blow `em away in the night The rat traps filled with soul crusaders The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars As you jockey your way through the cars And sit at the light, as it changes to green With your faith in your machine off you scream into the night And you're in love with all the wonder it brings And every muscle in your body sings as the highway ignites You work nine to five and somehow you survive till the night Hell all day they're busting you up on the outside But tonight you're gonna break on through to the inside And it'll be right, it'll be right, and it'll be tonight And you know she will be waiting there And you'll find her somehow you swear Somewhere tonight you run sad and free Until all you can see is the night |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
You get up every morning at the sound of the bell
You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell Till you're out on a midnight run Losing your heart to a beautiful one And it feels right as you lock up the house Turn out the lights and step out into the night And the world is busting at its seams And you're just a prisoner of your dreams Holding on for your life `cause you work all day To blow `em away in the night The rat traps filled with soul crusaders The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars As you jockey your way through the cars And sit at the light, as it changes to green With your faith in your machine off you scream into the night And you're in love with all the wonder it brings And every muscle in your body sings as the highway ignites You work nine to five and somehow you survive till the night Hell all day they're busting you up on the outside But tonight you're gonna break on through to the inside And it'll be right, it'll be right, and it'll be tonight And you know she will be waiting there And you'll find her somehow you swear Somewhere tonight you run sad and free Until all you can see is the night |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
You get up every morning at the sound of the bell
You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell Till you're out on a midnight run Losing your heart to a beautiful one And it feels right as you lock up the house Turn out the lights and step out into the night And the world is busting at its seams And you're just a prisoner of your dreams Holding on for your life `cause you work all day To blow `em away in the night The rat traps filled with soul crusaders The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars As you jockey your way through the cars And sit at the light, as it changes to green With your faith in your machine off you scream into the night And you're in love with all the wonder it brings And every muscle in your body sings as the highway ignites You work nine to five and somehow you survive till the night Hell all day they're busting you up on the outside But tonight you're gonna break on through to the inside And it'll be right, it'll be right, and it'll be tonight And you know she will be waiting there And you'll find her somehow you swear Somewhere tonight you run sad and free Until all you can see is the night |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Don't you know that I danced, I danced till a quarter to three
With the help, last night, of Daddy G. He was swingin on the sax like a nobody could And I was dancin' all over the room. Oh, don't you know the people were dancin' like they were mad, it was the swingin'est band they had, ever had. It was the swingin'est song that could ever be, It was a night with Daddy G. Let me tell you now, I never had it so good Yeah and I know you never could Until you get hip with that jive And take a band like the Church Street Five. Oh don't you know that I danced, I danced till a quarter to three With the help last night of Daddy G. Everybody was as happy as they could be And they were swingin with Daddy G. Blow Daddy! Let me tell you now, I never had it so good Yeah and I know you never could Until you get hip with that jive And take a band like the Church Street Five. Oh don't you know that I danced, I danced till a quarter to three With the help last night of Daddy G. He was swingin on the sax like a nobody could, and I was dancin all over the room Oh don't you know the Dance, do bee wa dah Dance, do bee wah dah You can dance, do bee wah dah, You can dance, dance, dance |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh, and that smile on her lips because she knows that it kills me With her soft French cream, standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because French cream won't soften them boots And French kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Oh, she's the one She's the one That thunder in your heart at night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes that tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep tonight Or how far you run Oh, she's the one She's the one Oh, and just one kiss, she'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness That secret pact you made back when her love could save you From the bitterness Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh, and that smile on her lips because she knows that it kills me With her soft French cream, standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because French cream won't soften them boots And French kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Oh, she's the one She's the one That thunder in your heart at night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes that tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep tonight Or how far you run Oh, she's the one She's the one Oh, and just one kiss, she'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness That secret pact you made back when her love could save you From the bitterness Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh, and that smile on her lips because she knows that it kills me With her soft French cream, standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because French cream won't soften them boots And French kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Oh, she's the one She's the one That thunder in your heart at night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes that tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep tonight Or how far you run Oh, she's the one She's the one Oh, and just one kiss, she'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness That secret pact you made back when her love could save you From the bitterness Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh, and that smile on her lips because she knows that it kills me With her soft French cream, standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because French cream won't soften them boots And French kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Oh, she's the one She's the one That thunder in your heart at night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes that tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep tonight Or how far you run Oh, she's the one She's the one Oh, and just one kiss, she'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness That secret pact you made back when her love could save you From the bitterness Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one Oh, she's the one |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Teardrops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move Well, everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on the bad side and I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Well, I was stranded in the jungle trying to take in all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright and lined with the light of the living From a tenement window, a transistor blasts Turn around the corner, things got real quiet real fast I walked into a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid, you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown and the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city all the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Teardrops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move Well, everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on the bad side and I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Well, I was stranded in the jungle trying to take in all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright and lined with the light of the living From a tenement window, a transistor blasts Turn around the corner, things got real quiet real fast I walked into a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid, you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown and the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city all the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Teardrops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move Well, everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on the bad side and I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Well, I was stranded in the jungle trying to take in all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright and lined with the light of the living From a tenement window, a transistor blasts Turn around the corner, things got real quiet real fast I walked into a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid, you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown and the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city all the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Teardrops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move Well, everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on the bad side and I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Well, I was stranded in the jungle trying to take in all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright and lined with the light of the living From a tenement window, a transistor blasts Turn around the corner, things got real quiet real fast I walked into a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid, you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown and the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city all the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The screen door slams
Mary′s dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that′s me and I want you only Don′t turn me home again I just can′t face myself alone again Don′t run back inside darling you know just what I′m here for So you′re scared and you′re thinking That maybe we ain′t that young anymore Show a little faith, there′s magic in the night You ain′t a beauty, but hey you′re alright Oh and that′s alright with me You can hide `neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well now I′m no hero That′s understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair Well the night′s busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven′s waiting on down the tracks Oh oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it′s late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car′s out back If you′re ready to take that long walk >From your front porch to my front seat The door′s open but the ride it ain′t free And I know you′re lonely For words that I ain′t spoken But tonight we′ll be free All the promises′ll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they′re gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It′s a town full of losers And I′m pulling out of here to win. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The screen door slams
Mary′s dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that′s me and I want you only Don′t turn me home again I just can′t face myself alone again Don′t run back inside darling you know just what I′m here for So you′re scared and you′re thinking That maybe we ain′t that young anymore Show a little faith, there′s magic in the night You ain′t a beauty, but hey you′re alright Oh and that′s alright with me You can hide `neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well now I′m no hero That′s understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair Well the night′s busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven′s waiting on down the tracks Oh oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it′s late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car′s out back If you′re ready to take that long walk >From your front porch to my front seat The door′s open but the ride it ain′t free And I know you′re lonely For words that I ain′t spoken But tonight we′ll be free All the promises′ll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they′re gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It′s a town full of losers And I′m pulling out of here to win. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
The screen door slams
Mary′s dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that′s me and I want you only Don′t turn me home again I just can′t face myself alone again Don′t run back inside darling you know just what I′m here for So you′re scared and you′re thinking That maybe we ain′t that young anymore Show a little faith, there′s magic in the night You ain′t a beauty, but hey you′re alright Oh and that′s alright with me You can hide `neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well now I′m no hero That′s understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair Well the night′s busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven′s waiting on down the tracks Oh oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it′s late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car′s out back If you′re ready to take that long walk >From your front porch to my front seat The door′s open but the ride it ain′t free And I know you′re lonely For words that I ain′t spoken But tonight we′ll be free All the promises′ll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they′re gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It′s a town full of losers And I′m pulling out of here to win. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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, 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, 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, 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 I believe in the love that you gave me, I believe in the hope that can save me, I believe in the faith and I pray, that someday it may raise me, Above these badlands 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. 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 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. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
In Candy's room, there are pictures of her heroes on the wall,
but 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 pumpin' to my brain the blood rushes in my veins, when I touch Candy's lips, We 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 the hidden worlds mine, She has fancy clothes and diamond rings, She has men who 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 got to give, All that I want, all that I live, to make Candy mine Tonight |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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 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 living through tonight, Girl, you want it, you take it, you pay the price. Prove it all night, prove it all night girl and call the bluff, prove it all night, prove it all night and girl, I prove it all night for your love. Baby, tie your hair back in a long white bow, Meet me in the fields out behind the dynamo, You hear the voices telling 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.. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
I got a '32 Ford she's a 318 Fuelie heads and a hurst on the floor
And she'll be sitting tonight down in the parking lot At the 7-11 store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight outta scrap (scratch) And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money, ain't no strings attached We shut 'em up and we shut 'em down And tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats So come on out around the world We're going racing in the street Well we take all the action we can meet And we cover all the Northeast States When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street From the backroads to the turnpike gates Well now some guys do it for the money And other guys do it 'cause they don't know what else they can do And me I just didn't have nothing left at home I got tired of waking up in a world somebody else owned And so tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my forst heat Summer's here and the time is right For going racing in the street Well I met her on the strip three years ago She was in a Camaro with this dude from LA And I blew that Camaro off my back And I stole that little girl away But now there's wrinkles round my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come and the house is dark She whispers, hey baby did you make it alright Honey tonight tonight the strip's just right Baby you'll blow 'em all outta their seats And so come on out now, the time is right (little one and) We'll go racing in the street Yes come on out now little one And we'll go dying in the street Yes come on out now little one And we'll go dying in the street Well it really is the truth (true) Baby what else can we do Racing in the street Racing in the street Racing in the street Racing in the street Racing in the street |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
Well I'm riding down Kingsley, figuring I'll get a drink
I turn the radio way up loud, so I don't have to think Then 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 I picked this chick up hitch-hiking She hung her head out the window and she screamed She said she was looking for someplace to go To die or be redeemed She said, well you can ride this road till dawn Without another human being in sight Everybody's gone lookin' for something in the night She said she was born with nothing Said she was better off that way Soon as you got something They send somebody to come along and try and take it away She wants me to push this old car Says together, me and her, we can make it clean Make it fast make it out of sight We can surrneder to the justice of something in the night And I know that nothing is forgotten or forgiven You only got one time around And there's stuff running round my he I can't live with or live down And inside all the Big Boys and the Players Sit around the table and mumble about some big wrong or right While kids like us rumble - over something in the night And then we found the things we loved They were crushed and dying in the dirt Me and her we tried to pick up, pick up some of the pieces And get away without getting hurt - should've known Because they caught us at the State line Burned our cars in one last fight And then they sent us running blind into the swamps Chasing something in the night Alternative final verses And now all them people out on the Island They better lock up their doors and take their children by the hand Because tonight the Devil will walk these streets like a king Better bring along some switchblades in case that old fool wants to fight You can tell him I'll be waiting in my room with all the light out Crazy with that something in the night Tonight me and that little girl we're gonna love each other Till we got nothing left to show We're gonna push my old car as hard and as fast as she will go For all the ones caught laughing in the face of the Devil Who went when the moment was right Somewhere we'll surrender to the beauty Of something in the night |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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 realise you gotta let go And there's four tyres callin' in the morning On weak lies but babe I ain;t no liar We got streets of fire Streets of fire Streets of fire Streets of fire I'm wandering a loser down these tracks And I'm dying but babe I can't go back 'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name And when you realise how they tricked you this time And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire In these streets of fire Streets of fire Streets of fire I live now, only with strangers I talk to only strangers 'Cause we know, you, yeah me and you girl, we know We know what it's all about now, baby And don't look in my face - don 'Cause I'm strung out on the wire In these streets of fire, yeah Streets of fire Streets of fire Streets of fire Streets of fire |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
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 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 I believe in a promised land... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they′re gettin′ ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there′s trouble busin′ in from outta state and the D.A. can′t get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin′ commission′s hangin′ on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus) Well now everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I′ll stay We′re goin′ out where the sand′s turnin′ to gold so put on your stockin′s baby `cause the night′s getting cold And everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin′ for a job but it′s hard to find Down here it′s just winners and losers and don′t get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I′m tired of comin′ out on the losin′ end So honey last night I met this guy and I′m gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids, it's been the same come down I get a call on the short-wave, Franky's in trouble downtown Well, if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother, sometimes you look the other way Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother would Man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good Well, Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife But them wheat prices kept on droppin' 'til it was like we were gettin' robbed Franky came home in '68, and me, I took this job Yeah, we're laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', teach him how to walk that line Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no friend of mine Well, the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin' on the floor, lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cryin' at a table and it was Frank, they said Well, I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights Well, I must've done a hundred and ten through Michigan county that night It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow bank Seen a Buick with Ohio plates, behind the wheel was Frank Well, I chased him through them county roads 'til a sign said Canadian border five miles from here Pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother would Man turns his back on his family, he just ain't no good |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
Well, they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month
Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99 Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top When an off-duty cop snuck up on him from behind Out in front of the club Tip Top, they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99 Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was mean John Brown He came into the courtroom and stared poor Johnny down Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence, son, fit the crime Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even, Johnny 99 A fist fight broke out in the courtroom, they had to drag Johnny's girl away His mama stood up and shouted "Judge, don't take my boy this way" Well, son, you got any statement you'd like to make Before the bailiff comes and forever take you away Now judge, judge, I got debts no honest man could pay The bank was holdin' my mortgage and takin' my house away Now I ain't sayin' that make me an innocent man But it was more'n all this that put that gun in my hand Well, Your Honor, I do believe I'd be better off dead And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over, judge, one more time And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that excecution line |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
There's a place out on the edge of town, sir
Rising above the factories and the fields Now, ever since I was a child I can remember That mansion on the hill In the day, you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel Steel gates that completely surround, sir The mansion on the hill At night, my daddy'd take me and we'd ride Through the streets of a town so silent and still Park on a back road along the highway side Look up at that mansion on the hill In the summer, all the lights would shine There'd be music playing, people laughing all the time Me and my sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill Tonight, down here in Linden town I watch the cars rushing by home from the mill There's a beautiful full moon rising Above the mansion on the hill |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees, and there in the night My father's house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts I got dressed, and to that house I did ride from out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light I walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door I told her my story, and who I'd come for She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore" My father's house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in the night Calling and calling, so cold and alone Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
I saw her standin′ on her front lawn just twirlin′ her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I can′t say that I′m sorry for the things that we done At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back You make sure my pretty baby is sittin′ right there on my lap They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul′d be hurled They wanted to know why I did what I did Well sir I guess there′s just a meanness in this world |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points Well, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone Gotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Goodnight good luck one two power shift I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas Gotta call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation Hey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick Got his car door flung open he's standin' out on highway 31 Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and run Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe Now Mary Lou loved Johnny with a love mean and true She said "Baby I'll work for you every day and bring my money home to you" One day he up and left her and ever since that She waits down at the end of that dirt road for young Johnny to come back Struck me kinda funny seemed kind of funny sir to me How at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe Take a baby to the river Kyle William they called him Wash the baby in the water take away little Kyle's sin In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it mean Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe Congregation gathers down by the riverside Preacher stands with his Bible groom stands waitin' for his bride Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree Groom stands alone and watches the river rush on so effortlessly Wonderin' where can his baby be still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
New Jersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow
Out where the great black rivers flow License, registration, I ain't got none But I got a clear conscience 'bout the things that I done Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Please don't stop me, please don't stop me Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife The only thing that I got's been both'rin' me my whole life Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Please don't stop me, please don't stop me In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy Radio relay towers gonna lead me to my baby The radio's jammed up with talk show stations It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, 'til you lose your patience Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Hey, somebody out there, listen to my last prayer Hiho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could, but he just can't Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do Now, mister, the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again Now, the neighbors come from near and far As we pull up in our brand new used car I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry Tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn The sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue Now, mister, the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you
went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere In some bus or train traveling along In some motel room there'll be a radio playing And you'll hear me sing this song Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand" I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more, Cover me, come on and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark You sit around getting older there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders come on baby this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry hey baby I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction come on now baby gimme just one look You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey baby |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Driving in to Darlington County
Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Driving in to Darlington County Looking for some work on the county line We drove down from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name Driving in to Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop We got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top singing Sha la la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la la Hey little girl standing on the corner Today's your lucky day for sure all right Me and my buddy we're from New York City We got two hundred dollars we want to rock all night Girl you're looking at two big spenders Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you Come on baby take a seat on my fender It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do Just me and you we could Sha la la... Little girl sitting in the window Ain't seen my buddy in seven days County man tells me the same thing He don't work and he don't get paid Little girl you're so young and pretty Walk with me and you can have your way And we'll leave this Darlington City For a ride down that Dixie Highway Driving out of Darlington County My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Driving out of Darlington County Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford Sha la la... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the carwash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train She just said "Joe I gotta go We had it once we ain't got it any more" She packed her bags left me behind She bought a ticket on the Central Line Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining I feel her kiss in the misty rain And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train Last night I heard your voice You were crying, crying, you were so alone You said your love had never died You were waiting for me at home Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods I ran till I thought my chest would explode There in the clearing, beyond the highway In the moonlight, our wedding house shone I rushed through the yard I burst through the front door My head pounding hard up the stairs I climbed The room was dark, our bed was empty Then I heard that long whistle whine And I dropped to my knees hung my head and cried Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang Knocking down them cross ties working in the rain Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
I had a friend
Was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speedball by ya Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walkin' in, he was walkin' out We went back inside Sat down, had a few drinks But all we kept talkin' about Was Glory Days! Well they'll pass you by Glory Days! In the wink of a young girl's eye Glory Days! Glory Days! Well, there's a girl that lives up the block Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by And have a few drinks After she puts her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby Well they split up I guess it's two years gone by We just sit around, talkin' bout the old times And when she feels like cryin' She starts laughin', thinkin' about Glory Days! Well they'll pass you by Glory Days! In the wink of a young girl's eye Glory Days! Glory Days! My old man worked twenty years on the line And they let him go Now everywhere he goes out lookin' for work They just tell him that he's too old I was nine years old, and he was workin' at The Metuchen Ford plant assembly line Now he just sits on a stool Down at the Legion Hall But I can tell what's on his mind Glory Days! Well they'll pass you by Glory Days! In the wink of a young girl's eye Glory Days! Glory Days! Now I think I'm goin' down to the well tonight Gonna drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around talkin' about it But I probably will Yeah, just sittin' back Trying to recapture A little of the glory of Well time slips away And leaves you with nothin' Mister But boring stories of Glory Days! Well they'll pass you by Glory Days! In the wink of a young girl's eye Glory Days! Glory Days! Glory Days! |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
We sit in the car outside your house
I can feel the heat coming 'round I go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like I'm way out of bounds, you let out one of your bored sighs Well lately, when I look into your eyes I'm goin' down We get dressed up and we go out baby for the night We come home early burning, burning, burning in some fire fight I'm sick and tired of your setting me up, setting me up just to knock-a, knock-a, knock-a me down I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt I remember back when we started, my kisses used to turn you inside out I used to drive you to work in the morning Friday night I'd drive you all around You used to love to drive me wild But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone I got a bad desire I'm on fire Tell me now baby is he good to you Can he do to you the things that I do I can take you higher I'm on fire Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire I'm on fire |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
I was eight years old, and runnin' with
A dime in my hand To the bus stop, to pick up a paper For my old man I'd sit in his lap In that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He'd tossle my hair And say, "son take A good look around This is your home town This is your home town This is your home town This is your home town In '65, tension was runnin' high At my high school There was lot of fights Tween the black and white There was nothin' you could do Two cars at a light On a Saturday night In the back seat there was a gun Words were passed In a shotgun blast Troubled times had come To my home town My home town My home town My home town Now Main Street's whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody Who wants to come down here no more They're closin' down the textile mill 'cross the railroad tracks Foreman said these jobs are goin' boys And they ain't comin' back To your home town Your home town Your home town Your hometown Last nite, me and Kate We lay in bed And talked about gettin' out Packin up our bags Maybe headin' South I'm thirty five We got a boy Of our own now Last night I set him up Behind the wheel And said, "son take a good look around This is your home town" |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
We busted out of class,
Had to get away from those fools We learned more from a three minute record Than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to pound You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes And follow your dreams down We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No Retreat, No Surrender Like soldiers in a winter's night with a vow to defend No Retreat, No Surrender Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again and hear your sister's voice calling us across the open yards Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No Retreat, No Surrender Blood brothers in a stormy night With a vow to defend No Retreat, No Surrender Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim The walls of my room are closing in There's a war outside still raging You say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed With a wide open country in my eyes And these romantic dreams in my head |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work
Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families some looking to get hurt Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts I work for the county out on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this Working on the highway laying down the blacktop Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway I met her at a dance down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back Working on the highway... I saved up my money and I put it all away I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say "Son can't you see that she's just a little girl She don't know nothing about this cruel cruel world" We lit out down to Florida we got along all right One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day And the judge got mad and he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work bell clang Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang Working on the highway... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I got the fortunes of heaven in diamonds and gold
I got all the bonds baby that the bank could hold I got houses 'cross the country honey end to end And everybody buddy wants to be my friend Well I got all the riches baby any man ever knew But the only thing I ain't got honey I ain't got you I got a house full of Rembrandt and priceless art And all the little girls they wanna tear me apart When I walk down the street people stop and stare Well you'd think I might be thrilled but baby I don't care 'Cause I got more good luck honey than old King Farouk But the only thing I ain't got baby I ain't got you I got a big diamond watch sittin' on my wrist I try to tempt you baby but you just resist I made a deal with the devil babe I won't deny Until I got you in my arms I can't be satisfied I got a pound of caviar sitting home on ice I got a fancy foreign car that rides like paradise I got a hundred pretty women knockin' down my door And folks wanna kiss me I ain't even seen before I been around the world and all across the seven seas Been paid a king's ransom for doin' what comes naturally But I'm still the biggest fool honey this world ever knew 'Cause the only thing I ain't got baby I ain't got you |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I got a dollar in my pocket
there ain't a cloud up above I got a picture in a locket that says baby I love you Well if you didn't look then boys then fellas don't go lookin' now Well here she comes a-walkin' all that heaven will allow Say hey there mister bouncer now all I wanna do is dance But I swear I left my wallet back home in my workin' pants C'mon Slim slip me in man I'll make it up to you somehow I can't be late I got a date with all that heaven will allow Rain and storm and dark skies well now they don't mean a thing If you got a girl that loves you and who wants to wear your ring So c'mon mister trouble we'll make it through you somehow We'll fill this house with all the love all that heaven will allow Now some may wanna die young man young and gloriously Get it straight now mister hey buddy that ain't me 'Cause I got something on my mind that sets me straight and walkin' proud And I want all the time all that heaven will allow |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I hold you in my arms
As the band plays What are those words whispered baby Just as you turn away I saw you last night Out on the edge of town I wanna read your mind To know just what I've got in this new thing I've found So tell me what I see When I look in your eyes Is that you baby Or just a brilliant disguise? I heard somebody call your name From underneath our willow I saw something tucked in shame Underneath your pillow Well I've tried so hard baby But I just can't see What a woman like you Is doing with me So tell me who I see When I look in your eyes Is that you baby Or just a brilliant disguise? Now look at me baby Struggling to do everything right And then it all falls apart When out go the lights I'm just a lonely pilgrim I walk this world in wealth I want to know if it's you I don't trust 'Cause I damn sure don't trust myself Now you play the loving woman I'll play the faithful man But just don't look too close Into the palm of my hand We stood at the altar The gypsy swore our future was right But come the wee wee hours Well maybe baby, the gypsy lied So when you look at me You better look hard and look twice Is that me baby Or just a brilliant disguise? Tonight our bed is cold I'm lost in the darkness of our love God have mercy on the man Who doubts what he's sure of |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code When something caught his eye he'd measure his need And then very carefully he'd proceed Billy met a young girl in the early days of May It was there in her arms he let his cautiousness slip away In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him On his right hand Billy tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear And in which hand he held his fate was never clear Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride And with his own hands built a great house down by the riverside Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right He worked hard to fill their lives with happy days and loving nights Alone on his knees in the darkness for steadiness he'd pray For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin' his wife's name She lay breathing beside him in a peaceful sleep, a thousand miles away He got dressed in the moonlight and down to the highway he strode When he got there he didn't find nothing but road Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldn't name Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain At their bedside he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin so white Filling their room with the beauty of God's fallen light |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hopped in my old Ford Hit the engine but she ain't turnin' We've given each other some hard lessons lately But we ain't learnin' We're the same sad story that's a fact One step up and two steps back Bird on a wire outside my motel room But he ain't singin' Girl in white outside a church in June But the church bells they ain't ringing I'm sittin' here in this bar tonight But all I'm thinkin' is I'm the same old story same old act One step up and two steps back It's the same thing night on night Who's wrong baby who's right Another fight and I slam the door on Another battle in our dirty little war When I look at myself I don't see The man I wanted to be Somewhere along the line I slipped off track I'm caught movin' one step up and two steps back There's a girl across the bar I get the message she's sendin' Mmm she ain't lookin' to married And me well honey I'm pretending Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms The music was never-ending We danced as the evening sky faded to black One step up and two steps back |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Bobby said he'd pull out Bobby stayed in
Janey had a baby it wasn't any sin They were set to marry on a summer day Bobby got scared and he ran away Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake She sighed Ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake She settled in in a back room time passed on Later that winter a son came along (Chorus) Spare parts And broken hearts Keep the world turnin' around Now Janey walked that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl and she missed the party lights Meanwhile in South Texas in a dirty oil patch Bobby heard 'bout his son bein' born and swore he wasn't ever goin' back (Chorus) Janey heard about a woman over in Calverton Put her baby in the river let the river roll on She looked at her boy in the crib where he lay Got down on her knees cried till she prayed Mist was on the water low run the tide Janey held her son down at the riverside Waist deep in water how bright the sun shone She lifted him in her arms and carried him home As he lay sleeping in her bed Janey took a look around at everything Went to a drawer in her bureau and got out her old engagement ring Took out her wedding dress tied that ring up in its sash Went straight down to the pawn shop man and walked out with some good cold cash (Chorus) |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Well It's Saturday night
you're all dressed up in blue I been watching you awhile maybe you been watching me too So somebody ran out left somebody's heart in a mess Well if you're looking for love honey I'm tougher than the rest Some girls they want a handsome Dan or some good-lookin' Joe on their arm Some girls like a sweet-talkin' Romeo Well 'round here baby I learned you get what you can get So if you're rough enough for love honey I'm tougher than the rest The road is dark and it's a thin thin line But I want you to know I'll walk it for you any time Maybe your other boyfriends couldn't pass the test Well if you're rough and ready for love honey I'm tougher than the rest Well it ain't no secret I've been around a time or two Well I don't know baby maybe you've been around too Well there's another dance all you gotta do is say yes And if you're rough and ready for love honey I'm tougher than the rest If you're rough enough for love baby I'm tougher than the rest |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Fat man sitting on a little stool
Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you Hands me the ticket smiles and whispers good luck Cuddle up angel cuddle up my little dove We'll ride down baby into this tunnel of love I can feel the soft silk of your blouse And them soft thrills in our little fun house Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us You me and all that stuff we're so scared of Gotta ride down baby into this tunnel of love There's a crazy mirror showing us both in 5-D I'm laughing at you you're laughing at me There's a room of shadows that gets so dark brother It's easy for two people to lose each other in this tunnel of love it ought to be easy ought to be simple enough Man meets woman and they fall in love But the house is haunted and the ride gets rough And you've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above if you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I met a girl and we ran away
I swore I'd make her happy every day And how I made her cry Two faces have I Sometimes mister I feel sunny and wild Lord I love to see my baby smile Then dark clouds come rolling by Two faces have I One that laughs one that cries One says hello one says goodbye One does things I don't understand Makes me feel like half a man At night I get down on my knees and pray Our love will make that other man go away But he'll never say goodbye Two faces have I Last night as I kissed you 'neath the willow tree He swore he'd take your love away from me He said our life was just a lie And two faces have I Well go ahead and let him try |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I'm driving a big lazy car rushin' up the highway in the dark
I got one hand steady on the wheel and one hand's tremblin' over my heart It's pounding baby like it's gonna bust right on through And it ain't gonna stop till I'm alone again with you A friend of mine became a father last night When we spoke in his voice I could hear the light Of the skies and the rivers the timberwolf in the pines And that great jukebox out on Route 39 They say he travels fastest who travels alone But tonight I miss my girl mister tonight I miss my home Is it the sound of the leaves left blown by the wayside That's got me out here on this spooky old highway tonight Is it the cry of the river With the moonlight shining through That ain't what scares me baby What scares me is losing you They say if you die in your dreams you really die in your bed But honey last night I dreamed my eyes rolled straight back in my head And God's light came shinin' on through I woke up in the darkness scared and breathin' and born anew It wasn't the cold river bottom I felt rushing over me It wasn't the bitterness of a dream that didn't come true It wasn't the wind in the grey fields I felt rushing through my arms No no baby it was you So hold me close honey say you're forever mine And tell me you'll be my lonely valentine |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I remember how rough your hand felt on mine
On my wedding day And the tears cried on my shoulder I couldn't turn away Well so much has happened to me That I don't understand All I can think of is being five years old following behind you at the beach Tracing your footprints in the sand Trying to walk like a man By Our Lady Of The Roses We lived in the shadow of the elms I remember ma draggin' me and my sister up the street to the church Whenever she heard those wedding bells Well would they ever look so happy again The handsome groom and his bride As they stepped into that long black limousine For their mystery ride Well tonight you step away from me And alone at the alter I stand And as I watch my bride coming down the aisle I pray For the strength to walk like a man Well now the years have gone and I've grown From that seed you've sown But I didn't think there'd be so many steps I'd have to learn on my own Well I was young and I didn't know what to do When I saw your best steps stolen away from you Now I'll do what I can I'll walk like a man And I'll keep on walkin' |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Times were tough love was not enough
So you said sorry Johnny I'm gone gone gone You said my act was funny But we both knew what was missing honey So you let out on your own Now that pretty form that you've got baby Will make sure you get along But you're gonna find out someday honey (Chorus) When you're alone you're alone When you're alone you're alone When you're alone you're alone When you're alone you ain't nothing but alone Now I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the city And I fought to make 'em my home With just the shirt on my back I left and swore I'd never look back And man I was gone gone gone But there's things that'll knock you down you don't even see coming And send you crawling like a baby back home You're gonna find out that day sugar (Chorus) I knew some day your runnin' would be through And you'd think back on me and you And your love would be strong You'd forget all the bad and think only of all the laughs that we had And you'd wanna come home Now it ain't hard feelings or nothin' sugar That ain't what's got me singing this song It's just nobody knows baby where love goes But when it goes it's gone gone (Chorus) |
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from A Very Special Christmas Vol. 1 (1989)
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a trunkload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in for the night my baby and me We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past down There was fifty-seven channels and notin' on Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish So I hopped into town for a satellite dish I tied it to the top of my Japanese car I came home and I pointed it out into the stars A message came back from the great beyond There's fifty-seven channnels and nothin' on Well we might' a made some friends with some billionaires We might' a got all nice and friendly If we'd made it upstairs All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on" So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast 'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet And they bsted me for disturbin' the almighty peace Judge said "What you got in your defense son ?" "Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on" I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on Fifty-seven channels and nothin'... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Said you'd give me just a little kiss
And you'd rock me for a little while Well you'd slip me just a piece of it Listen up little child I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all Said you'd take me for a little dance If you had a little time on your hands Well all I do is push and shove Just to get a little piece of your love I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all Well now I don't wanna be greedy But when it comes to love there ain't no doubt You just ain't gonna get what you want With one foot in bed and one foot out You got to give it all or nothin' at all All or nothin' at all Now I only got a little time So if you're gonna change your mind Then shout out what you're thinkin' of If what you're thinkin' of is love I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all I want to have it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all I want to give it all or nothin' at all |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
First time I crossed my heart
I was beggin' baby, please At your bedside, down on my knees When I crossed my heart I crossed my heart, pretty baby over you Second time I crossed my heart Rain came in from the south I was lyin' there with something sweet and salty in my mouth When I crossed my heart When I crossed my heart When I crossed my heart, pretty darlin' over you Well, you may think the world's black and white And you're dirty or you're clean You better watch out you don't slip Through them spaces in between Where the night gets sticky And the sky gets black I grabbed you, baby, and you grabbed me back And we crossed our hearts We crossed our hearts Yeah, I crossed my heart... Little boys, little girls They know their wrongs from their rights Once you cross your heart You ain't ever supposed to lie Well, life ain't nothin' But a cold hard ride I ain't leavin' 'til I'm satisfied I cross my heart Yeah, I cross my heart Well, I cross my heart, pretty darlin' over you When I crossed my heart |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
I was your big man I was your prince charming
King on a white horse hey now look how far I've fallen I tried to trick you yeah but baby you got wise You cut me cut me right right down to size Now I'm just a fool in Gloria's eyes Swore I'd get you back I was so sure I'd get you back life I done so many times before A little sweet talk to cover over all of the lies You came runnin' back but to my surprise Well there was somethin' gone in Gloria's eyes Well in the dark when it was just me and you I asked the question that I knew the answer to Is that a smile my little dolly on the shelf Tell me is that a smile Or is it somethin' else ? Now I work hard to prove my love is true Now I work hard and I bring it on home to you At night I pray as silently you lie Some day my love again will rise Like a shining torch in Gloria's eyes I was your big man I was your prince charming King on a white horse now look how far I've fallen |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
You and me we were the pretenders
We let it all slip away In the end what you don't surrender Well the world just strips away Girl ain't no kindness in the face of strangers Ain't gonna find no miracles here Well you can wait on your blessings darlin' But I got a deal for you right here I ain't lookin' for prayers or pity I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch I just want someone to talk to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town Ain't no bread from heavenly skies Ain't nobody drawin' wine from this blood It's just you and me tonight Tell me in a world without pity Do you uthink what I'm askin's too much? I just want something to hold on to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch Oh girl that feeling of safety you prize Well it comes with a hard hard price You can't shut off the risk and pain Without losin' the love that remains We're all riders on this train So you been broken and you been hurt Show me soomebody who ain't Yeah I know I ain't nobody's bargain But hell a little touchup And a little paint... You might need somethin' to hold on to When all the answers they don't amount to much Somebody that you can just talk to And a little of that human touch Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much? I just want to feel you in my arms And share a little of that human touch... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
I love to see the cottonwood blossom
In the early spring I love to see the message of love That the bluebird brings But when I see you walkin' with him Down along the strand I wish I were blind When I see you with your man I love to see your hair shining In the long summer's light I love to watch the stars fill the sky On a summer night The music plays you take his hand I watch how you touch him as you start to dance And I wish I were blind When I see you with your man We struggle here but all our love's in vain And these eyes that once filled me with your beauty Now fill me with pain And the light that once entered here Is banished from me And this darkness is all baby that my heart sees And though the world is filled With the grace and beauty of God's hand Oh I wish I were blind When I see you with your man |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Well you can go out with him
Play with all of his toys But takin' care of you darlin' Ain't for one of the boys Oh there's somethin' in your soul That he's gonna rob And lovin' you baby lovin' you darlin' Lovin' you woman is a man's man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Well now his kisses may thrill Those other girls that he likes But when it comes to treatin' A real woman right Well all of his tricks No they won't be enough 'Cause lovin' you baby lovin' you woman Lovin' you darlin' is a man's man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job You're dancin' with him he's holding you tight I'm standing here waitin' to catch your eye Your hand's on his neck as the music sways All my illusions slip away Now if you're lookin' for a hero Someone to save the day Well darlin' my feet They're made of clay But I've got somethin' in my soul And I wanna give it up But gettin' up the nerve Gettin' up the nerve Gettin' up the nerve is a man's man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Lovin' you's a man's job woman Lovin' you's a man's job |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Pony boy pony boy
Won't you be my pony boy Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoa My pony boy Ride with me ride with me Won't you take a ride with me Underneath the starry sky My pony boy O'er the hills and through the trees We'll go ridin' you and me Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-away My pony boy Pony boy pony boy Won't you be my pony boy Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoa My pony boy Down into the valley deep 'Neath the eaves we will sleep Sky of dreams up above My pony boy Pony boy pony boy Won't you be my pony boy Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoa My pony boy Pony boy pony boy Won't you be my pony boy Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoa My pony boy |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Took my baby to a picture show
Found a seat in the back row Sound came up lights went down Rambo he was blowin' 'em down I don't need no gun in my fist baby All I need is your sweet kiss To get me feelin' like a real man Feelin' like a real man Well you can beat on your chest Hell any monkey can But you got me feelin' like a real man Oh feelin' like a real man Me and my girl Saturday night Late movie on channel five The girls were droppin' they're droppin' like flies To some smooth talkin' cool walkin' private eye I ain't got no nerves of steel But all I got to know is if your love is real To get me feelin' like a real man Oh feelin' like a real man Well you can beat on your chest Hell any monkey can But you got me feelin' like a real man Oh feelin' like a real man I ain't no fighter that's easy to see And as a lover I ain't goin' down in history But when the lights go down and you pull me close Well I look in your eyes and there's one thing I know Baby I'll be tough enough If I can find the guts to give you all my love Then I'll be feelin' like a real man Feelin' like a real man Well you can beat on your chest Hell any monkey can You got me feelin' like a real man Oh feelin' like a real man Yeah I been feelin' like a real man Feelin' like a real man |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Mister Trouble come walkin' this way
Year gone by feels like one long day But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right Well I run that hard road outta heartbreak city Built a roadside carnival out of hurt and self-pity It was all wrong well now I'm moving on Ain't no church bells ringing Ain't no flags unfurled It's just me and you and the love we're bringing Into the real world Into the real world I built a shrine in my heart it wasn't pretty to see Made out of fool's gold memory and tears cried Now I'm headin' over the rise I'm searchin' for one clear moment of love and truth I still got a little faith But what I need is some proof tonight I'm lookin' for it in your eyes Ain't no church bells ringing Ain't no flags unfurled Just me and you and the faith we're bringing Into the real world Into the real world Well tonight I just wanna shout I feel my soul waist deep and sinkin' Into this black river of doubt I just wanna rise and walk along the riverside And when the morning comes baby I don't wanna hide I'll stand right at your side with my arms open wide Well tonight I just wanna shout I feel my soul waist deep and sinkin' Into this black river of doubt I just wanna rise and walk along the riverside 'Til the morning comes I'll stand right by your side I wanna find some answers I wanna ask for some help I'm tired of running scared Baby let's get our bags packed We'll take it here to hell and heaven and back And if love is hopeless hopeless at best Come on put on your party dress it's ours tonight And we're goin' with the tumblin' dice Ain't no church bells ringing Ain't no flags unfurled It's just me and you and the hope we're bringing Into the real world Well into the real world Oh into the real world |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Well I've been a losin' gambler
Just throwin' snake eyes Love ain't got me downhearted I know up around the corner lies My fool's paradise In just another roll of the dice All my elevens and sevens been comin' up Sixes and nines But since I fell for you baby Been comin' on changin' times They're just waitin' over the rise Just another roll of the dice I've stumbled and I know I made my mistakes But tonight I'm gonna be playin' for all of the stakes Well it's never too late so come on girl The tables are waiting You and me and lady luck well tonight We'll be celebrating Drinkin' champagne on ice In just another roll of the dice High-rollers lay down your bets and I'll raise 'em Well I know the odds ain't in my favor Maybe I'm just a clown throwin' down Lookin' to come up busted I'm a thief in the house of love And I can't be trusted Well I'll be making my heist In just another roll of the dice Just another roll of the dice Move on up Move on up Come on heaven Come on heaven Roll me baby In this fool's heaven Just another roll Just another roll of the dice |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain
Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs And love in vain You were down where the river grows wider Baby, let me be your soul driver Well if something in the air feels a little unkind Don't worry darlin' It'll slip your mind I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider Baby let me be your soul driver Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns Will we hit it rich Or crash and burn Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate This love potion's all we've got One toast before it's too late If the angels are unkind or the season is dark Love just falls apart Well then here's to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver then here's to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
My soul went walkin' but I stayed here
Feel like I been workin' for a thousand years Chippin' away at this chain of my own lies Climbin' a wall a hundred miles high Well I woke up this morning on the other side Yeah yeah this is the long goodbye Hey yeah this is the long goodbye Same old faces it's the same old town What once was laughs is draggin' me now Wailin' on rain hangin' on for love Words of forgiveness from some God above Ain't no words of mercy comin' from on high Oh no just a long goodbye Yeah yeah just one long goodbye Well I went to leave twenty years ago Since then I guess I been packin' kinda slow Sure did like that admirin' touch Guess I like'd it a little too much The moon is high and here I am Sittin' here with this hammer in hand One more drink oughta ease the pain Starin' at that last link in the chain Well let's raise our glass and let this hammer fly Hey yeah this is the long goodbye Hey yeah this is the long goodbye Kiss me baby and we're gonna fly Hey yeah this is the long goodbye Yeah yeah this is the long goodbye Hey yeah this is the long goodbye Kiss me baby 'cause we're gonna ride Yeah yeah this is the long goodbye |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Ol' catfish in the lake, we called him Big Jim
When I was a kid, my only wish was to get my line in him Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw'd in my line Jim took that hook pole and me right over the side Went driftin' down past old tires and rusty cans of beer The angel of the lake whispered in my ear "Before you chose your wish son You better think first With every wish there comes a curse" I fell in love with beautiful Doreen She was the prettiest thing this old town'd ever seen I courted her and I made her mine But I grew jealous whenever another man'd Come walkin' down the line And my jealousy made me treat her mean and cruel She sighed, "Bobby oh Bobby you're such a fool Don't you know before you choose your wish You'd better think first 'Cause with every wish there comes a curse" These days I sit around and laugh At the many rivers I've crossed But on the far banks there's always another forest Where a man can get lost Well there in the high trees love's bluebird glides Guiding us 'cross to another river on the other side And there someone is waitin' with a look in her eyes And though my heart's grown weary And more than a little bit shy Tonight I'll drink from her waters to quench my thirst And leave the angels to worry With every wish... |
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