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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)
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)
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)
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)
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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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Tear drops 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 quite 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 changes 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 the Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down the tracks You don't know where you're goin' But you know you won't be back Darlin' if you're weary Lay your head upon my chest We'll take what we can carry And we'll leave the rest Big Wheels rolling through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams I will provide for you And I'll stand by your side You'll need a good companion for This part of the ride Leave behind your sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past Big wheels roll through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams This train Carries saints and sinners This train Carries losers and winners This Train Carries whores and gamblers This Train Carries lost souls This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' This Train Carries broken-hearted This Train Thieves and sweet souls departed This Train Carries fools and kings This Train All aboard This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
41 shots
41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots.... and we'll take that ride 'cross this bloody river to the other side 41 shots... cut through the night You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule Praying for his life Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin 41 shots Lena gets her son ready for school She says "on these streets, Charles You've got to understand the rules If an officer stops you Promise you'll always be polite, that you'll never ever run away Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight" Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes It ain't no secret 41 shots... and we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river To the other side 41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
The ragamuffiin 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 bald 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 that 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 I 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 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 |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
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 'Til you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I got in a little hometown jam And so they put a rifle in my hands Sent me off to Vietnam To go and kill the yellow man Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" I go down to see the V.A. man He said "Son don't you understand" I had a buddy at Khe Sahn Fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a little girl in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Cold rain running down the front of my shirt
I'm flat on my back wheels in the dirt Angel makes her face up out on Baker Street She's straddling the shifter in my front seat There's nothing to lose, it's a heartbreak The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor and darling don't look back We're making night tracks through the blazing rain Blowin' pistons, workin' the fast lane Red line burnin', pocket's full of cash Angel writes her name in lipstick on my dash There's nothing to lose It's a bad break but baby we're backed Tonight we'll blow off the doors and honey we won't look back We held it in our hearts in the pourin' rain We made it through the heart of a hurricane We tore it apart and put it together again Well angel, won't you believe in love for me C'mon and meet me tonight, darling, out in the street We'll move with the city in the dark You got to walk, it talk, it in your heart There's nothin' to lose it's a heartache The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor, darling Tonight we'll blow off the doors, baby We're gonna even the score And honey we won't look back |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
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 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 the night 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 - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on
I wanna ramrod with you honey, till half-past dawn Let your hair down sugar and pick up this beat Come on and meet me tonight down on Bluebird Street I've been working all week, I'm up to my neck in hock Come Saturday night I let my ramrod rock She's a hot stepping hemi with a four on the floor She's a roadrunner engine in a '32 Ford Late at night when I'm dead on the line I swear I think of your pretty face when I let her unwind Well look over yonder see them city lights Come on little dolly 'n' go ramroddin' tonight Come on, come on, come on little baby Come on, come on let's shake it tonight Come on, come, come on little sugar Dance with your daddy and we'll go ramroddin' tonight Hey, little dolly won't you say you will Meet me tonight up on top of the hill Well just a few miles cross the county line There's a cute little chapel nestled down in the pines Say you'll be mine little girl I'll put my foot to the floor Give me the word now sugar, we'll go ramroddin' forever more |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side We'd help each other stay in stride But each lover's steps fall so differently But I'll wait for you And if I should fall behind Wait for me Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true But you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you If I should fall behind Wait for me Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me Darlin' I'll wait for you Should I fall behind Wait for me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Put on your best dress baby
And darlin’, fix your hair up right Cause there’s a party, honey Way down beneath the neon lights All day you’ve been working that hard line Now tonight you’re gonna have a good time I work five days a week girl Loading crates down on the dock I take my hard earned money And meet my girl down on the block And Monday when the foreman calls time I’ve already got Friday on my mind When that whistle blows Girl, I’m down the street I’m home, I’m out of my work clothes When I’m out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I’m out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I’m out in the street When I’m out in the street When I’m out in the street, girl Well, I never feel alone When I’m out in the street, girl In the crowd I feel at home The black and whites they cruise by And they watch us from the corner of their eye But there ain’t no doubt, girl, down here We ain’t gonna take what they’re handing out When I’m out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I’m out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk Baby, out in the street I don’t feel sad or blue Baby, out in the street I’ll be waiting for you When the whistle blows Girl, I’m down the street I’m home, I’m out of my work clothes When I’m out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I’m out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I’m out in the street Pretty girls, they’re all passing by When I’m out in the street From the corner, we give them the eye Baby, out in the street I just feel all right Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight Meet me out in the street Meet me out in the street |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages on Highway 9 Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected And steppin' out over the line Oh, 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 wanna guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims And strap your hands 'cross my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire 'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I wanna know if your love is wild Baby, I wanna know if love is real Beyond the place hemi-powered drones Scream down the boulevard Girls comb their hair in review mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark And kids are huddled on the beach in the mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss One, two, three, four Highway's jammed with broken heroes On a last-chance power drive Everybody's out on the road tonight but There's no place left to hide Together Wendy we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Oh, someday girl I don't know when We're gonna get to that place where really wanna go And we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us, baby we were born to run Tramps like us, baby we were born to run Come on Wendy, tramps like us Baby we were born to run Whoa, ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Tear drops 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 quite 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 changes 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 the Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down the tracks You don't know where you're goin' But you know you won't be back Darlin' if you're weary Lay your head upon my chest We'll take what we can carry And we'll leave the rest Big Wheels rolling through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams I will provide for you And I'll stand by your side You'll need a good companion for This part of the ride Leave behind your sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past Big wheels roll through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams This train Carries saints and sinners This train Carries losers and winners This Train Carries whores and gamblers This Train Carries lost souls This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' This Train Carries broken-hearted This Train Thieves and sweet souls departed This Train Carries fools and kings This Train All aboard This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
41 shots
41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots.... and we'll take that ride 'cross this bloody river to the other side 41 shots... cut through the night You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule Praying for his life Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin 41 shots Lena gets her son ready for school She says "on these streets, Charles You've got to understand the rules If an officer stops you Promise you'll always be polite, that you'll never ever run away Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight" Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes It ain't no secret 41 shots... and we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river To the other side 41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
The ragamuffiin 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 bald 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 that 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 I 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 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 |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
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 'Til you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I got in a little hometown jam And so they put a rifle in my hands Sent me off to Vietnam To go and kill the yellow man Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" I go down to see the V.A. man He said "Son don't you understand" I had a buddy at Khe Sahn Fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a little girl in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Cold rain running down the front of my shirt
I'm flat on my back wheels in the dirt Angel makes her face up out on Baker Street She's straddling the shifter in my front seat There's nothing to lose, it's a heartbreak The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor and darling don't look back We're making night tracks through the blazing rain Blowin' pistons, workin' the fast lane Red line burnin', pocket's full of cash Angel writes her name in lipstick on my dash There's nothing to lose It's a bad break but baby we're backed Tonight we'll blow off the doors and honey we won't look back We held it in our hearts in the pourin' rain We made it through the heart of a hurricane We tore it apart and put it together again Well angel, won't you believe in love for me C'mon and meet me tonight, darling, out in the street We'll move with the city in the dark You got to walk, it talk, it in your heart There's nothin' to lose it's a heartache The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor, darling Tonight we'll blow off the doors, baby We're gonna even the score And honey we won't look back |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
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 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 the night 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 - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on
I wanna ramrod with you honey, till half-past dawn Let your hair down sugar and pick up this beat Come on and meet me tonight down on Bluebird Street I've been working all week, I'm up to my neck in hock Come Saturday night I let my ramrod rock She's a hot stepping hemi with a four on the floor She's a roadrunner engine in a '32 Ford Late at night when I'm dead on the line I swear I think of your pretty face when I let her unwind Well look over yonder see them city lights Come on little dolly 'n' go ramroddin' tonight Come on, come on, come on little baby Come on, come on let's shake it tonight Come on, come, come on little sugar Dance with your daddy and we'll go ramroddin' tonight Hey, little dolly won't you say you will Meet me tonight up on top of the hill Well just a few miles cross the county line There's a cute little chapel nestled down in the pines Say you'll be mine little girl I'll put my foot to the floor Give me the word now sugar, we'll go ramroddin' forever more |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side We'd help each other stay in stride But each lover's steps fall so differently But I'll wait for you And if I should fall behind Wait for me Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true But you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you If I should fall behind Wait for me Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me Darlin' I'll wait for you Should I fall behind Wait for me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
Once I thought I knew
Everything I needed to know about you Your sweet whisper, your tender touch But I didn't really know that much The joke's on me, but it's gonna be okay If I can just get through this lonesome day Hell's brewin', dark sun's on the rise This storm'll blow through by and by House is on fire, viper's in the grass A little revenge and this too shall pass This too shall pass, I'm gonna pray Right now, all I got's this lonesome day It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright Better ask questions before you shoot Deceit and betrayal's bitter fruit It's hard to swallow, come time to pay That taste on your tongue don't easily slip away Let kingdom come, I'm gonna find my way Through this lonesome day Lonesome day Lonesome day Lonesome day It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Lonesome day Lonesome day Lonesome day |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
The sky was falling and streaked with blood
I heard you calling me, then you disappeared into the dust Up the stairs, into the fire Up the stairs, into the fire I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire May your strength give us strength May your faith give us faith May your hope give us hope May your love give us love May your strength give us strength May your faith give us faith May your hope give us hope May your love bring us love You gave your love to see, in fields of red and autumn brown You gave your love to me and lay your young body down Up the stairs, into the fire Up the stairs, into the fire I need you near, but love and duty called you someplace higher Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire May your strength give us strength May your faith give us faith May your hope give us hope May your love give us love May your strength give us strength May your faith give us faith May your hope give us hope May your love bring us love May your strength give us strength May your faith give us faith May your hope give us hope May your love bring us love It was dark, too dark to see, you held me in the light you gave You lay your hand on me Then walked into the darkness of your smoky grave Up the stairs, into the fire Up the stairs, into the fire I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire May your strength give us strength May your faith give us faith May your hope give us hope May your love bring us love... May your love bring us love |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
It's rainin' but there ain't a cloud in the sky
Must of been a tear from your eye Everything'll be okay Funny, thought I felt a sweet summer breeze Must of been you sighin' so deep Don't worry we're gonna find a way I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day Gonna chase the clouds away Waitin' on a sunny day Without you, I'm workin' with the rain fallin' down I'm half a party in a one dog town I need you to chase these blues away Without you, I'm a drummer girl that can't keep a beat An ice cream truck on a deserted street I hope that you're coming to stay I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day Gonna chase the clouds away Waitin' on a sunny day Hard times, baby well they come to us all Sure as the tickin' of the clock on the wall Sure as the turnin' of the night into day Your smile girl, brings the mornin' light to my eyes Lifts away the bleus when I rise I hope that you're coming to stay I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day Gonna chase the clouds away Waitin' on a sunny day |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
I don't remember how I felt I never thought I'd live To read about myself In my hometown paper How my brave young life Was forever changed I a misty cloud of pink vapor Darlin' give me your kiss Only understand I am, the nothing man Around here, everybody acts the same Around here, everybody acts like nothing's changed Friday night, the club meets at Al's Barbecue The sky's still, the same unbelievable blue Darlin' give me your kiss Come and take my hand I am, the nothing man You can call me Joe Buy me a drink and shake my hand You want courage I'll show you courage you can understand The pearl and silver Restin' on my night table It's just me Lord, pray I'm able Darlin, with this kiss Say you understand I am, the nothing man I am, the nothing man |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
It's a fairytale so tragic
There's no prince to break the spell I don't believe in the magic But for you I will, for you I will If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool Darlin' for you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle Darlin' I'm countin' on miracle To come through There ain't no storybook story There's no never-ending song Our happily ever after Darlin' Forever come and gone I'm movin' on If I'm gonna believe I'll put my faith Darlin' in you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle Darlin' I'm countin' on miracle To come through Sleeping beauty awakes from her dream With her lover's kiss on her lips Your kiss was taken from me Now all I have is this... Your kiss, your kiss, your touch, your touch Your heart, your heart, your strength, your strength Your hope, your hope, your faith, your faith Your face, your face, your love, your love Your dream, your dream, your life, your life I'm runnin' through the forest With the wolf at my heels My king is lost at midnight When the tower bells peal We've got no fairytale ending In God's hands our fate is complete Your heaven's here in my heart Our love's this dust beneath my feet Just this dust beneath my feet If I'm gonna live I'll lift my life Darlin' to you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle Darlin' I'm countin' on miracle To come through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
I woke up this morning
I could barely breathe Just an empty impression In the bed there you used to be I want a kiss from your lips I want an eye for an eye I woke up this morning to the empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Blood on the streets Blood flowin' down I hear the blood of my blood Cryin' from the ground Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky On the plains of Jordan I cut my bow from the wood Of this tree of evil Of this tree of good I want a kiss from your lips I want an eye for an eye I woke up this morning to the empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
I hold you in my arms, that's when it starts
I seek faith in your kiss, and comfort in your heart I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars But when I look into your eyes, we stand worlds apart Where the distant oceans sing, and rise to the plain In this dry and troubled country, your beauty remains Down from the mountain roads where the highway rolls to dark 'Neath Allah's blessed rain, we remain worlds apart Sometimes the truth just ain't enough Or it's too much in times like this Let's throw the truth away, we'll find it in this kiss In your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts May the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart We'll let blood build a bridge, over mountains draped in stars I'll meet you on the ridge, between these worlds apart We've got this moment now to live, then it's all dust dust and dark Let love give what it gives Let's let love give what it gives |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
I been watchin' you a long time Trying to figure out where and when We been moving down that same line The time is now maybe we could get skin to skin Don't know when this chance might come again Good times got a way of comin' to an end Don't know when this chance might come again Good times got a way of slippin' a-way Let's be friends, baby let's be friends I know we're different you and me Get a diffente way of walkin' The time has come te let the past be history Yeah, if we could just start talkin' Don't know when this chance might come again Good times got a way of comin' to an end Don't know when this chance might come again Good times got a way of slippin' a-way Let's be friends, baby let's be friends Do, do do doo do do do doo... There's a lot of talk going `round now Let'em talk you know you're the only one There's a lot of walls need tearing down Together we could take them down one by one |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
Where the road is dark
and the seed is sown (seat is soaked??) where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold where the miles are marked in blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring my lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold and I'll meet you further on up the road Further on up the road further on up the road where the way is dark and the night is cold but one sunny morning we'll rise, I know and I'll meet you further on up the road Well I been out in the desert was doin' my time searching through the dust looking for a sign if there's a light up ahead well, buddy, I don't know but I got this fever burning in my soul so let's take the good times as they come and I'll meet you further on up the road Further on up the road further on up the road where the way is dark and the night is cold one sunny morning we'll rise, I know and I'll meet you further on up the road one sunny morning we'll rise, I know and I'll meet you further on up the road yeah I'll meet you further on up the road well I'll meet you further on up the road |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
Down at the court house they're ringin' the flag down
Long black line of cars snakin' slow through town Red sheets snappin' on the line With this ring will you be mine The fuse is burning (Shut out the lights) The fuse is burning (Come on let me do you right) Trees on fire with the first fall's frost Long black line in front of Holy Cross Blood moon risin' in a sky of black dust Tell me baby who do you trust? The fuse is burning (Shut out the lights) The fuse is burning (Come on let me do you right) Tires on the highway hissin' something's coming You can feel the wires in the tree tops bummin' Devil's on the horizon line Your kiss and I'm alive A quiet afternoon, an empty house On the edge of your bed you slip off your blouse The room is burning with the noon sun Your bittersweet taste on my tongue The fuse is burning (Shut out the lights) The fuse is burning (Come on let me do you right |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
I got seven pictures of Buddha
The prophet's on my tongue Eleven angels of mercy Sighin' over that black hole in the sun My heart's dark but it's risin' I'm pullin' all the faith I can see From that black hole on the horizon I hear your voice calling me Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Tell me how do we get this thing started Meet me at Mary's place Familiar faces around me Laughter fills the air Your loving grace surrounds me Everybody's here Furniture's out on the front porch Music's up loud I dream of you in my arms I lose myself in the crowd Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party Tell me how do you live broken-hearted Meet me at Mary's place I got a picture of you in my locket I keep it close to my heart It's a light shining in my breast Leading me through the dark Seven days, seven candles In my window lighting your way Your favorite record's on the turntable I drop the needle and pray (Turn it up) Band's countin' out midnight (Turn it up) Floor's rumblin' loud (Turn it up) Singer's callin' up daylight (Turn it up) And waitin' for that shout from the crowd (Turn it up) Waitin' for that shout from the crowd (Turn it up) Waitin' for that shout from the crowd (Turn it up) Waitin' for that shout from t |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair Papers on the doorstep, but you're not there Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den Your house is waiting, your house is waiting For you to walk in, for you to walk in But you're missing, when I shut out the lights You're missing, when I close my eyes You're missing, when I see the sun rise You're missing Children are asking if it's alright Will you be in our arms tonight? Morning is morning, the evening falls I got Too much room in my bed, to many phone calls How's everything, everything? Everything, everything You're missing, you're missing God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind I make my way through this darkness I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me Lost track of how far I've gone How far I've gone, how high I've climbed On my back's a sixty pound stone On my shoulder a half mile of line Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Left the house this morning Bells ringing filled the air Wearin' the cross of my calling On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li There's spirits above and behind me Faces gone black, eyes burnin' bright May their precious blood bind me Lord, as I stand before your fiery light Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li I see you Mary in the garden In the garden of a thousand sighs There's holy pictures of our children Dancin' in a sky filled with light May I feel your arms around me May I feel your blood mix with mine A dream of life comes to me Like a catfish dancin' on the end of my line Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life) Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life) Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life) Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of lie) Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life) Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life) Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
Where the river runs black
I take the schoolbooks from your pack Plastics, wire and your kiss The breath of eternity on your lips In the crowded marketplace I drift from face to face I hold my breath and close my eyes I hold my breath and close my eyes And I wait for paradise And I wait for paradise The Virginia hills have gone to brown Another day another sun going down I visit you in another dream I visit you in another dream I reach and feel your hair Your smell lingers in the air I brush your cheek with my fingertips I taste the void upon your lips And I wait for paradise And I wait for paradise I search for you on the other side Where the river runs clean and wide Up to my heart the waters rise Up to my heart the waters rise I sink 'neath the water cool and clear Drifting down, I disappear I see you on the other side I search for the peace in your eyes But they're as empty as paradise They're as empty as paradise I break above the waves I feel the sun upon my face |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground and the rain is falling down The church doors blown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city of ruins Now the sweet veils of mercy drift through the evening trees Young men on the corner like scattered leaves The bordered up windows The hustlers and thieves While my brother's down on his knees My city of ruins My city of ruins Come on rise up! Come on rise up! Now there's tears on the pillow darling where we slept and you took my heart when you left without your sweet kiss my soul is lost, my friend Now tell me how do I begin again? My city's in ruins My city's in ruins Now with these hands I pray Lord with these hands for the strength Lord with these hands for the faith Lord with these hands I pray Lord with these hands for the strength Lord with these hands for the faith Lord with these hands Come on rise up! Come on rise up! Rise up |
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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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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 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 - 18 Tracks (1999)
I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up. Ooh-ooh growin' up The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing, I pushed B-52 and bombed `em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing, I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up Ooh-ooh growin' up I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath. I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Well Billy bought a Chevy '40 coupe deluxe
Chrome wheels, stick shift, give her gas, pop the clutch Girls on the corner like a diamond they shine Someday Billy I'm gonna make 'em all mine Hey girl, you wanna ride in Daddy's Cadillac? 'Cause I love the way your long hair falls down your back Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley's at the Seaside Bar We'll run barefoot in the sand, listen to his guitar You say your mama's gonna meet you when the morning comes And your papa's gonna beat you 'cause he knows you're out on the run I'm gonna live a life of love and tonight you're the one The highway is alive tonight so baby do not be frightened There's something about a pretty girl on a sweet summer night That gets this boy excited The radio man finally understands and plays you something you can move to You lay back, cut loose your drive power Your girl leans over and says, "Daddy, can you turn that radio up any louder?" The juke joint's hummin', everybody came down Little Willie and his Soul Brooms laying all this stuff now Well don't let that daylight steal your soul Get in your wheels and roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll Oh that's all right now Oh go on, go on, go on Oh mama's gonna meet you when the morning comes And your daddy's gonna beat you 'cause he knows you're out on the run But I don't care, I wanna live a life of love while the night's still young |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
I had a dream
My love would last forever I had a dream Tonight my dream come true And if you'll hold me tight We'll be riders on the night Oohh, rendez-vous, i want a rendez-vous And when i told you, girl, How much i liked you I got a feeling that you liked me, too And if you'll hold me tight We'll be riders on the night Oohh, rendez-vous, i want a rendez-vous I got a feeling that we should stay together 'cause i think our love could be forever Because i had a dream My love would last forever I had a dream Tonight my dream come true And if you'll hold me tight We'll be riders on the night Oohh, rendez-vous, i want a rendez-vous You deserve so much more than this, girl 'cause i'm running on the power And living on the promise In your last kiss Because i had a dream My love would last forever I had a dream Tonight my dream come true And if you'll hold me tight We'll be riders on the night Oohh, rendez-vous, i want a rendez-vous |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
You stare at the mirror
At the lines in your face And you try to see girl The way things were When we were at your place In the days it was just you an me, girl And you cry because things ain't like before Well don't you know They can't be that way anymore But don't worry baby I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance This is the last chance For hearts of stone If there was something, baby, That I could do Something that would last honey, I would But we all know girl, especially you do How you can't return to your past, no So girl, close your eyes And I'll be there Hold me once more And we can go anywhere Ah, we could I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance This is the last chance For hearts of stone And you cry because things ain't like before Well don't you know They can't be like that anymore Well, I know it baby |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
I hear the guitars ringin' out
Ringin' out down Union Street I hear the lead singer shoutin' out, girl I wanna be a slave to the beat Yeah, tonight I wanna break my chains Somebody break my heart Somebody shake my brains Downtown there's something that I wanna hear There's a sound, little girl, keeps ringing in my ear CHORUS I wanna be where the bands are I wanna be where the bands are Where the bands are I wanna be where the bands are I get off from work and I grab something to eat I turn the corner and I drive down your street Little gray houses darling looks like nowhere But hey I know you're hiding in there Come on out for just a little while You know that heart of stone, girl, it just ain't your style Tonight I wanna feel the beat of the crowd And when I tell you that I love you I wanna have to shout it out loud Shout it out loud CHORUS I hear the guitars ringin' out again Ringin' on down Union Street I hear the lead singer shoutin' out girl I wanna be a slave to the beat And I want something that'll break my chains Something to break my heart Something to shake my brains There's a rocker's special on tonight So meet me on down 'Neath the neon lights CHORUS |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
We met out on open streets when we had no place to go
I remember how my heart beat when you said I love you so Then little by little we choked out all the life that our love could hold Oh no CHORUS It's like we had a noose and baby without check We pulled until it grew tighter around our necks Each one waiting for the other, darlin', to say when Well baby you can meet me tonight on the loose end We didn't count tomorrows, we took what we could and baby we ran There was no time for sorrow, every place we went I held your hand And when the night closed in I was sure your kisses told me all I had to know But oh no CHORUS Our love has fallen around us like we said it never could We saw it happen to all the others but to us it never would Well how could something so bad, darling, come from something that was so good I don't know CHORUS |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Let the frozen cities crumble, crumble and fall
That's alright, I don't mind at all Let 'em all tumble right into the sea Well that's just fine, that's alright with me Since you came down the line I can't sleep at night, I got one thing on my mind That's every day, every night I wanna be with you I wanna be with you, that's what I wanna do 'Cause you're just so out of sight I wanna be with you, that's what I wanna do Now I lost my job at the Texaco station 'Cause instead of pumping gas I'd dream of you I got thrown out of my house, I got such a bad reputation 'Cause all I wanna do is be seen with you They gave me my pay and said walk I don't care what they say, go ahead and let 'em all talk 'Til the world falls apart I wanna be with you I wanna be with you That's what I wanna do Until they will rip out my heart I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you Well that's all I wanna do Hold tight, love me just a little bit Alright, a little bit more Tonight, tonight give me just a little kiss No I don't know, I don't know, I don't I just can't understand it, you're not pretty at all But I come when you whisper, I run when you call When I see you on the street I fall on my face I drop to my knees, I plead my case Oh, oh I wanna be with you I wanna be with you, that's what I wanna do Oh, oh I wanna be with you I wanna be with you, that's all I wanna do Oh, oh I wanna be with you I wanna be with you, darlin', don't you know Oh, oh I wanna be with you I wanna be with you because I love you so |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took is when I hit the ground You end up like a dog who's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just coverin' up Born in the USA I was born in the USA I was born in the USA Born in the USA 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 USA I was born in the USA I was born in the USA I was born in the USA Born in the USA Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me!" Went down to see my VA man He said, "Son, you don't understand!" I had a brother at Khe Sahn Fightin' off them 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 shadows of the penitentary Out by the gasfires of the refinery I'm ten years burnin' down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go Born in the USA I was born in the USA Born in the USA I"m a long gone daddy in the USA Born in the USA Born in the USA Born in the USA I'm a cool rockin' daddy in the USA |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
At night I go to bed but I just can't sleep
I got something running around my head That just won't keep In the silence I hear my heart beating, time slippin' away I got a time bomb ticking deep inside of me I gotta tell you what I wanna say I keep searching for you, darling Searching everywhere I go And when I find you there's gonna be Just one thing that you gotta know My love will not let you down My love will not let you down At night I walk the streets looking for romance But I always end up stumbling in a half-trance I search for connection in some new eyes But they're hard for protection from too many dreams passed by I see you standing across the room watching me without a sound Well I'm gonna push my way through that crowd, I'm gonna tear all your walls down Tear all your walls down My love will not let you down My love will not let you down Well hold still now darling, hold still for God's sake 'Cause I got me a promise I ain't afraid to make My love will not let you down My love will not let you down |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
You broke my heart, tore it apart
Thought it was cute, thought it was smart But now I'm back and I've got the strength of ten So I got a message for you my friend CHORUS I'm Daniel waitin' in the lion's den Daniel waitin'for that lion to come Daniel waitin'in the lion's den Dum dum dee dum dum dee dee dum dum That old lion's mean and long in the tooth And like you, baby, he's out on the loose Messin' hearts up time and time again Now it's the time for that messin' to end CHORUS At night I hear you out prowling around Tearing guys up, scaring 'em down Now all that growling's gonna come to no end 'Cause I'm just bidding my time, my little friend CHORUS |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
You may think I'm foolish
For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby you know you bug me There ain't no secret 'bout that Well come on over here and hug me Baby I'll spill the facts Well honey it ain't your money 'Cause baby I got plenty of that I love you for your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back Oozing down the street Waving to the girls Feeling out of sight Spending all my money On a Saturday night Honey I just wonder what you do there in back Of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac Well now way back in the Bible Temptations always come along There's always somebody tempting Somebody into doing something they know is wrong Well they tempt you, man, with silver And they tempt you, sir, with gold And they tempt you with the pleasures That the flesh does surely hold They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple But man I ain't going for that I know it was her pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back Oozing down the street Waving to the girls Feeling out of sight Spending all my money On a Saturday night Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the back Of your pink Cadillac Now some folks say it's too big And uses too much gas Some folks say it's too old And that it goes too fast But my love is bigger than a Honda It's bigger than a Subaru Hey man there's only one thing And one car that will do Anyway we don't have to drive it Honey we can park it out in back And have a party in your pink Cadillac |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
You got your book baby with all your fears
Let me, honey, and I'll catch your tears I'll take your sorrow if you want me to Come tomorrow that's what I'll do Listen to me CHORUS Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Well you say you got no new dreams to touch You feel like a stranger babe who knows too much Well you come home late and get undressed You lie in bed, feel this emptiness Well listen to me CHORUS 'Til every river runs dry Until the sun honey's torn from the sky 'Til every fear you've felt burst free And gone tumblin' down into the sea Listen to me CHORUS |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Every day here you come walking
I hold my tongue, I don't do much talking You say you're happy and you're doin' fine Well go ahead, baby, I got plenty of time Sad eyes never lie Sad eyes never lie Well for a while I've been watching you steady Ain't gonna move 'til you're good and ready You show up and then you shy away But I know pretty soon you'll be walkin' this way Sad eyes never lie Sad eyes never lie Baby don't you know I don't care Don't you know that I've been there Well if something in the air feels a little unkind Don't worry darling, it'll slip your mind I know you think you'd never be mine Well that's okay, baby, I don't mind That shy smile's sweet, that's a fact Go ahead, I don't mind the act Here you come all dressed up for a date Well one more step and it'll be too late Blue blue ribbon in your hair Like you're so sure I'll be standing here |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
For teaching that man descended from the apes They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night They'da called in that jury and a one two three said Part man, part monkey, definitely Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil Offers his lover's prayer but his soul lies Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see Part man, part monkey, looks like to me Well the night is dark, the moon is full The flowers of romance exert their pull We talk awhile, my fingers slip I'm hard and crackling like a whip Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so Well you can ask me, mister, because I know Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see Part man, part monkey, baby that's me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Well, the river runs through this valley
Combing deep and black [?] Coming like a tombstone's Shadows across my back Trouble river Six foot high and risin' Trouble river I can't keep from cryin' Woke up last night a'shakin' Shakin' from a dream All i seen was smilin' faces Starin' back at me Trouble river Six foot high and risin' Trouble river I can't keep from cryin' Snakes crawling in the house I'm stuck in muddy ground Tonight i'm gonna shed this skin Cause water's risin' and i goin' down to Trouble river Six foot high and risin' Trouble river I can't keep from cryin' |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Saigon, It was all gone
The same Coke machines As the streets I grew up on Down in a mesquite canyon We come walkin' along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk From the nearest road to town Up here there's too much brush and canyon For the CHP choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin' Just wanna live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the Santa Ana's, Man that dry brush'll light Billy Devon got burnt up In his own campfire one winter night We buried his body In the white stone high up along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Had enough of town and the street life Over nothin' you end up On the wrong end of someone's knife Now I don't want no trouble And I ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge I came home in '72 You were just a beautiful light In your mama's dark eyes of blue I stood down on the tarmac I was just a kid Me and the brothers under the bridge Come Veteran's Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand When they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there And something slips....... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V. But I can't keep my mind on the show When I lay down at night, oh I can't get no sleep So I turn on my radio But the only sound I hear is you whisperin' in my ear The words that you used to say Now my days grow longer 'Cause my love grows stronger And the fever gets worse And I've got the fever for this girl CHORUS Got the fever, oh I've got the fever Nothing that a po' boy can do When he's got the fever for this girl Got the fever, oh I've got the fever Left this little boy blue I can remember comin' home See you standin' at the stove With the dishes on the table Dinner ready to go We'll maybe go out to a movie show Something that you like to see Well now you are my sun in the morning And my moon at night I think about you baby I feel alright Now my days grow longer 'Cause my love grows stronger And the fever gets worse And I've got the fever for this girl CHORUS |
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Subject : Bruce Springsteen - The Wrestler
