795K Louis Puccio's Compilation of all Springsteen Lyrics 7/97 ========================================================================= Bruce Fan, Here is the Lyric Collection for '97. I would appreciate your comments. Email to: lou1@primenet.com (Or 71051.3236@compuserve.com if mail bounces back). Many fans have contributed lyrics so I'd like you to try to add at least one new song for next year's collection - especially if you have tapes from concerts. If a song brings back special memories or you have a story about a particular song (e.g. when you heard it in concert, he played a song especially for you, etc.) email it. No last names or email addresses used (unless you want). Also needed is information on un-released songs, e.g. what tape or album it can be found on. Does it sound like any other released song; hard rocker, mellow, slow, party, fun song, etc. For what occasions would the song be played? Dates of performances are also helpful. Check for fan's stories, interview selections, Bruce's comments and other excerpts. These are highly recommended. They describe only actual songs and are in the released lyrics section. It's well worth it to page through for these excellent stories. Enjoy! - Louis Puccio ps: When distributing or uploading this file please keep this message. ============================================================================ Complete Collection of Bruce Springsteen's Lyrics 1997 Updated - July 4, 1997 Compiled from the hard work 410 Pages of many fans. Filename - BRUCELYR.97 Edited, organized by Louis Puccio. 1st edition - Nov. 1, '92 Lou1@primenet.com Compuserve: 71051,3236 "You know, I spent such a long time, you write music. And, you write it with the idea and the hope that it finds its way into people's lives and becomes a useful thing, an inspiring thing, and something that'll help get you through the day. I just wanna say thanks for lettin' my music in your life. Here, this is for you." Greetings to all Springsteen fans and music lovers. Here are the lyrics to all the songs from every released album, 'B' sides, many un-released, covers and songs Bruce has written for others. Origins of this file: After checking many file archives I found that many lyrics were scattered all over in various locations on the Internet. Some sites only had complete lyrics from a few albums and perhaps a few songs mixed in from other albums. Some members of the Backstreets email newsletter (see below for names) were kind enough to forward lyrics from sites located all over the world, and also from their own collections. I then combined everything into one large file you have now. I alphabetized, spell-checked, polished and put everything into a standard format. I made sure to include only the most complete versions of each song. All titles are in capitals and song, album information is at the end of each song. Thanks to those who contributed lyrics: (In alphabetical order, first name): Andrea Weikert - 100641.747@CompuServe.COM (German translations) Anthony Petrosino Jr. - petrosa@ctrvax.Vanderbilt.Edu alfu@arcos.org (corrected lyrics to "Many Riversto Cross") Bob Handlin - Bob_Handlin/US/3Com%3COM@smtp1.isd.3com.com Carlo Palombo (Born to Run in latin) Carsten Wich - c_wich@river.prima.ruhr.de (German translations) Cliff Rames - Cliff.Rames@public.srce.hr David Kieltyka <73200.3553@CompuServe.COM> Diego Barros - alien@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au Elisabeth - JOYTOY@ibm.net (Danish translations) Erik van Roovert Filippo Cocco - ggg62@cisea.it (Italian translations) Gareth Waddell - gareth@esoft.uucp Gloria - 101365.2045@CompuServe.COM (Spanish translations) Hiroshi Marutani - Italian and Neopolitan translations Matt - atmrm@acad2.alaska.edu Monty Smith - montys@mapme6.map.tek.com - All around nice guy. Tireless compiler and organizer of Bruce music and live songs. Special thanks to Monty for transcribing songs and asking others to help. Pere Simon - FREECAT@BBS-CE.UAB.ES (Catalonian version - This Hard Land) Pablo Betancor Ortiz - A1319@correo.dis.ulpgc.es (Spanish translations) Paul Maclaughlan - paul@moore.com - (Proofreading, editing, excellent comments/ideas ('95 edition). Thanks for the printout. Has the true, unselfish 'Bruce spirit.' Rich McGee - rich%csusb@nic.csu.net (Way back when I started on the Internet, emailed me most of the released lyrics unselfishly each day when I didn't have ftp.) Sal - 100531.226@CompuServe.COM - (Spanish translations) Silvio Sidler - ssidler@ibm.net (German and swiss translations) Simon - Simon.brownleelee@jrc.it (Italian translations) Steve Krall Sundvis Ostling sundvis.ostling@skolor.ostersund.se Susan DeSerio - deserio@kwacha.enet.dec.com Suzy Shaw - suzshaw@nervm.nerdc.ufl.edu Tom Theaker - tomt@hpindwa.cup.hp.com tony72@galactica.it (E Street Shuffle, Italian) Tony Ruegger - truegger@wizvax.net Warren Brake - warren@irma.cs.mun.ca, warren@pooky.cs.mun.ca Also thanks to all those anonymous contributors who over the years have typed all these lyrics unselfishly. Without their efforts this compilation would have been almost impossible. "...just one thing...One thing in your whole life that you can do that makes you feel proud of yourself...And that's not too much for anybody to ask...That's not much..I don't think....." LEEDS, ENGLAND JULY 7, 1985 What's new for '96: - Better formatting - Song title listing - More excerpts from interviews - Fan's comments and stories - Foreign language translations of lyrics - Ghost of Tom Joad album lyrics New for '97: - see (97) for new songs - more fan's comments and stories - more foreign language translations - Tom Joad tour unreleased lyrics Check for fan's stories throughout the released part of the lyrics. These are highly recommended. It's well worth it to page through all the released lyrics for these excellent stories. 3/6/95 LA Times Interview: "With the E Street guys, we were like a family, like neighbors. In some ways, they were the physical realization of the community I imagined and sang about in the songs. There was a very deep symbolic importance." - Bruce How is this file organized: Alphabetically by song title. The song titles appear exactly as on the albums. Album name/year follow each song lyric. Just about every released song was typed exactly as it appeared on the album. Songs starting with 'The' are in the 'T' section. 'The River' e.g., is in the 't' section, not the 'r'. Released material (including 45rpm's) appears first. Following this are all un-released, 'outakes' and 'cover' songs that Bruce has frequently played in concert and written by others. Unreleased and also 'B' side lyrics were mainly typed after listening to the song. 'B' Side songs are in the released section. All cover songs will have the song writer's name in parenthesis. Foreign translations follow the unreleased section. You can go directly there by searching for the following: /////// All titles are listed alphabetically right before the released lyrics section. To go there search for 'ALL TITLES' (without quotes.) How do I find my favorite song or album: Just type the name exactly as it appears on the album or single using a word processor 'search' feature, of course. Or just page through until you get to the song. To find all the songs on an album do the same thing - type the album title exactly. There are many, but not all, UN-released lyrics here. To find an un-released song go to the end of the list of released songs, Or search for the word: unreleased. That will bring you to the beginning of the un-released section. A line of: ************************* seperates the realeased and unreleased listings. A line of: ////////// follows the unreleased. The foreign section begins here. Additional translations will be added as they're received. Thanks to all those who worked hard on translations. INTRODUCTION - includes some interview excerpts. 1) RELEASED 2) UNRELEASED 3) FOREIGN TRANSLATIONS (contact me if you'd like to translate a song(s) Please send any other lyrics not found here to my email address. "It's the music that keeps me alive, and my relationships with... people and places I've known...The TV, the cars, the houses--that's not the American dream...Those are the consolation prizes...for selling yourself out or lettin' the best of yourself slip away." - Bruce Does a file exist with all the lyrics grouped by album, instead of by song title? Yes, but you have to look around at the popular sites for lyrics. You, can use the lyrics in this file to create other files organized in any way you see fit. Please post it to the appropriate archives and also contact me at my internet address. What about typos or misspellings? How do I know if every word Springsteen wrote has been included? I corrected obvious misspellings. However, words such as runnin', drivin', etc. were left alone. As for missing words or lines, it would be very difficult to compare each song here word for word with the album version. However, most likely anyone that has taken time to type out a song must be a dedicated fan. Someone that truly enjoys what they're doing is not likely to make many errors. However, if you really must have total accuracy for a few songs that you truly like, compare the number of typed lines and/or the words with the album. Some rules: If mailing this file on diskette you can charge only for disk and postage. The most can only be $2. If you have a business you should not use this file to gain new business or members, subscriptions, etc.(i.e. "Membership / boot tape / subsciption includes Complete Lyric File free!". This would not be in keeping with the 'community' spirit of this work. You can, however, advertise this file in any catalog. Price can only be to cover cost of disk and postage, max. $2. Can send this file free to customers anytime as a surprise or 'thanks'. Can include this file or major parts in a special computer program or database but only as public domain or freeware. You can alter this file as you wish for private use on your own computer or for friends. Everyone contributed knowing that it's non-commercial so I cannot dissapoint anyone. Miscellaneous notes: Please send me any other lyrics you have. This will be highly appreciated! You can send entire files you have and I will sort out the one's to be included. They will be added in future updates. Also, please send any interviews and concert monologues that you may have transcribed from a live concert tape or other sources. It would be great to have other files with interviews, monos, trivia, record sources, criticisms, folklore, stories, or whatever. I hope this inspires others to be creative and come up with other files of Bruce material. Feel free to make copies of this file and send it to anyone. Please do not add lyrics or anything to this list and upload it again. Do not alter this list except for your own use. Doing so would create many different versions of this file at many archive sites and lots of confusion. Only one person (myself) should add new lyrics every few months and create an updated version yearly with a new version number. Please use the file name found on this file if uploading this to any archive site. FILE NAME for '97 Version - BRUCELYR.97 If you received this via email please remove all email 'header' information. Start of file is at: ========================================================================== "Bruce Fan," Please send ideas, suggestions, comments or a simple 'hi' to my email: Lou1@primenet.com Compuserve: 71051,3236. "The first day I can remember lookin' in the mirror and standin' what I was seein' was the day I had a guitar in my hand." All lyrics up to and including 1995's Greatest Hits and Ghost of Tom Joad are included here. On the actual albums, each new line of lyric starts with a capital letter. Some email systems move some characters to the next line so you may see lines that don't start with capitals. Those few words belong on the line above. Therefore, you may have to do your own formatting to make a song appear to your liking or as on the album lyric sheets. Following this info section is some general info about all the albums. The book 'Bruce Springsteen' by Michael Stewart, Crescent Books, has a lot of information about released and unreleased songs such as what album and single a song appears, who else recorded them, etc. >From "The Wild, The Innocent & The E Street Shuffle" by Ariel Swartley "Spanish Johnnys clothes and cornerboys shuffle are gestures falling somewhere between courage and bravado, between a hustle and a good story. Johnny plays the gallant promising Janey hell take her away from the battles on the street, but shes got his number: Those romantic young boys/All they ever want to do is fight. She knows theyre not going anywhere. The corner is the E Street Shuffle, the boardwalk in Sandy, the hometown alleys of Kittys Back, even the traveling midway of Wild Billys Circus Story, the tenement neighborhood of Incident on 57th Street, the back roads and parent-and-school-dominated world of RosalitaSpringsteens settings are territories in limbo. Satellites of the metropolis, overshadowed, robbed and ruined; resort towns begging to be invaded, dependent on other peoples leisure and mobility; home turf staked out and fought for but never owned. And adolescence itself. Like the man-child or the boy-prophet, neither one thing or the other. All of Springsteens characters live on islands close enough to shore to see the mainland, too far away to make the crossing light or easy." Since 1972, Bruce Has: - performed a total of 1039 live shows - performed 318 different songs - performed in 29 different countries, 319 different cities, and 501 different venues. note - these are approximate figures. Not including live shows during 1995 and 96. >From May 19 issue of Entertainment Weekly: On May 22, 1966, in the backseat of a '61 Mercury enroute to a recording studio in Brick Town, the 16-year-old Springsteen began his songwriting career. He and Theiss cowrote 'That's What You Get' and "Baby I.' South Street in Freehold, NJ - Spent most of childhood. Next to Doug Slattery's Sinclair station. Bruce Frederick Springsteen - born 9/23/49 Bought first guitar in a pawn shop for $18 in 1964. Jailhouse Rock was first record he bought. The Backstreets email newsletter has many loyal fans that discuss anything to do with Bruce. To subscribe send a note with your email address to: luckytown@netcom.com The site to obtain chords for some songs: ftp.nevada.edu (131.216.1.11) cd pub/guitar mget *.crd Feel free to send me any spare concert tickets! :> "If my work was about anything, it was about the search for identity, for personal recognition, for acceptance, for communion, and for a big country. I've always felt that's why people come to my shows, because they *feel* that big country in their hearts." - from an interview >From "Musician" No. 169, November 1992: "I guess," he says softly. "Yeah, yeah. I believe everybody who writes has an audience in his head, whether it's an imaginary audience or your real audience. I had a feeling who my audience was most of the time and why people came to my music or bought my records or came to my shows. I felt I knew what I was delivering that drew people to those things. At least a core of the people that have come. I always write with an audience in mind. Not in terms of if it'll be a big hit, but in terms of what the music's delivering. It's pretty simple -- I try to write really well, I try to write emotionally. And if I feel that coming back at me then I feel like I'm doing my job. That's why people come to my music -- for some emotional experience or a perspective, either on their own lives or on the world that they're living in, or on their relationships. For a perspective. "Until I get some perspective on it, I can't find it. Once I find a point of view, that's where I'm standing and that's when the records are released. That's what gives me the motivation to come out and travel and tour and work and try to stay a part of the thread of people's lives, just by doing my job." "Q" magazine, August 1992 Cover story on "Bruce - The Q Interview" On 'Lucky Town,' one of the two albums he released in April, he offers 'Local Hero,' a song which has some fun with his own mythic status, describing the sensation of finding a portrait of himself in a shop "between the Doberman and Bruce Lee." "The first verse of that song is completely true," he confesses. "I was driving through a town I grew up in and I looked over and there was a five and ten cent store with a black velvet painting of Bruce Lee, a picture of me on 'Born In The USA' and a picture of a dog next to me! I said Wow, I gotta get a photo of that! It was on sale for $19.99." But did he invest? "Actually, I did." He shakes his head with some wonderment at the notion of a songwriter ending up as a plaster saint. "You get to a point where you're like Santa Claus at the North Pole." 'With Every Wish' he soberly describes as about "growing up and realizing what a life with consequences is all about. When you're a kid, you have a dream and the way you imagine it is really a life without complications. When you get older, the trickiest thing is not to give in to cynicism, and you get to an age, particularly in 1992 in this country or in England, where you don't have the time to spare. You have to understand the limitations of your own life and keep pushing through it. That's what 'With Every Wish' is about, keeping on moving forward." If you go back to 'Cautious Man' on 'Tunnel Of Love' about the guy who has love and fear tattooed on his hands-- that's about the story for most people. There's a world of love there and there's a world of fear too and it's standing right in front of you and very often that fear feels a lot realer and certainly more urgent than the feeling of love. The night my son was born, I got close to a feeling of a real, pure, unconditional love with all the walls down. All of a sudden, what was happening was so immense that it just stomped all the fear away for a little while and I remember feeling overwhelmed. But I also understood why you're so frightened. When that world of love comes rushing in, a world of fear comes in with it. To open yourself up to one thing, you've got to embrace the other thing as well. My music over the last five years has dealt with those almost primitive issues; it's about somebody walking through that world of fear so that he can live in the world of love." Describes the desolation at the heart of 'I Wish I Were Blind.' "It's about that sinking feeling," he says, with the same hoarse, amazed whisper he uses to introduce songs on stage. "There's a world of love, a world of beauty, a world of fear and a world of loss and they are the same world and that person is wending his way through that maze and at that moment he's very in touch with both of those things. That song gets that picture. Most of the stuff does. That's where its universality lies. There's a limited interest in your accoutrements, whatever they may be. Success makes life easier. It doesn't make living easier. I've enjoyed it and I've had great fun with it, but there have been very tough times and it's the lucky seat, you know? On stage, I talk a lot about community but it's very difficult for me to connect up with anything. From my youth, I had a tendency to be isolated psychologically. All my music is a journey towards some sort of connection with both people at large and then a person, whether it's in your family or your girlfriend or your wife. That's how you remain vital and don't get lost in the furniture that comes with making a few bucks. That's what I've pursued. For me, this music is about trying to get closer, trying to take down the walls that I had left up. Everybody does that. Everybody struggles towards feeling good enough about themselves to connect up with someone who can shine something good about themselves back on to them. And then to invest in it and not be afraid of that investment and not be afraid of its commitment or its responsibilities. Bruce radio interview: D. So there's no truth in the rumour that 57 Channels was written for Bono, was there? (laughs) S. (Laughs) I don't think so, no. Hey, I wrote it as a joke one night sitting in front of the TV. >From "Follow That Dream" -- the Italian fanzine -- The interview was given to Riccardo Pandolfi of Italian National Radio on May 5th, 1993 and broadcast a few days before Bruce's show in Rome last May: R.P.: You are going to be in Rome for a few days. You know that people really love you in Italy. We love you like a brother, some love you like a father. B.S.: You know, we came very late... I think the first time we came it was '85, which was late. You know, we toured Europe a little bit in '81 and people always said, "Gee, you have great fans in Italy, you know, you're very popular there." So, when we came to Milan, as I told you last night, I think we had what I think was one of the Top 5 shows of my career, one of the best shows we've ever done. I think the one we did there at that time is one I always remember, it always comes to mind. I don't know why, it was a certain sort of intensity, you know, a certain sort of passion that was unique to the Italian fans. I couldn't tell you what it is, all I know is that it's there when I get there, you know. Interview with Dave Marsh from the February 1981 "Musician" : On Halloween, the second night in L.A., he cooked up a version of "Haunted House," the old Jumpin' Gene Simmons hit, at soundcheck, and opened the set with it -- after appearing from a coffin, and being chased around the stage by ghoul-robed roadies during the guitar break. On Saturday, Bruce added an acoustic guitar and accordion version of "The Price You Pay," and debuted "Fade Away," the one song from "The River" he'd avoided. On Monday night, with Bob Dylan in the house for a second night (he'd come with Jim Keltner on Thursday, and been impressed), Springsteen put "The Price You Pay" back in and dedicated it to his "inspiration." Plus a lengthy version of "Growing Up," from his first album. On both nights, he ended the encores with Jackson Browne, dueting on "Sweet Little Sixteen." On neither night did the inclusion of the additional songs mean the removal of any of the others. "Yeah, but you really missed it in St. Paul," said Van Zandt. "He turned around and called 'Midnight Hour,' and we all just about fainted. Funky (bassist Garry Tallent) didn't even believe we were doing it until about the second chorus." The band had not rehearsed the song, and it's unlikely that the E Street Band's present lineup had ever played it before in its five years together. But even the musicians thought that it sounded great. I've seen at least 1OO shows in the past six or seven years. The worst of them was fascinating, but maybe the most awesome have been the times when, after four or five nights of hell raising action, he manages to make it different again. This guy does not know the meaning of anticlimax. "Roulette," the song he wrote right after Three Mile Island, is the scariest piece of music he's ever done, for my money more frightening that even the last lines of "Stolen Car," and unmistakably based on the event. MUSICIAN: Earlier, you said that "Ramrod" was one of the saddest things you'd written. Why? SPRINGSTEEN: (Laughs) Well, it's so anachronistic, you know. The character -- it's impossible, what he wants to do. One of the ideas of it, when I wrote it, it was sort of like a partner to "Cadillac Ranch" and a few things, it's got that old big engine sound. That song is a goddam gas guzzler (laughing). And that was the sound I wanted, that big, rumbling, big engine sound. And this guy, he's there, but he's really not there no more. He's the guy in "Wreck on the Highway" -- either guy, actually. But he's also the guy, in the end, who says, "I'll give you the word, now, sugar, we'll go ramroddin' forevermore." I don't know; that's a real sad line to me, sometimes. MUSICIAN: You mentioned something similar about "Out in the Street," that it was too much of a fantasy to possibly believe it. SPRINGSTEEN: I was just wary of it at that time, I guess for some of the same reasons. It always seemed anachronistic, and at the time, I was demanding of all the songs that they be able to translate. All the characters, they're part of the past, they're part of the future and they're part of the present. And I guess there was a certain frightening aspect to seeing one that wasn't part of the future. He was part of the past. To me, that was the conflict of that particular song. I loved it, we used to play it all the time. And there was that confusion too. Well, if I love playing the damn thing so much, why the hell don't I want to put it on the record? I guess I always made sure that the characters always had that foot planted up ahead somewhere. Not just the one back there. That's what makes 'em viable, or real, today. But I also knew a lotta people who were exactly like this. To do that, I go back, back further all the time. Back into Hank Williams, back into Jimmy Rodgers. Because the human thing in those records, that should be at least the heart of it. The human thing that's in those records is just beautiful and awesome. I put on that Hank Williams and Jimmy Rodgers stuff and Wow! What inspiration! It's got that beauty and the purity. The same thing with a lot of the great Fifties records, and the early rockabilly. I went back and dug up all the early rockabilly stuff because... what mysterious people they were. There's this song, "Jungle Rock" by Hank Mizell. Where is Hank Mizell? What happened to him? What a mysterious person, what a ghost. And you put that thing on and you can see him. You can see him standing in some little studio, way back when, and just singing that song. No reason. (Laughs) Nothing gonna come out of it. Didn't sell. That wasn't no Number One record, and he wasn't playin' no big arena after it, either. But what a moment, what a mythic moment, what a mystery. Those records are filled with mystery: they're shrouded with mystery. Like these wild men came out from somewhere, and man, they were so alive. The joy and the abandon. Inspirational, inspirational records, those records. MUSICIAN: The way the stage show is organized is that the first half is about work and struggling: the second half is about joy, release, transcending a lot of those things in the first half. Is that conscious? SPRINGSTEEN: I knew that I wanted a certain feeling for the first set. That's sorta the way it stacks up. "That guy at the end of "Darkness" has reached a point where you just have to strip yourself of everything, to get yourself together. For a minute, sometimes, you just have to get rid of everything, just to get yourself together inside, be able to push everything away. And I think that's what happened at the end of the record. And then there was the thing where the guy comes back." MUSICIAN: And "The River" is what he sees? SPRINGSTEEN: Yeah, these are his feelings. it's pretty much there, and in the shows MUSICIAN: Do you like "Born to Run" and "Darkness" better now? SPRINGSTEEN: Not particularly. On "Darkness," I like the ideas. I'm not crazy about the performances. We play all those songs ten times better live. But I like the idea. "Born to Run," I like the performances and the sound. Sometimes, it sounds funny. MUSICIAN: Young and innocent? SPRINGSTEEN: Yeah, yeah. Same thing with "The Wild and the Innocent." I have a hard time listening to any of those records. Certain things on each record I can listen to: "Racing in the Street," "Backstreets," "Prove it All Night," "Darkness on the Edge of Town." But not a lot, because either the performance doesn't sound right to me, or the ideas sound like a long time ago. MUSICIAN: You look awful before a show, and then those hours up there, which exhaust everyone else, refresh you. SPRINGSTEEN: I always look terrible before the show. That's when I feel worst. And after the show it's like a million bucks. Simple as that. You feel a little tired but you never feel better. Nothing makes me feel as good as those hours between when you walk offstage, until I go to bed. That's the hours that I live for. As feelings go, that's ten on a scale of ten. I just feel like talking to people, going back and meeting those kids, doing any damn thing. Most times I just come back and eat and lay down and feel good. Most people, I don't think, get to feel that good, doing whatever they do. "Rolling Stone," February 28, 1985, Issue No. 442 Cover story on the "Rolling Stone" 1984 Readers Poll And so now I go out onstage and I feel like there's people dying out there, there's people really hurt -- you know because you feel the same thing. And this is your chance to do something about it. So when I go out onstage at night, I feel like there's really something at stake, that it has some meaning. It's not just another night. I think on a night when we're really good, you can come and hopefully you can see your relationships with your parents, brothers, sisters, your town, your country, your friends, everything -- sexual, political, the whole social thing. It should be a combination of a circus, a political thing and a spiritual event, And hopefully you'll come and your life will flash before your eyes. That's kind of what I'm out there trying to do, you know?" "Beats" cover story, August 1992, Volume 16, Issue 174: "Stockholm and Sweden have been fantastic to us," he says. "I will never forget the Konserthuset in 1975. That was my first tour outside the States. We had started off in London, which was pretty tough going; the audience was sheer ice. Then we came to Stockholm and the audience went completely wild. It was the first time that I had stood in front of a truly enthusiastic audience. Unforgettable. Keyboardist Bittan is the only member from the E Street Band who's included in the new group. He'd written some instrumental music that Bruce took to his garage apartment to work on. "And the words started coming to me," Springsteen says. "It became 'Roll Of The Dice,' and the start of the Human Touch album. I remember I was so happy when I finished it that I ran into the house and woke Patti up to get her to listen to it. It was three o'clock in the morning. In that song I suddenly felt some sort of energy, and it was like, 'Yeah, this is what I've been searching for.' My life had really changed a lot, with Patti and the kids. So I wrote the song 'Living Proof' about it. And I felt like, 'Yeah, this is really me, with my feet firmly in the present." That breakthrough led to the quick writing of a whole new album. The lyrics to that one, Lucky Town, are very private and read almost as an open diary. "Well, people tend to believe that everything an artist sings is self-experienced, but in reality that's only a part of what you're singing," he explains. "But yeah, I guess my whole work is an emotional diary. The guy in 'Living Proof' is the same guy as the one in 'Born To Run,' except he's covered a lot of miles in between." Discussing the track "My Beautiful Reward," Bruce says, "It just came out! The best stuff is generally the stuff that you don't know how you did, like 'Highway Patrolman' on Nebraska. It just came to me; I felt it coming, I started to write it down... You tend to try and make some changes afterwards, but it never gets as good." "Musician" cover story on "The Confessions of Bruce Springsteen" from "Musician" No. 169, November 1992. On "Local Hero," one of the cornerstones of his concerts and his "Lucky Town" album, Springsteen tells the story of a man who finds his way home from a debilitating life of fame and travel. He is rescued by a "gypsy girl," he settles down with her, but lying in bed he still hears the highway call. It's a funnier version of the story he told in "Cautious Man" on "Tunnel of Love." No matter how happy domestic life gets, the character still hears temptation whispering. "Oh yeah!" Springsteen says. "You got to! You don't ever not hear that. That never goes away. That's the point. That's what makes your choice mean something." Maybe what Springsteen's figured out that the Local Hero and the Cautious Man haven't is that it's a false choice: When the family man hears the road calling he can go to it -- and take the wife and kids along. Springsteen is closing most of his shows with "My Beautiful Reward," a song of vague dislocation, in which the narrator surveys everything he has and wonders why he still has not found complete satisfaction. In the final verse, in an unusual flight of poetry, the singer turns into a black bird and soars over gray fields and rivers, still searching. "I think I saw the image somewhere in a book," Springsteen says. "When I started I planned to write a nice song about my kids. It just took a funny turn. It was one of these songs like 'Highway Patrolman' in that there was a certain inconclusiveness to it that always made me feel like it wasn't finished. I kept trying to make it nice and neat, to tie up the ending and make it more concrete. After I recorded it I thought, 'I didn't quite get it on this one.' But then it started to come out and I realized it was right the way it was. It's one of those songs you don't consciously write -- it comes up out of your unconscious or subconscious. That's why it's better than the stuff you slave over. I haven't tried to really interpret it. It was dealing with death in some fashion." It suggests both the possibility of finally finding your beautiful reward, and also the chance that even when your soul is floating out of your body you'll still be looking for it in vain. Springsteen answers, "I think it's that there is no concrete 'it,' that idea that you reach a point where a) everything's okay, b) you're going to be happy now forever, c) you figure out everything. That's not the way life is lived, that's not the human experience. I think that when you begin to deal concretely with your own mortality and your family and your partner, death becomes a big part of that equation. You see your children. Well, your children are your afterlife, there they are. And your love with your partner is, too. That lives on through your kids. That's your afterlife. That was a good song to finish the record with because I wasn't trying to make an 'Everything's Coming Up Roses' kind of record. I was trying to make a record that was really strongly positive and had a feeling of real love in it and real hope. That song expresses a little bit of the part of everybody that's always alone. "It's not like any of my early road songs, it's not about escape. It's about coming to terms with different realities. Sort of a confrontation with your own individual soul or spirit. But I think it was an important end for that record. I was trying to write about -- like in 'Big Muddy' -- moral ambivalence and moral ambiguousness. Hey, morality is something a lot of people can't afford." The guy on 'Beautiful Reward' is the guy on 'Born to Run.' Hey, that's where life has taken these people. "That's what you're trying to do, to get the audience to sit down and understand, to bring them together and make them realise they have things in common, so that people hopefully feel less distance from one another. That's my job." Finally, this entire file is dedicated to everyone who has enjoyed Bruce's music over the years and in the future. You all know the special meaning he and his music has for us. Following is information about each album, in alphabetical order: BORN IN THE U.S.A. 1984 Roy Bittan - synthesizer, piano, background vocals Clarence Clemmons - saxaphone, percussion, background vocals Danny Federici - organ, glockenspiel, piano on "Born In The USA" Garry Tallent - bass, horn, background vocals Steve van Zandt - acoustic guitar, mandolin, harmony vocals Bruce Springsteen - lead vocals, guitar, harmonica Max Weinberg - drums, background vocals Richie Rosenberg - Trombone La Bamba - background vocals on "Cover Me" and "No Surrender" Ruth Jackson - background vocals on "My Hometown" All songs words and music by Bruce Springsteen (1984) Charts : Billboard #001, entered Jun 23, 1984 BORN IN THE USA BOBBY JEAN NO SURRENDER BORN IN THE U.S.A. I'M ON FIRE DANCING IN THE DARK GLORY DAYS I'M GOIN' DOWN COVER ME WORKING ON THE HIGHWAY DARLINGTON COUNTY DOWNBOUND TRAIN MY HOMETOWN BORN TO RUN 1975 All songs written and arranged by Bruce Springsteen. Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, and Mike Appel. Recorded, mixed and masterd at Record Plant Studio, NYC. Born To Run recorded at 914 Sound Studio, Blauvelt NY. Wayne Andre - Trombone Mike Appel - Vocal Roy Bittan - Keyboards Michael Brecker - Horn Randy Brecker - Horn Ernest Carter - Drums Clarence Clemons - Sax, Vocal Richard Davis - Bass Danny Federici - Keyboards, Vocal David Sanborn - Sax David Sancious - Keyboards, Sax Bruce Springsteen - g/v/hrc/b Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn Steve Van Zandt - Guitar, Vocal Max Weinberg - Drums BORN TO RUN JUNGLELAND THUNDER ROAD NIGHT SHE'S THE ONE MEETING ACROSS THE RIVER TENTH AVENUE FREEZE-OUT BORN TO RUN BACKSTREETS CHIMES OF FREEDOM 1988 Words and music by Bruce Springsteen except Chimes of Freedom - words by Bob Dylan. Roy Bittan - synthesizer, piano Clarence Clemmons - saxaphone, percussion Danny Federici - organ, synthesizer Garry Tallent - bass Patty Scialfa - vocals, guitar Bruce Springsteen - lead vocals, guitar Max Weinberg - drums Some of the proceeds of this album were donated to Amnesty International. DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN 1978 Roy Bittan - Keyboards Clarence Clemons - Sax, Vocal Danny Federici - Keyboards, Vocal Bruce Springsteen - g/v/hrc/b Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn Steve Van Zandt - Guitar, Vocal Max Weinberg - Drums All songs by Bruce Springsteen Charts : Billboard #005, entered Jun 17, 1978 FACTORY SOMETHING IN THE NIGHT STREETS OF FIRE PROVE IT ALL NIGHT ADAM RAISED A CAIN BADLANDS DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN CANDY'S ROOM THE PROMISED LAND RACING IN THE STREET GREATEST HITS 1995 (New songs) SECRET GARDEN MURDER INCORPORATED* BLOOD BROTHERS THIS HARD LAND Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt (*only) Recorded by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig Recorded at The Hit Factory Assistant engineers: Carl Glanville and Pete Keppler Mixed at Right Track and The Hit Factory Assistant engineers: Ryan Freeland, Jay Militscher, Tony Duino-Black Mastered at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine Sequence editing: Brian Lee Thrill Hill assistant: Nico X. German 1995 Bruce Springsteen Columbia Records GREETINGS FROM ASBURY PARK N.J. 1973 All selections written and arranged by Bruce Springsteen. Recorded at 914 Sound Studios, Blauvelt, NY. Vincent "Loper" Lopez, Clarence Clemmons, Garry Tallent, David Sancious, Harold Wheeler (Piano on Blinded By The Light and Spirit In The Night). Clarence Clemons - Sax, Vocal Richard Davis - Bass Vini Lopez - d/v/hrn David Sancious - Keyboards, Sax Bruce Springsteen - g/v/hrc/b Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn Harold Wheeler - Piano THE ANGEL SPIRIT IN THE NIGHT DOES THIS BUS STOP AT 82nd STREET? IT'S HARD TO BE A SAINT IN THE CITY FOR YOU GROWIN' UP LOST IN THE FLOOD BLINDED BY THE LIGHT MARY QUEEN OF ARKANSAS HUMAN TOUCH 1992 Musicians (except where noted): Roy Bittan - Keyboards, Producer Michael Fisher - Percussion Bobby Hatfield - vbc Mark Isham - Trumpet Randy Jackson - Bass Bobby King - vbc Jon Landau - Producer Douglas Lunn - Bass Ian McLagan - Piano Samuel Moore - vbc Tim Pierce - vbc Chuck Plotkin - Producer Jeff Porcaro - Drums, Percussion David Sancious - Organ (Hammond) Toby Scott - Engineer Bruce Springsteen - g/v/b Kurt Wortman - Drums All songs by Bruce Springsteen (1992) except "Cross My Heart" - music by Bruce Springsteen, lyrics by Bruce Springsteen and Sonny Boy Williamson "Roll of the Dice" and "Real World" - by Bruce Springsteen and Roy Bittan "Pony Boy" - traditional, arrangement & additional lyrics by Springsteen. Charts : Billboard #001, entered Nov 29, 1986 REAL WORLD 57 CHANNELS (AND NOTHIN' ON) HUMAN TOUCH I WISH I WERE BLIND MAN'S JOB ROLL OF THE DICE SOUL DRIVER ALL OR NOTHIN' AT ALL CROSS MY HEART GLORIA'S EYES PONY BOY REAL MAN THE LONG GOODBYE WITH EVERY WISH LUCKY TOWN 1992 All songs by Bruce Springsteen Produced by Bruce Springsteen with Jon Landau and Chuck Plotkin Additional production by Roy Bittan: "Leap of Faith", "The Big Muddy", "Living Proof" Recorded by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwing Roy Bittan - Keyboards, Bass Randy Jackson - Bass Jon Landau - Producer Lisa Lowell - vbc Gary Mallabar - Drums Ian McLagan - Organ (Hammond) Chuck Plotkin - Producer Patti Scialfa - vbc Toby Scott - Engineer Bruce Springsteen - v/g/b/prd Soozie Tyrell - vbc Artist : Bruce Springsteen Charts : Billboard #003, entered Oct 9, 1982 LIVING PROOF BETTER DAYS IF I SHOULD FALL BEHIND LEAP OF FAITH LOCAL HERO LUCKY TOWN MY BEAUTIFUL REWARD BOOK OF DREAMS THE BIG MUDDY SOULS OF THE DEPARTED NEBRASKA 1982 All words and music written by Bruce Springsteen Mastered at Atlantic Studios by Dennis King REASON TO BELIEVE NEBRASKA MY FATHER'S HOUSE STATE TROOPER OPEN ALL NIGHT USED CARS MANSION ON THE HILL ATLANTIC CITY HIGHWAY PATROLMAN JOHNNY 99 THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD 1995 STRAIGHT TIME HIGHWAY 29 YOUNGSTOWN SINALOA COWBOYS THE LINE BALBOA PARK DRY LIGHTNING THE NEW TIMER ACROSS THE BORDER GALVESTON BAY MY BEST WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Chuck Plotkin Recorded and mixed by Toby Scott Mastered by Dave Collins @ A&M Mastering Studios, L.A. Recorded and mixed at Thrill Hill Technical maintenance: Gary Myerberg Recording assistant: Greg Goldman Musician contracts: Shari Sutcliff Research: Terry Magovern 1995 Bruce Springsteen. THE RIVER 1980 All words and music by Bruce Springsteen. Recorded at The Power Station, NYC. Mixed at Clover Recording Studios, LA. Roy Bittan - Keyboards Clarence Clemons - Sax, Vocal Danny Federici - Keyboards, Vocal Howard "Eddie" Kaylan - Vocal Bruce Springsteen - g/v/hrc/b Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn Steve Van Zandt - Guitar, Vocal Mark Volman - Vocal Max Weinberg - Drums Charts : Billboard #001, entered Nov 1 , 1980 THE RIVER CADILLAC RANCH YOU CAN LOOK (BUT YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH) DRIVE ALL NIGHT I'M A ROCKER CRUSH ON YOU FADE AWAY HUNGRY HEART I WANNA MARRY YOU INDEPENDENCE DAY JACKSON CAGE OUT IN THE STREET RAMROD SHERRY DARLING STOLEN CAR THE PRICE YOU PAY THE TIES THAT BIND TWO HEARTS POINT BLANK WRECK ON THE HIGHWAY THE WILD, THE INNOCENT & THE E STREET SHUFFLE 1973 All songs written and arranged by Bruce Springsteen. Recorded at 914 Sound Studios, Blauvelt, NY Richard Blackwell - Percussion Clarence Clemons - Sax, Vocal Danny Federici - Keyboards, Vocal Vini Lopez - d/v/hrn David Sancious - Keyboards, Sax Bruce Springsteen - g/v/hrc/b Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn Albany Tellone - Sax THE E STREET SHUFFLE INCIDENT ON 57th STREET KITTY'S BACK NEW YORK CITY SERENADE WILD BILLY'S CIRCUS STORY ROSALITA (COME OUT TONIGHT) 4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY) TUNNEL OF LOVE 1987 All words and music by Bruce Springsteen (1987). Recorded in New Jersey ("One Step Up" recorded at A&M Studios. LA, CA) Mixed at A&M Studios, LA, CA. Tunnel Of Love, Mixed at The Hit Factory - NYC. Roy Bittan - Keyboards Clarence Clemons - Sax, Vocal Danny Federici - Keyboards, Vocal Nils Lofgren - Guitar, Vocal Bruce Springsteen - g/v/hrc/b Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn Max Weinberg - Drums James Wood - Harmonica CAUTIOUS MAN SPARE PARTS AIN'T GOT YOU TOUGHER THAN THE REST TUNNEL OF LOVE TWO FACES ALL THAT HEAVEN WILL ALLOW VALENTINE'S DAY BRILLIANT DISGUISE WHEN YOU'RE ALONE ONE STEP UP WALK LIKE A MAN Mar 1973 Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ Feb 1974 The Wild, The Innocent And The E-Street Shuffle Oct 1975 Born To Run May 1978 Darkness On The Edge Of Town Dec 1979 No Nukes - Various Artists Concert - Includes Two Springsteen Tracks : "Devil With The Blue Dress On" and "Stay" - with Jackson Browne Oct 1980 The River - Double album Sep 1982 Nebraska Jun 1984 Born In The USA May 1985 We Are The World - Various Artists Compilation - Includes Springsteen's - "Trapped." Dec 1986 Live 1975-85 5 LP's - 3 CD's - 3 Tapes Of Live Tracks In Box Set - with Color Booklet Oct 1987 Tunnel Of Love Oct 1987 A Very Special Xmas - Various Compilations - Includes "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" Nov 1987 Tunnel Of Love - Picture Disc CD 1988 Interview Picture Disc Oct 1988 Folkways: A Vision Shared - Various Compilations - Includes "Vigilante Man" and "I Ain't Got No Home" 1988 Chimes of Freedom special 4 track 12" album 1990 The Last Temptation Of Elvis - Various Artists Compilation - Includes "Viva Las Vegas" Mar 1992 Human Touch Mar 1992 Lucky Town Feb 1995 Greatest Hits (with 4 new songs) Chronological Album List |Date| Label | Number ===============================+====+==========+======== Greatest Hits 1995 Columbia In Concert/MTV Plugged 1993 Phantom Unplugged 1992 Lucky Town 1992 Columbia 53001 Human Touch 1992 Columbia 53000 57 Channels (And Nothin' On) 1992 CBS 74416 Video Anthology 1978-1988 1989 CBS 49010 Conversation 1988 Audio Visu 018 Chimes of Freedom 1988 CBS 44445 Tunnel of Love 1987 Columbia 40999 Live 1975-1985 1986 Columbia 40558 Born in the U.S.A. 1984 Columbia 38653 Nebraska 1982 Columbia 38358 Requested Around the World 1981 CBS 978 River, The 1980 Columbia 36854 Bruce Springsteen 1979 CBS 66353 Darkness on the Edge of Town 1978 Columbia 35318 Born to Run 1975 Columbia 33795 Wild, the Innocent and the E St 1973 Columbia 32432 Greetings from Asbury Park NJ 1973 Columbia 31903 Video Anthology '78-'88 Z CBS 49010 Plugged: In Concert 199 Z Alx 3322 Human Touch/Better Days Z CBS 74273 Anthology 1978-88 Z Sony 6325 Other albums where a Springsteen song appeared: For Our Children "Chicken Lips and Lizard Hips" Roy Orbison and Friends: A black and White Night Harry Chapin Tribute "Remember When The Music" The heart of rock 1988. Columbia: C 44381 (on container: 6C 44381). Songs, performed by various artists. "Brilliant disguise (4:12)" Ruthless people: the original motion picture soundtrack. Epic - 1986. E 40398 (container: SE 40398). "Stand on it" (2:30) "That's at the core of what I'm trying to do. It's a search for beauty, and in beauty there is hope, and in hope there is some sense of divine love, of faith, of community and possibility, of things that would combat the brutality and the violence and the suffering. That's what I'm trying to lay out there. It's a survival guide." Here is a story that Bruce told about his first guitar: 12/20/78 Seattle "Every day about five o'clock this girl walked by the house. She was the kind of girl you would see but you would never go up and talk to her or nothing you know, like we were never gonna talk to nobody cause our noses were so big. Something like that can happen to you in life you know, if you let it get to you. But so anyway we sat there on the stoop...with our big noses...and we watch this girl walk by every single day for I don't know how long. All summer long, and we decided that we were gonna try and get some guitars...go down to the Western Auto store...got my first guitar at the Western Auto store. It was hanging up beside the mufflers. It was $18.95...'Give me that one Mister'. I got the thing and we came back and I played the guitar...he played the tambourine but she'd walk by and wouldn't even notice, wouldn't even look. We'd be out there doing 'Twist and Shout', doing with our moves. That's how I got all these moves. Every day I'd be out in front of my house, you know. Nothing. We'd be sitting there and we'd see Clarence, who we didn't know at all at the time, come by riding on his bicycle with no hands playing a saxophone. We said 'Man if that cat can't get her attention we ain't got a chance'. And I was right. We didn't and we never did. So I don't know where she is now back home maybe." Bruce interview to RAI (Italian radio), May 1993: R.P.: Can you still look at your audiences and see yourself? Bruce: First of all, you never lose any part of yourself, you know... anything you have ever been, or dreamed about is... always remains a part of you whether your life changes or not, wherever you go... The bottom line is, anywhere I wanna get on stage, I get on stage. For the same reason I got on stage in a little bar in New Jersey when I was eighteen years old. It was just the passion. I always say that the key to the relationship between a band and its audience is that you have to be able to walk out on stage and see yourself in the faces of the crowd, and they gotta be able to see some part of them in you. That seems to cement the relationship in some fashion, that's what rock'n'roll music is all about. I guess the reason why people come to my shows is not so much to find out about me, but to find out about them. You know... it's sorta like you're a storyteller, you come up with a variety of stories that are part of your own experience, part of your own dreams, or your imagination, and something that hopefully bonds everyone that comes to see you together. I always said that the world has become such a brutal place, and I think that people go to art, they go to music and they go to films to get in touch with their own humaness and their own humanity. And I always thought that's why people came to my shows, and that's why I go on stage and play. That's a kind of a life raft, or a life boat, in the world out there, and I think people spend so much time feeling apart from each other and feeling different and feeling isolated from their communities or society. Rock'n'roll holds up a promise of a certain type of community, it's an ideal, it may never be realizable except for those few hours in a show. But it's an important ideal, and it's important that that ideal continues to be manifested so people can sorta say, "hey, if this is possible here maybe I can stay more connected when I go home with my lover or my wife." I know, it's a long answer to a short question but I think that's a lot of what happens at night at the show. "Rolling Stone," February 28, 1985, Issue No. 442 "When I sit down to write, I try to write something that feels real to me. Like, what does it feel like to be thirty-five or something right now, at this point in time, living in America? It's not much more conscious than that. I generally try to write songs that are about real life, not fantasy material. I try to reflect people's lives back to them in some fashion. And if the show is really good, your life should flash before your eyes in some way -- the show's long enough, that's for sure! I think on a night when we're really good, you can come and hopefully you can see your relationships with your parents, brothers, sisters, your town, your country, your friends, everything -- sexual, political, the whole social thing. It should be a combination of a circus, a political thing and a spiritual event, And hopefully you'll come and your life will flash before your eyes. That's kind of what I'm out there trying to do, you know?" Bruce tallks about his band: "Musicians are funny. When you're home, you're never a real connected part of your own community, so you create one of your own. So I created the band and that was your family and that was the living manifestation of whatever community you imagine and sing about, and I think that's what they were to my fans. I think that's what they represented and that's why the band has power and why it is important and has been important. "That sense of friendship, loyalty, everybody's different but somehow together; that's why the whole idea of the band has always been a central idea of rock music; that's why bands keep coming. Whether it's the brothers in Oasis or whoever, everybody's fascinated because IT FEELS LIKE REAL LIFE. People trying to make it, to get together and do something together. That's why bands are powerful." "As far as the other stuff goes, it was really I had a lot of fuel. I always felt the E Street powering me. We had a lot of *desperate* fun; I think that's what gave the fun, that the band presented an edge. There were always two sides to that particular band, there was a lot of dark material and yet there was this explosion of actual joy; real, real happiness -- whether it was being alive or being with your friends or the audience on a given night. That was real but it was the devil-on-your-heels sort of fun -- laughing and running." Following are the song titles in alphabetical order: 30 DAYS OUT 4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY) 57 CHANNELS (AND NOTHIN' ON) ACROSS THE BORDER ACTION IN THE STREETS ADAM RAISED A CAIN AFTER THE THUNDER AIN'T GOT YOU ALL NIGHT LONG BREAKOUT ALL THE WAY HOME ALL OR NOTHIN' AT ALL ALL I NEED ALL OR NOTHIN' AT ALL ALL THAT HEAVEN WILL ALLOW AND THE BAND PLAYED ANGELYNE ARABIAN NIGHTS ATLANTIC CITY BABY I (97) BACK IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN BACKSTREETS BADLANDS BALBOA PARK BALLAD OF THE SELF-LOADING PISTOL BE TRUE BECAUSE THE NIGHT BETTER DAYS BISHOP DANCE BLINDED BY THE LIGHT BLOOD BROTHERS BLOWIN' IN THE WIND BLOWING IN THE WIND BOBBY JEAN BOOK OF DREAMS BOOK OF DREAMS BOOM BOOM BOOM BORDERLINE A LOVE SO FINE BORN IN THE U.S.A. BORN TO RUN BRILLIANT DISGUISE BROTHERS UNDER THE BRIDGE (97) BYE BYE JOHNNY CADILLAC RANCH CAMILLA HORNE CANDY'S ROOM CAUTIOUS MAN CHEVROLET DELUXE CHICKEN LIPS AND LIZARD HIPS CHILD BRIDE (97) CHIMES OF FREEDOM CINDY CLUB SOUL CITY COVER ME COWBOYS OF THE SEA CROSS MY HEART CRUSH ON YOU CYNTHIA DANCING IN THE DARK DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DARLINGTON COUNTY DEAD MAN WALKING DEDICATION DEPORTEE (97) DOES THIS BUS STOP AT 82nd STREET? DON'T LOOK BACK DOWNBOUND TRAIN DRIVE ALL NIGHT DROP ON DOWN AND COVER ME DRY LIGHTNING ELOUISE (to the Tune of Growin' Up) ENGLISH SONS EVACUATION OF THE WEST EVERYBODY'S LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY FACTORY FADE AWAY FAMILY SONG FEVER FIRE FOLLOW THAT DREAM, FOR ME BUT YOU (97) FOR YOU FOREVER YOUNG FORTUNATE SON FRANKIE FROM SMALL THINGS BIG THINGS COME GALVESTON BAY GET THAT FEELING GET UP STAND UP GLORIA'S EYES GLORY DAYS (w/ extra verse) GLORY DAYS GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT GROWIN' UP GYPSY WOMAN HEART FULL OF SOUL HEARTBREAK HOTEL HEARTS OF STONE HELD UP WITHOUT A GUN HENRY BOY HIGH HOPES HIGHWAY PATROLMAN HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED HIGHWAY 29 HOLD ON TO WHAT YOU GOT HUMAN TOUCH HUNGRY HEART I SOLD MY HEART TO THE JUNKMAN I WANNA MARRY YOU I WANNA BE WHERE THE BANDS ARE I WANT YOU I WISH I WERE BLIND I AIN'T GOT NO HOME I WANNA BE WITH YOU I CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE I'M GOIN' DOWN I'M ON FIRE I'M A COWARD (WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE) I'M A ROCKER IF I WAS THE PRIEST IF I SHOULD FALL BEHIND IN FREEHOLD (97) IN MICHIGAN (97) INCIDENT ON 57th STREET INDEPENDENCE DAY IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT IT'S HARD TO BE A SAINT IN THE CITY JACKSON CAGE JANEY NEEDS A SHOOTER JANEY, DON'T YOU LOSE HEART JAZZ MUSICIAN JEANNY NEEDS A SHOOTER JERSEY GIRL JESSE JOHNNY 99 JOHNNY BYE BYE JUNGLELAND JUST LIKE A WOMAN KITTY'S BACK LADY AND THE DOCTOR LEAP OF FAITH LET'S GO TONIGHT (JOHNNY BYE BYE) LET'S GO LIGHT OF DAY LIKE A ROLLING STONE LINDA LET ME BE THE ONE LITTLE GIRL SO FINE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT LIVING PROOF LOCAL HERO LONG TIME COMING (97) LOOK TO THE LAND LOOKING OUT FOR NO. 1 (Mr. Outside) LOOSE ENDS LOST IN THE FLOOD LOVE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF TOWN LOVE'S ON THE LINE LUCKY TOWN MAN AT THE TOP MAN'S JOB MANSION ON THE HILL MANY RIVERS TO CROSS MARIE MARY QUEEN OF ARKANSAS MARY LOU MEETING ACROSS THE RIVER MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY MISSING (97) MURDER INCORPORATED MY BEAUTIFUL REWARD MY FATHER'S HOUSE MY HOMETOWN MY LOVE WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN MY BEST WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH NATIVE AMERICAN NEBRASKA NEW JERSEY IS MY HOME NEW YORK CITY SERENADE NIGHT (alternate) NIGHT NO NEED NO SURRENDER NONE BUT THE BRAVE ON THE PROWL ONE STEP UP OPEN ALL NIGHT OUT IN THE STREET OUT OF WORK OUTSIDE LOOKING IN PART MAN PART MONKEY PILGRIM IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE (97) PINK CADILLAC POINT BLANK PONY BOY PREACHER'S DAUGHTER PRODIGAL SON PROTECTION PROVE IT ALL NIGHT RACING IN THE STREET RAISE YOUR HAND RAMROD RANDOLPH STREET (MASTER OF REAL WORLD REAL MAN REASON TO BELIEVE RED-HEADED WOMAN REMEMBER WHEN THE MUSIC RENDEZVOUS RESTLESS NIGHTS RICKIE ROCKIN' ALL OVER THE WORLD ROLL OF THE DICE ROSALITA (COME OUT TONIGHT) ROULETTE SAD EYES SANTA ANA SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN SAVIN' UP SAY SONS SEASIDE BAR SONG SECRET GARDEN SEEDS SELL IT AND THEY WILL COME (97) SHE'S LEAVING SHE'S SO FINE SHE'S THE ONE SHERRY DARLING SHUT OUT THE LIGHT SINALOA COWBOYS SOMETHING IN THE NIGHT SONG TO THE ORPHANS SOUL DRIVER SOULS OF THE DEPARTED SOUTHERN SON SPANISH HARLEM SPANISH EYES SPARE PARTS SPIRIT IN THE NIGHT STAND ON IT STATE TROOPER STOLEN CAR STOLEN CAR (SON YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE) STRAIGHT TIME STREET QUEEN STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA STREETS OF FIRE SUGARLAND SWEET SOUL MUSIC TAKE EM AS THEY COME TALK TO ME TAXI CAB TENTH AVENUE FREEZE-OUT THAT'S WHAT YOU GET THE WORD THE BIG PAYBACK THE BIG PAYBACK THE E STREET SHUFFLE THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD THE BIG MUDDY THE ANGEL THE TIES THAT BIND THE WISH THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD (FINNISH) (97) THE LINE THE PROMISED LAND THE RIVER THE LONG GOODBYE THE PRICE YOU PAY THE HITTER (97) THE NEW TIMER THE ICEMAN THE BALLAD OF THE ARCHITECT ANGEL THE PROMISE II THE WAY THE PROMISE THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER THIS HARD LAND THIS LITTLE GIRL THIS HARD LAND THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND THUNDER ROAD THUNDERCRACK TOKYO TONIGHT TOUGHER THAN THE REST TRAPPED TRAPPED AGAIN TROUBLE RIVER (I CAN'T KEEP FROM TUNNEL OF LOVE TWEETER AND THE MONKEY MAN TWO FACES TWO HEARTS TWO HEARTS IN TRUE WALTZ TIME TWO FOR THE ROAD USED CARS VALENTINE'S DAY VIBES MAN VIGILANTE MAN VISITATION AT FORT HORN VIVA LAS VEGAS WALK LIKE A MAN WALKING THROUGH MIDNIGHT (PARADISE WALKING IN THE STREET WAR WAR NURSE WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT WHEN YOU DANCE ACROSS THE WHEN YOU DANCE WHEN YOU'RE ALONE WHITE TOWN WHITE LIES WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN WILD BILLY'S CIRCUS STORY WILD KISSES WINGS FOR WHEELS (THUNDER ROAD) WINTER SONG WITH EVERY WISH WITHOUT YOU (97) WORKING ON THE HIGHWAY WRECK ON THE HIGHWAY YOU CAN LOOK (BUT YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH) YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME BABY YOU GOTTA FIGHT YOUNGSTOWN YOUR LOVE ZERO AND BLIND TERRY "Ladies and gentlemen, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band....." 4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY) Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore Chasin' all them silly New York girls Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag I got on it last night and my shirt got caught And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us The pier lights our carnival life on the water Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy Sandy the angels have lost their desire for us I spoke to `em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go And you can see `em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do This boardwalk life for me is through You know you ought to quit this scene too Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever From "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle" 1973 "So when I go out onstage at night, I feel like there's really something at stake, that it has some meaning. It's not just another night." Here's a story from a fan: I posted to the list my story about meeting Bruce on my 21st birthday at work. Anyway, as he was leaving that day, his bodyguard told us how much his kids loved the amusement park and how much he liked the fact that he didn't get hassled. Anyway, I felt kinda bad that day because I asked him for the autograph after his bodyguard had told my friend Chris (one of the other park managers) that he would take care of us before he left. On the 14th of June, he came back. I was talking to his bodyguard and apologizing for my behavior, when I heard a voice telling me that it was alright, Roy, "it was your birthday." Turns out that Bruce had been listening to my conversation. I was stunned that he remembered my name, though the first time we met, his bodyguard was telling me how he always remembered everyone he met. 31-Aug-1993 Roy 57 CHANNELS (AND NOTHIN' ON) I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills With a truckload 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 dawn There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' 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 channels 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 busted me for disturbing 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... Bruce Springsteen - bass Human Touch 1992 ACROSS THE BORDER Tonight my bag is packed Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks That will lead me across the border Tomorrow my love and I Will sleep 'neath auburn skies Somewhere across the border We'll leave behind my dear The pain and sadness we found here And we'll drink from the Bravo's muddy water Where the sky grows grey and wide We'll meet on the other side There across the border For you I'll build a house High upon a grassy hill Somewhere across the border Where pain and memory Pain and memory have been stilled There across the border And sweet blossoms fill the air Pastures of gold and green Roll down into cool clear waters And in your arms 'neath open skies I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes There across the border Tonight we'll sing the songs I'll dream of you my coraz_n And tomorrow my heart will be strong And may the saints' blessing and grace Carry me safely into your arms There across the border For what are we Without hope in our hearts That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters And eat the fruit from the vine I know love and fortune will be mine Somewhere across the border Jennifer Condos: Bass Danny Federici: Keyboard, Accordion Lisa Lowell: Backing vocal Gary Mallaber: Drums Marty Rifkin: Pedal steel guitar Patti Scialfa: Backing vocalBruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Harmonica Soosie Tyrell: Violin, Backing vocal Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 AIN'T GOT YOU I got a fortune 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 honey any man every 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 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 Tunnel Of Love 1987 "The details in the songs are always secondary, which doesn't mean they aren't important to get right. But detail alone is just detail. I have a lot of songs sitting in my notebook that are full of detail, but missing the emotion which ties the whole thing together and breathes life into it. The emotion is what makes a song real and breathes life into it. The detail gives you the grit of living. That's omportant, but the emotion gives you the feel of living. That's what I find in songs like Nebraska, My Hometown, Stolen Car, Wreck On The Highway. A lot of those songs are connected. Take Adam Raised a Cain, Independence day, My Father's House, - if you play those three songs together, you'll see somebody growing up." ADAM RAISED A CAIN 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 Darkness on the Edge of Town 1978 ALL OR NOTHIN' AT ALL 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 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 thinking 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 Human Touch 1992 ALL THAT HEAVEN WILL ALLOW 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 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 walking proud And I want all the time all that heaven will allow Max Weinberg - percussion Tunnel Of Love 1987 ATLANTIC CITY Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now, they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact... Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact... Nebraska 1982 BACKSTREETS One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets Born to Run 1976 Here's a story from a fan: Thu, 1 Sep 94 Living in New York City, and having worked various jobs in the film and music businesses, I've met literally scores of celebrities. No encounter stands out in my mind like the time I met the Boss. Was it 1981 or 1982? I can't quite remember. I was driving the cab across 57th Street, and I see this guy looking to hail a cab about a block away. From that far away, it looked like Bruce! I checked and there were no cabs between him and me, I was going to pick him up. "I just don't have this kind of luck," I told myself. So I come to the corner of 57th & Lex and stop, the guy jumps in, says "18th Street between 5th & 6th" and there was no mistaking that voice. I turned around and yelled, "IT'S YOU!!!!!" and he just cracked up. Finally, in an attempt to say something vaguely meaningful, I told him what his music meant to me. I told him that when I listened to his more current stuff, songs from "The River," I realized that although I might be down, as long as I held onto my dreams, there was some chance that I might achieve them. "Your music gives me hope," I told him, and he seemed to like that. I told him that the best tip he could give me was an autograph. I handed him a sheet of paper, and he wrote, in large letters across the entire sheet, "To Steve: Thanks for the lift. P.S. And the support. Bruce Springsteen." - Steve BADLANDS Lights out tonight trouble in the heartland Got a head-on collision smashin' in my guts man I'm caught in a crossfire that I don't understand But there's one thing I know for sure 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 every day 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 field till you get your back burned Workin' `neath the wheels till you get your facts learned Baby I got my facts learned real good right now You better get it straight darling Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king And a king ain't satisfied till he rules everything I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got Now I believe in the love that you gave me I believe in the faith that could save me I believe in the hope and I pray that some day It will raise me above these Badlands... 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... Roy Bittan: fender Rhodes, glockenspiel Clarence Clemons: saxophones Bruce Springsteen: guitar, vocal, harmonica Garry Tallent: bass guitar Max Weinberg: drums Background vocals: Roy Bittan, Mike Appel, Steve Van Zandt, Bruce Springsteen Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Mike Appel Engineered and mixed by Jimmy Iovine Mastered by Greg Calbi Remastered by Bob Ludwig Darkness on the Edge of Town 1980 BALBOA PARK He lay his blanket underneath the freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his cocaine And headed thru Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come nightly to employ In the cool San Diego evening The services of the border boys He grew up near the Zona Norte With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with He swallowed their balloons of cocaine Brought them across to the 12th streetstrip Sleepin' in a shelter If the night got to cold Runnin' from the migra Of the border patrol Past the salvage yard 'cross the train tracks And in thru the storm drain They stretched their blankets out 'neath the freeway And each one took a name There was X-man and Cochise Little Spider his sneakers covered in river mud They come north to California End up with the poison in their blood He did what he had to for the money Sometimes he sent home what he could spare The rest went to high-top sneakers and toncho And jeans like the gavachos wear One night the border patrol swept 12th Street A big car came fast down the Boulevard Spider stood caught in its headlights Got hit and went down hard As the car sped away=20 Spider held his stomachLimped to his blanket 'neath the freeway Lay there tasting his own blood on his tongue Closed his eyes and listened to he cars Rushin' by so fast Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 BECAUSE THE NIGHT (Also recorded by Patti Smith) Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night... Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night... Springsteen-Patti Smith 1978 Originially written for 'Darkness' album. BETTER DAYS Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah, just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away. I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come Or that train to come roarin' 'round the bend. I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better days baby Yeah there's better days shining through These are better days baby Better days with a girl like you Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad funny ending to find yourself pretending A rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight I'm layin' in your arms carvin' lucky charms Out of these heard luck bones These are better days baby These are better days it's true These are better days There's better days shining through Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turn his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home These are better days baby There's better days shining through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days it's true These are better days Better days are shining through Randy Jackson, bass Lisa Lowell, backing vocals Patti Scialfa, backing vocals Soozie Tyrell, backing vocals Lucky Town 1992 BLINDED BY THE LIGHT Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-menot whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, and then boy you're on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he'd figured he'd be all right He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that's where the fun is Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 BLOOD BROTHERS We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call Or if any of this matters anymore after all But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart My blood brother - GREATEST HITS, 1995 BOBBY JEAN 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 noise 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 Born In The USA 1984 BOOK OF DREAMS I'm standing in the backyard Listening to the party Inside Tonight I'm drinkin' in the forgiveness This life provides The scars we carry remain but the pain slips away it seems Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams I'm watchin' you through the window With your girlfriends from back home You 're showin' off your dress There's laughter and a toast From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin I feel your sweet reply The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high Just holdin' you to me As through the window the moonlight streams Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams Now the ritual begins 'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers The dance floor is alive with beauty Mystery and danger We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams Lucky Town 1992 BORN IN THE U.S.A. 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.... Come back home to the refinery Hiring man said "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. Born In The USA 1984 Thu, 29 Dec 94 23:40:04 PST LONDON (Reuter) - Bruce Springsteen's 20-year-old anthem ``Born to Run'' just beat out Bob Dylan's ``Like a Rolling Stone'' as the greatest pop song of all time in a poll of British music experts. ``Born to Run'' topped a poll Saturday of the ``Greatest Songs of All Time'' compiled for The Times newspaper and the BBC's pop radio station by music journalists and songwriters. (Editor's Note: I thought the following excerpt would be a great way to introduce Bruce's most well-known song. All of you who have seen him perform this live can never forget the sheer thrill, power and excitement felt as the crowd erupts in sheer joy.) Following is taken from an interview on the 'Soundbite' program on Radio 1 (England) on Thursday 5th January. It was in relation to Born To Run being voted No. 1 pop song of all time by a panel of music critics: Trevor Dann : Can you remember writing the song and what was on your mind at the time ? Bruce : I think I wrote it in about '74 and I was living in a little house in a town called Long Branch New Jersey and it was a block or two in off the beach. And I think I had this title and I was trying to come up with something around that title and the only thing I remember was that it took me a really long time to write it. I think it took me like months to get it. I worked everyday. I had this little notebook and I like, if you opened up the first page you see the like, first few lines and then page after page finally by the end of the notebook the song was kind of intact, which was a lot for just a few verses you know. But it took me a long time to write. It was really hard to write that's all I remember about and then trying to pull it off so it sounded right. We were working on a 16 track board up in a town up in Blauvelt New York and we were overdubbing and overdubbing and doubling everything and mixing everything down and it seemed like it went on forever. On the sleevenote to your 'Hits' collection you describe 'Born To Run' as your shot at the title, a 25-year-old's attempt to craft "the greatest record ever made". How do you feel about it today? "It's a really good song. the way I would record it now would be a lot different, probably not as good, because I would be afraid of going over the top, and there's a moment to go completely over the top and push the edge of things." - from an interview "From the very beginning, I always used an archetypal kind of language in my songs - the river, the valley, the highway, the car," he says. "I picked those images deliberately, because they're images that might mean something to you wherever you come from. I guess Born To Run was when I really explored that idea to its fullest. - (January 11th) The Melbourne Age and Sydney Morning Herald BORN TO RUN In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run Born to Run 1976 (Live, acoustic version appears on Chimes of Freedom album, 1988.) "Everybody had it but most people just never figure it out. You've got to be able to see yourself for what you are, and not until then can you be what you want to be." BRILLIANT DISGUISE 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 and 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 what 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 alter the gypsy swore our future was right But come the wee wee hours 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 Roy Bittan - piano Max Weinberg - percussion Danny Federici - organ Tunnel Of Love 1987 CADILLAC RANCH Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun There to greet a working man when his day is done I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark shiny and black Open up your engines let `em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur James Dean in that Mercury `49 Junior Johnson runnin' through the woods of Caroline Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac... Hey little girlie in the blue jeans so tight Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night You're my last love you're my last chance Don't let `em take me to the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac... The River 1980 CANDY'S ROOM 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 fire rushes towards the sky 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 these hidden worlds mine She has fancy clothes and diamond rings She has men who'll give her anything she wants but they don't see That what she wants is me, oh and I want her so I'll never let her go no no no She knows that I'd give all that I got to live All that I want all that I live to make Candy mine Tonight Darkness on the Edge of Town 1978 CAUTIOUS MAN 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 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 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 Tunnel Of Love 1987 COVER ME 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 >From "Born in the U.S.A" 1984 CROSS MY HEART First time I crossed my heart I was beggin' baby, please At your bedside, down on my knees When I crossed my heart 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 Human Touch 1992 CRUSH ON YOU My feets were flyin' down the street just the other night When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light What was inside, man, was just c'est magnifique I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street (Chorus) Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight Sometimes I spot a little stranger standing 'cross the room My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room For one kiss, darling I swear everything I would give Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live (Chorus) Well now she might be the talk of high society She's probably got a lousy personality She might be a heiress to Rockefeller She might be a waitress or a bank teller She makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no style She make Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild I need a quick shot, Doc, knock me off my feet Cause I'll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout! (Chorus) The River 1980 DANCING IN THE DARK 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 myself out in the mirror I wanna change my clothes my hair my face Man I ain't getting nowhere just sitting in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire... 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 baby this laughs on me Stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up alright They say you got to 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 give me just one look You can't start a fire.. Born In The USA 1984 DARLINGTON COUNTY 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... >From "Born in the U.S.A." 1984 DEAD MAN WALKING There's a pale horse coming And I'm going to ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In St James' Parish I was born and christened I've got my story Mister Ain't no need for you to listen It's just a dead man talking Once I had a job I had a a girl Between our dreams and actions lies this world In the deep forest their blood and tears rushed over me All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun And my fear up inside of me Like a dead man talkin' 'Neath the summer sky my eyes went black Sister I won't ask for forgiveness My sins are all I have Now the clouds above my prisonMove slowly across the sky There's a new day coming and my dreams are full to-night The title track from the motion picture dead man walking. DOWNBOUND TRAIN 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 >From "Born in the U.S.A." 1984 Subject: Indy strippers Date: Sun, 24 Nov 1996 The 1978 show at the Indianapolis Convention Center was the day his record "Darkness on the Edge of Town" was released. During his encore, two strippers from the Red Garter Lounge, a club nearby, came out on stage and began dancing and undressing. Bruce was surprised and then he laughed and said that they were "friends" of the Big Man. A wonderful show I got to enjoy from the fifth row with only about 2-3 thousand folks in attendance. DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN 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 >From "Darkness on the Edge of Town" 1978 DOES THIS BUS STOP AT 82nd STREET? Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names, Don't trust men who walk with canes, drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train Christmas crier bustin' cane, He's in love again. Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo Tainted women in Vistavision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show. Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs Rex said that lady left him limp. Love's like that (sure it is). Queen of diamonds, ace of spades newly discovered lovers of the everglades They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope The Daily News asks her for the dope She says "Man, the dope's that there's still hope" Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose Uptown in Harlem she throw a rose to some lucky, young matador. Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 A fan's comment: "I awoke one morning to the sound of Drive All Night which surprised me as they almost never play it. It seems to be rarely played live in concert. One good thing about following an artist is that we can re-awaken to songs over and over. Like a diamond we find a new facet each time we look - but you have to look close, listen closely, at different angles. The sense of dedication, loyalty, love, devotion is powerful. Anyone who ever has someone, or something, that they truly believe in has this song to spell it out. For those restless souls who still search for something to believe in this gives you something to help on your voyage. If the music and words makes you feel strongly deep inside then you'll know how you'll feel when you've finally found what you're truly dedicated to. This is for all you lovers...and searchers..........." - Louis 1/12/95 Fan's comment 2: Mon: "I wanted to respond to Louis' post about "Driving". I love it too and think it's one of Bruce's most passionate songs. I was glad to hear that someone else felt the same. Not too many people that I play it for feel *anything* when they hear it, which I could never understand." DRIVE ALL NIGHT When I lost you honey sometimes I think I lost my guts too And I wish God would send me a word send me something I'm afraid to lose Lying in the heat of the night like prisoners all our lives I get shivers down my spine and all I wanna do is hold you tight (Chorus) I swear I'll drive all night just to buy you some shoes And to taste your tender charms And I just wanna sleep tonight again in your arms Tonight there's fallen angels and they're waiting for us down in the street Tonight there's calling strangers, hear them crying in defeat. Let them go, let them go, let them go, do their dances of the dead (let'em go right ahead) You just dry your eyes girl, and c'mon c'mon c'mon let's go to bed, baby, baby, baby (Chorus) There's machines and there's fire waiting on the edge of town They're out there for hire but baby they can't hurt us now Cause you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got my love, you've got my love Through the wind, through the rain, the snow, the wind, the rain You've got, you've got my, my love heart and soul The River 1980 FACTORY 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. Darkness On The Edge of Town 1978 DRY LIGHTNING I threw my robe on in the morning Watched the ring on the stove turn red Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee Pulled on my boots and made the bed Screen door hangin' off its hinges Kept bangin' me awake all night As I look out the window The only thing in site Is dry lightning on the horizon line Just dry lightning and and you on my mind I chased the heat of her blood Like it was the holy grail Descend beautiful spirit Into the evening pale Her appaloosa's Kickin' in the corral smelling rain There's a low thunder rolling'Cross the mesquite plain But there's just dry lightning on the horizon line It's just dry lightning and and you on my mind I'd drive down to Alvarado Street Where she'd dance to make ends meet I'd spend the night over my gin As she'd talk to her men Well the piss yellow sun Comes bringin' up the day She said 'Ain't nobody can give nobody What they really need anyway.' Well you get so sick of the fightin' You lose your fear of the end But I can't lose your memory And the sweet smell of your skin And it's just dry lightning on the horizonline Just dry lightning and and you on my mind Danny Federici: Keyboard Gary Mallaber: Drums Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar Gary Tallent: Bass Soosie Tyrell: Violin Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 "Music saved me. From the beginning, my guitar was something I could go to. If I hadn't found music, I don't know what I would have done." FADE AWAY Well now you say you've found another man who does things to you that I can't And that no matter what I do it's all over now between me and you girl But I can't believe what you say No I can't believe what you say 'cause baby (Chorus) I don't wanna fade away Oh I don't wanna fade away Tell me what can I do what can I say Cause darlin' I don't wanna fade away Well now you say that you've made up your mind it's been such a long, long time since it's been good with us And that somewhere back along the line you lost your love and I lost your trust Now rooms that once were so bright are filled with the coming night, darlin' (Chorus) You say it's not easy for you And that you've been so lonely While other girls go out doing what they want to do You say that you miss the nights when we'd go out dancing The days when you and I walked as two Well girl I miss them too Oh I swear that I do Oh girl Now baby I don't wanna be just another useless memory holding you tight Or just some other ghost out on the street to whom you stop and politely speak when you pass on by vanishing into the night left to vanish into the night No baby (Chorus) The River 1980 According to the Bruce trivia book, "Prove It All Night", the song "Fire" was recorded by Bruce in 1977 for none other than Elvis. Was originally to be on Darkness album. FIRE I'm driving in my car, I turn on the radio I'm pulling you close, you just say no You say you don't like it, but girl I know you're a liar `Cause when we kiss, Fire Late at night I'm takin' you home I say I wanna stay, you say you wanna be alone You say you don't love me, girl you can't hide your desire `Cause when we kiss, Fire You had a hold on me, right from the start A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart My nerves all jumpin' actin' like a fool Well your kisses they burn but your heart stays cool Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah Baby you can bet their love they didn't deny Your words say split but your words they lie `Cause when we kiss, Fire On 'Live Album 1975-1985' 1978 (also recorded by Robert Gordon (album - Fresh Fish Special) and Pointer Sisters in 1978. FOR YOU Princess cards she sends me with her regards Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted To her Cheshire smile. I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wanted But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks You said "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks" But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak Reveal yourself all now to me girl while you've got the strength to speak `Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask And don't call for your surgeon even he says it's too late It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face and your union jack Well take your local joker and teach him how to act I swear I was never that way even when I really cracked Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive You could laugh and cry in a single sound And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god? You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek They ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leach But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way Like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore So you, left to find a better reason than the one we were living for And it's not that nursery mouth I came back for It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor `Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick my sores? And you should know that's true I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 GALVESTON BAY For 15 years Le Bin SonFought side by side with the Americans In the mountains and deltas of VietnamIn '75 Saigon fell and he left his command And brought his family to the promised land Seabrook, Texas and the small towns in the Gulf of Mexico It was delta country and reminded him of home He worked as a machinist, put his money away And bought a shrimp boat with his cousin And together they harvested Galveston Bay In the mornin' 'fore the sun come up He'd kiss his sleepin' daughter Steer out thru thechannel And cast his nets into the water Billy Sutter fought with Charlie Company In the highlands of Quang Tri He was wounded in the battle of Chu Lai Shipped home in '68 There he married and worked the gulf fishing grounds In a boat that'd been his father's In the morning he'd kiss his sleeping son And cast his nets into the water Billy sat in front of his TV as the South fell And the communists rolled into Saigon He and his friends watched as the refugees came Settled on the same streets and worked the coast they'd grew up on Soon in the bars around the harbor was talk Of America for the Americans Someone said 'You want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out.' And brought in the Texas Klan One humid Texas night there were 3 shadows on the harbor Come to burn the Vietnamese into the sea In the fire's light shots rang out 2 Texans lay dead on the ground Le stood with a pistol in his hand A jury acquitted him in self-defense As before the judge he did stand But as Le walked down the courthouse steps Billy said 'My friend you're a dead man.' One late summer night Le stood watch along the waterside Billy stood in the shadows His K-bar knife in his hand And the moon slipped behind the clouds Le lit a cigarette, the bay was still as glass As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket Took a breath and let him pass In the early darkness Billy rose up Went into the kitchen for a drink of water Kissed his sleeping wife Headed into the channel And cast his nets into the water Of Galveston Bay Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 GLORIA'S EYES 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 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 like 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 Of is it something 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 your prince charming King on a white horse now look how far I've fallen Human Touch 1992 GLORY DAYS 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 Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in he was walking out We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but all we kept talking about Glory Days, yeah they'll pass you by Glory Days, in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory Days, glory days There's this girl that lives up the block, back in school she could turn all the boys heads Sometimes on Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put 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 talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about Glory Days... Think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm gonna drink till I get my fill I hope when I get older I don't sit around thinking about it, but I probably will Yeah just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of Well the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of Glory Days... All right boys keep it rocking now We gonna go home now Let's go! Born In The USA 1984 GLORY DAYS (w/ extra verse) I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in, he was walking out We went back inside sat down had a few drinks but all he kept talking about was Chorus: 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 put her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about Chorus My old man worked 20 years on the line and they let him go Now everywhere he goes out looking for work they just tell him that he's too old I was 9 nine years old and he was working 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 yeah goin back Glory days aw he ain't never had Glory days, glory days Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm going to drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days Chorus (repeat twice) assorted all rights, oh yeahs, come on nows, hoots, etc til fade GROWIN' UP I stood stonelike 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 Well my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said`Sit down'I stood up Ooh-ooh growin' up Ooh-ooh growin' up Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 HELD UP WITHOUT A GUN I was out driving, just taking it slow Looked at my tank it was reading low Pulled in an Exxon station out on Highway One Look out! Help up without a gun Help up without a gun Help up without a gun (Some man) drew eight hundred dollars (doing off a squeeze) Ain't got nowhere to go and nothing to eat (Driving up so blow us) better sign here son Watch out! Help up without a gun Help up without a gun Now it's a sin and it oughta be a crime You know it happens buddy all the time If I don't break the limit tryin' to have a little fun Help up without a gun Help up without a gun Help up without a gun Help up without a gun - B-side to Hungry Heart released in 1980 Originally recorded for The River album and included on early masters. HIGH HOPES Monday morning runs to Sunday night Screaming slow me down before the new year dies It won't take much to kill a lovin' smile And every mother with a baby cryin in her arms singin Give me Help, give me Strength Give a soul a Night of fearless sleep Give me love, give me peace Don't you know these days you pay for everything Got high hopes Comin from the cities, comin from the wild I see a breathless army breakin like a cloud It's gonna smother love it's gonna shoot your hopes Before the meek inherit they'll learn to hate themselves singin Give me Help, give me Strength Give a soul a Night of fearless sleep Give me love, give me peace Don't you know these days you pay for everything Got high hopes So tell me someone what's the price I wanna buy some time and maybe live my life I wanna have a wife I wanna have some kids I want to look in their eyes and know they're gonna stand a chance singin Give me Help, give me Strength Give a soul a Night of fearless sleep Give me love, give me peace Don't you know these days you pay for everything Got high hopes - Blood Brothers VHS VHS lyric sheet(BB, High Hopes, Murder Inc.,Secret Garden and Without You). HIGHWAY 29 I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size 7 I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am"She crossed her legs and then We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind In that little roadhouse On highway 29 It was a small town bank it was a mess Well I had a gun you know the rest Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood And she was cryin', her and me we headed south On highway 29 In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line The winter sun shot thru the black trees I told myself it was all something in her But as we drove I knew it was something in me Something that had been comin' for a long time And something that was here with me now On highway 29 The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream The wind was coming silent thru the windshield All I could see was snow, sky and pines I closed my eyes and was runnin' I was runnin' then I was flyin' Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 HIGHWAY PATROLMAN My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I got a brother named Frankie and Frankie ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down I get a call over the radio Frankie's in trouble downtown Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good Well Frankie went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed Frankie came home in `68, and me, I took this job Yeah we're laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine Well the night was like any other, I got a call `bout quarter to nine There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cry'n' at a table and it was Frank, they said Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights Well I musta done one hundred and ten through Michigan county that night It was out at the crossroads, down `round Willow bank Seen a Buick with Ohio plates. Behind the wheel was Frank Well I chased him through them county roads Till a sign said "Canadian border five miles from here" I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his tail-lights disappear Me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" >From "Nebraska" 1982 HUMAN TOUCH 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 blesses my darling I got a deal for you right here I ain't looking for praise or pity I ain't coming 'round searching 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 drawing wine from this blood It's just you and me tonight Tell me, in a world without pity Do you think 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 that you prize Well it comes at a hard hard price You can't shut off the risk and the pain Without losing the love that remains We're all riders on this train So you've been broken and you've been hurt Show me somebody who ain't Yeah, I know I ain't nobody's bargain But, hell, a little touch up and a little paint... You might need something to hold on to When all the answers, they don't amount to much Somebody that you could just to 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 Share a little of that Human Touch Feel a little of that Human Touch Give me a little of that Human Touch Human Touch 1992 >From Bruce's interview with Dave Marsh from the February 1981 "Musician." "A lot of it is real instinctive. "Hungry Heart" I wrote in a half hour, or ten minutes, real fast." HUNGRY HEART Got a wife and kids in Baltimore Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going Everybody's got a hungry heart Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Everybody's got a hungry heart I met her in a Kingstown bar We fell in love I knew it had to end We took what we had and we ripped it apart Now here I am down in Kingstone again Everybody's got a hungry heart... Everybody needs a place to rest Everybody wants to have a home Don't make no difference what nobody says Ain't nobody like to be alone Everybody's got a hungry heart... The River 1980 I'M A ROCKER I got a 007 watch and it's a one and only It's got a I-Spy beeper that tells me when you're lonely I got a Batmobile so I can reach ya' in a fast shake When your world's in crisis of an impendin' heartbreak Now don't you call James Bond or Secret Agent Man Cause they can't do it, like I can I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker - every day I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker If you're hanging from a cliff or you're tied to the tracks, girl Columbo split and you can't find Kojak True love is broken and your tears are fallin' faster You're sufferin' from a pain in your heart or some other natural disaster Now I don't care what kind of shape you're in If they put up a roadblock, I'll parachute in I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker - I'm in love I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker - every day I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker - with you So you fell for some jerk who was tall, dark and handsome Then he kidnapped your heart and now he's holdin' it for ransom Well, like a mission impossible I'm gonna go and get it back You know I would'a taken better care of it, baby, than that Sometimes I get so hot girl, well, I can't talk But when I'm with you I cool off , and I walk I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker, and I talk I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker, every day I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker, every day The River 1980 I'M GOIN' DOWN 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 well 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 in some fire fight I'm sick and tired of you 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 Born In The USA 1984 Following is a story from a fan: I was reminiscing with a friend the other day, and thought I'd share a Bruce memory with you all... It was sometime in the early eighties, and Bruce was on tour supporting The River. When the concert was about to start, we made our way back to our seats. I noticed a young couple, a few seats down from where we were sitting, who were dressed, well, oddly. He was wearing an old fashioned tuxedo and a top hat; she had on a victorian style wedding dress. The lights went out, and I forgot about them as the E-Street Band hit the stage. When the band came back after the second intermission, Bruce talked for a couple of minutes. He especially wanted to talk about one letter he received. The letter that struck Bruce was from a couple who got married that day, and came straight to the concert from the wedding. Well of course he was talking about the folks in those outfits sitting near us. Bruce asked if someone could point out the couple. Now understand, this arena is huge. But all of us around the newlyweds started shouting and pointing, and the spotlight operator shone his light on the couple. Bruce said that the newlyweds had asked him to sing "Little Girl I Want To Marry You" from the River album. Unfortunately, this was not a song they had planned to do, and Bruce admitted that he couldn't remember the words to his own song! So during intermission, a roadie had gone out and bought the album at a local record store, and gave the inner sleeve with the words on it to Springsteen. So there stood Bruce, singing the words off the sleeve, just as I had done in my living room so many times, while the couple sat there beaming at each other, and the whole crowd beaming at them. Mark Sat, 15 Oct 94 I WANNA MARRY YOU I see you walking, baby, down the street Pushing that baby carriage at your feet I see the lonely ribbon in your hair Tell me I am the man for whom you put it there You never smile girl, you never speak You just walk on by, darlin' week after week Raising two kids alone in this mixed up world Must be a lonely life for a working girl (Chorus) Little girl, I wanna marry you Oh yeah, little girl, I wanna marry you Yes I do Little girl, I wanna marry you Now honey, I don't wanna clip your wings But a time comes when two people should think of these things Having a home and a family Facing up to their responsibilities They say in the end true love prevails But in the end true love can't be no fairytale To say I'll make your dreams come true would be wrong But maybe, darlin', I could help them along (Chorus) My daddy said right before he died That true, true love was just a lie He went to his grave a broken heart An unfulfilled life, makes a man hard Oh, darlin' There's something happy and there's something sad 'Bout wanting somebody, oh so bad, I wear my love darlin', without shame I'd be proud if you would wear my name The River 1980 From: joe Subject: beautiful bruce songs Mon, 08 Nov 93 In answer to the question about beautiful songs by Bruce, I agree, "I Wish I Were Blind" has to rank up near the top of the list... Subject: I Wish I Were Blind Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1993 I have to agree with Kari about the aching beauty that is I Wish I Were Blind. Lyrically and emotionally, the song strikes the mark. As for other songs of that ilk, I'd have to go with Incident as having as emotional a base for me, albeit different emotions. Two songs that were written from the heart, versus for the heart. - Steve I WISH I WERE BLIND 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 walking 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 Bobby Hatfield - harmony vocals Human Touch 1992 IF I SHOULD FALL BEHIND We said we'd walk together baby come what may That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walkin 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 Lucky Town 1992 I'M ON FIRE 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 Born In The USA 1984 INCIDENT ON 57th STREET Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night with bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite, He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street, But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap." And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater." Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar." And from out of the shadows cam e a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry." Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight. Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame, We may find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe. Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew she'd never be true but then she really didn't mind, Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home, She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone." And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein." Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good, They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye. Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street, He called down, "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore, Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on, And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone. Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on, She says, "Those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight, Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window: Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight Jane, I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight now baby Or we may walk until the daylight, baby." Goodnight, it's alright Jane, I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane, We can find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until it's daylight, maybe. >From "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle" 1973 INDEPENDENCE DAY Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow `Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us There's a darkness in this town that's got us too But they can't touch me now and you can't touch me now They ain't gonna do to me what I watched them do to you So say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day all down the line Just say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day this time Now I don't know what it always was with us We chose the words and yeah we drew the lines There was just no way this house could hold the two of us I guess that we were just too much of the same kind Well say goodbye it's Independence Day All boys must run away come Independence Day So say goodbye it's Independence Day All men must make their way come Independence Day Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint And the highway she's deserted down to Breaker's Point There's a lot of people leaving town now Leaving their friends their homes At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say can change anything now Because there's just different people coming down here now And they see things in different ways And soon everything we've known will just be swept away So say goodbye it's Independence Day Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say But won't you just say goodbye it's Independence Day I swear I never meant to take those things away The River 1980 written in 1977 for Darkness album. IT'S HARD TO BE A SAINT IN THE CITY I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity" And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 JACKSON CAGE Driving home she grabs something to eat Turns a corner and drives down her street Into a row of houses she just melts away Like the scenery in another man's play Into a house where the blinds are closed To keep from seeing things she don't wanna know She pulls the blinds and looks out on the street The cool of the night takes the edge off the heat In the Jackson Cage Down in Jackson Cage You can try with all your might But you're reminded every night That you been judged and handed life Down in Jackson Cage Every day ends in wasted motion Just crossed swords on the killing floor To settle back is to settle without knowing The hard edge that you're settling for Because there's always just one more day And it's always gonna be that way Little girl you've been down here so long I can tell by the way that you move you belong to The Jackson Cage Down in Jackson Cage And it don't matter just what you say Are you tough enough to play the game they play Or will you just do your time and fade away Down into the Jackson Cage Baby there's nights when I dream of a better world But I wake up so downhearted girl I see you feeling so tired and confused I wonder what it's worth to me or you Just waiting to see some sun Never knowing if that day will ever come Left alone standing out on the street Till you become the hand that turns the key down in Jackson Cage Down in Jackson Cage Well darlin' can you understand The way that they will turn a man Into a stranger to waste away Down in the Jackson Cage The River 1980 Here's a story from a fan: How many of you out there know about Joey Tomatoes down in Pt. Pleasant N.J.? I'm from northern Jersey and my friends and I go down in the winter on weekend nights for the Pizza. Somehow, maybe cause its down the shore, it has become linked to Springsteen. My friend has an 85 Vette and we used to go down almost every weekend listening to Springsteen both ways (it takes about 50 min. to an hour one way) we'd spend about a half hour down there and then make the trip up the Parkway. Anyway It just didn't seem to get any more American than that.....Driving a vette down the shore listening to Bruce - It almost seems like a song. I just think that that's what its all about, the shore with good friends, going absolutely nowhere, racin' down some highway. Damn I miss it here at school. Well just wanted to relish in the whole mystique of it all. Dave Wed, 12 Jan 94 JERSEY GIRL (Tom Waits) I got no time for the corner boys Down in the street making all that noise Or the girls out on the avenue `Cause tonight I wanna be with you Tonight I'm gonna take that ride Across the river to the Jersey side Take my baby to the carnival And I'll take her on all the rides `Cause down the shore everything's all right You and your baby on a Saturday night You know all my dreams come true When I'm walking down the street with you Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la I'm in love with a Jersey girl You know she thrills me with all her charms When I'm wrapped up in my baby's arms My little girl gives me everything I know that some day she'll wear my ring So don't bother me man I ain't got no time I'm on my way to see that girl of mine `Cause nothing matters in this whole wide world When you're in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la... I see you on the street and you look so tired I know that job you got leaves you so uninspired When I come by to take you out to eat You're lyin' all dressed up on the bed baby fast asleep Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on We're gonna take that little brat of yours and drop her off at your mom's I know a place where the dancing's free Now baby won't you come with me `Cause down the shore everything's all right You and your baby on a Saturday night Nothing matters in this whole wide world When you're in love with a Jersey girl On 'Live Album 1975-1985' 1980 JOHNNY 99 Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top When an off-duty cop snuck up on him from behind Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99 Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown He came into the courtroom and stared young Johnny down Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99 A fist fight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away His mama stood up and shouted "Judge don't take my boy this way" Well son you got a statement you'd like to make Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away Now judge I had debts no honest man could pay The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they were gonna take my house away Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man But it was more `n all this that put that gun in my hand Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead So if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head Then sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time And let `em shave off my hair and put me on that killin' line From "Nebraska" 1982 JUNGLELAND 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 >From "Born to Run" 1978 JUNGELAND (early version) Well the Rangers had a home-coming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat piloted his sleek machine across the Jersey State Line Barefoot girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old Dodge In the soft summer rain Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at romance And move down Flamingo Lane Well now the maximum lawmen they run down the Flamingo chasing the Rat And the barefoot girl But the kids they live like shadows in empty doorways (But they live like shadows in the vacant doorways) Always silent, holding hands The Rat pulls her close (The Rat pulls Mary close) And from the churches to the jails there is silence in the world (all is silent in the world) For tonight they'd take their chance Down here in Jungleland Well ther's a crazy kind of light tonight Brighter than the one that sparkles for prophets Brighter than the Giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light There's an opera out on the Turnpike, there's a ballet being fought outside the alley Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night The streets alive with tough-kid Jets in Nova-light machines Boys flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans Then the hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands They face off against each other when they meet Down here in Jungleland The streets's on fire in a classic death waltz Between the masters of flesh and fantasy The poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment to make an honest stand But they wind up wounded, not rightly dead, down here in Jungleland - yes they do Oh beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the city In the tunnels of machines they'll hear the screams Drowned out by the roarin' trains Them rats above, oh locked in love The Rat saves her from the edge of an on-coming train That Angel rides a... Down here in Jungleland - oh yes they do They hear the animals sing - oh oh oh Alternative verses: =================== In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the latest rage As the Spanish Angels dance soft and low in a blacked arcade But the lights are so bright as he crosses the room The band moves into the song He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and they're gone - gone In the tunnel of machines the Rat chases his dreams On that forever (lasting) burning light So the barefoot girl crawls into bed, shakes her head And with a kiss and a sigh she shuts out all the light Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and... Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in Port Authority halls In the tunnel of machines they'll hear the screams Drowned out by the roarin' train And layers above, oh locked in love The Rat reappears on Flamingo Lane Then an angel rises from the sands And disappears - down in Jungleland KITTY'S BACK Catlong sighs holdin' Kitty's black tooth, She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth, And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley, Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin, It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in. Jack Knife cries cause Baby's in a bundle, She goes runnin' nightly, lightly through the jungle, And them tin cans are explodin' out of the ninety degree heat, Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleeker Street, It's sad but it sure is true Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs. Catlong lies back bent on a trash can, Flashin' lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man, Well you better move fast when you're young or you're not long around, Cat somehow lost his Kitty in the city pound, So get right, get tight, get down. Who's that down at the end of the alley, she's been gone so long, Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes, Kitty's back in town, here she comes now, Kitty's back in town, Cat knows Kitty's been untrue and that she left him for a city dude, Well she's so soft, she's so blue, When he looks into her eyes he just sits back and sighs, OOh what can I do, ooh what can I do? OOh what can I do, ohh what can I do? Alright. OOh alright, ooh alright, ooh alright, ooh alright. >From "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle" 1973 LEAP OF FAITH All over the world the rain was pourin' I was scratchin' where it itched Oh heartbreak and despair got nothing but boring So I grabbed you baby like a wild pitch It takes a leap of faith to get things going It takes a leap of faith you gotta show some guts It takes a leap of faith to get things going In your heart you must trust Now your legs were heaven your breasts were the altar Your body was the holy land You shouted "jump" but my heart faltered You laughed and said "Baby don't you understand?" It takes a leap of faith to get things going It takes a leap of faith you gotta show some guts It takes a leap of faith to get things going In your heart you must trust Now you were the Red Sea I was Moses I kissed you and slipped into a bed of roses The waters parted and love rushed inside I was Jesus' son sanctified Tonight the moon's looking young but I'm feelin' younger 'Neath a veil of dreams sweet blessings rain Honey I can feel the first breeze of summer And in your love I'm born again It takes a leap of faith to get things going It takes a leap of faith you gotta show some guts It takes a leap of faith to get things going In your heart you must trust Roy Bittan, keyboards Lisa Lowell, backing vocals Patti Scialfa, backing vocals Soozie Tyrell, backing vocals Lucky Town 1992 "The guy in 'Living Proof' is the same guy as the one in 'Born To Run,' except he's covered a lot of miles in between." - Bruce. "Beats" cover story, August 1992, Volume 16, Issue 174 LIVING PROOF Well now on a summer night in a dusky room Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon In his mother's arms it was all the beauty I could take Like the missing words to some prayer that I could never make In a world so hard and dirty so fouled and confused Searching for a little bit of God's mercy I found living proof I put my heart and soul I put 'em high upon a shelf Right next to the faith the faith that I'd lost in myself I went down into the desert city Just tryin' so hard to shed my skin I crawled deep into some kind of darkness Lookin' to burn out every trace of who I'd been You do some sad sad things baby When it's your you 're tryin' to lose You do some sad and hurtful things I've seen living proof You shot through my anger and rage To show me my prison was just an open cage There were no keys no guards Just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars Well now all that's sure on the boulevard Is that life is just a house of cards As fragile as each and every breath Of this boy sleepin' in our bed Tonight let's lie beneath the eaves Just a close band of happy thieves And when that train comes we'll get on board And steal what we can from the treasures of the Lord It's been along long drought baby Tonight the rain's pourin' down on our roof Looking for a little bit of God's mercy I found living proof Roy Bittan, keyboards Lucky Town 1992 LOCAL HERO I was driving through my hometown I was just kinda killin' time When I seen a face staring out of a black velvet painting From the window of the five and dime I couldn't quite recall the name But the pose looked familiar to me So I asked the salesgirl "Who was that man Between the doberman and Bruce Lee?" She said "Just a local hero" "Local hero" she said with a smile "Yeah a local hero he used to live here for a while" I met a stranger dressed in black At the train station He said "Son your soul can be saved" There's a beautiful women nights of low livin' And some dangerous money to be made There's a big town 'cross the whiskey line And if we turn the right card up They make us boss the devil pays off And them folks that are real hard up They get their local hero Somebody with the right style They get their local hero Somebody with just the right smile Well I learned my job I learned it well Fit myself with religion and a story to tell First they made me the king then they made me pope Then they brought the rope I woke to a gypsy girl sayin' "Drink this" Well my hands had lost all sensation These days I'm feeling all right 'Cept I can't tell my courage from my desperation From the tainted chalice Well I drunk some heady wine Tonight I'm layin' here But there's something in my ear Sayin' there's a little town just beneath the floodline Needs a local hero Somebody with the right style Lookin' for a local hero Someone with the right smile Local hero local hero she said with a smile Local hero he used to live here for a while Lisa Lowell, backing vocals Patti Scialfa, backing vocals Soozie Tyrell, backing vocals Lucky Town 1992 LOST IN THE FLOOD The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway He walks through town all alone He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection Nuns run 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 the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell That is, nothin' left that you could sell Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood" I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm Or was he just lost in the flood? Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts 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 hard ware Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off his feet And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish Still breathing when I walked away And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud" I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood? Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood? Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 LUCKY TOWN House got too crowded clothes got too tight And I don't know just where I'm going tonight Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard rain There's somebody callin' my secret name I'm going down to Lucky Town Going down to Lucky Town I wanna lose these blues I've found Down in Lucky Town Down in Lucky Town Had a coat of fine leather and snakeskin boots But that coat always had a tread hangin' loose Well I pulled it one night and to my surprise It led me right past your house and on over the rise I'm going down to Lucky Town Down to Lucky Town I'm gonna lose these blues I've found Down in Lucky Town Down in Lucky Town I had some victory that was just failure in deceit Now the joke's comin' up through the soles of my feet I been a long time walking on fortune's cane Tonight I'm steppin' lightly and feelin' no pain Well here's to your good looks baby now here's to my health Here's to the loaded places that we take ourselves When it comes to luck you make your own Tonight I got dirt on my hands but I'm building me a new home Down in Lucky Town Down in Lucky Town I'm gonna lose these blues I've found Down in Lucky Town B. Springsteen, bass Lucky Town 1992 MAN'S JOB 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 of 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 REPEAT RIFF FROM INTRO TWICE 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 something 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 Bobby King - vocals Sam Moore - vocals Human Touch 1992 MANSION ON THE HILL There's a place out on the edge of town, sir, Risin' above the factories and the fields Now, ever since I was a child, I can remember That mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel Steel gates that completely surround, sir, The mansion on the hill At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride Through the streets of a town so silent and still Park on a back road along the highway side Look up at that mansion on the hill In the summer all the lights would shine There'd be music playin', people laughin' all the time Me and my sister, we'd hide out in the tall cornfields Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushin' by, home from the mill There's a beautiful full moon rising Above the mansion on the hill >From "Nebraska" 1982 MARY QUEEN OF ARKANSAS Mary queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin' The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising Well I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing You're not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order But I was not born to live to die and you were not born for queenin' It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin' Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin' You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin' But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose I don't understand how you can hold ma so tight and love me so damn loose But I know a place where we can go, Mary Where I can get a good job and start all over again clean I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY (Baxter, Moore) Bring it Down, band! Now , I just came here tonight to say I just wanna say ... I just wanna say ... Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice I feel just like I'm living in paradise Now listen Now you see, I feel real good tonight And I got music on the radio And I feel good tonight And I got music on the radio And I feel just like I wanna kiss you Underneath my mistle-toe But now listen Santa came down chimney, half past three With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice And I feel like I'm living, just living in paradise Come on boys Well now Santa came down chimney, half past three With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice And I feel like I'm living, just living in paradise And I just came down to say ... merry Christmas baby I just wanna say ... merry Christmas baby I just wanna say ... merry Christmas baby I just wanna say ... merry Christmas baby And happy new year too Oh yeah Play it boys go ! Merry Christmas, happy new year - on 45rpm MEETING ACROSS THE RIVER Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing So if you want to come along You gotta promise you won't say anything `Cause this guy don't dance And the word's been passed this is our last chance We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie `Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line And if we blow this one They ain't gonna be looking for just me this time And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend And remember, just don't smile Change your shirt, `cause tonight we got style Well Cherry says she's gonna walk `Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it But Eddie, man, she don't understand That two grand's practically sitting here in my pocket And tonight's gonna be everything that I said And when I walk through that door I'm just gonna throw that money on the bed She'll see this time I wasn't just talking Then I'm gonna go out walking Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride? >From "Born to Run" 1976 MISSING Woke up this morning, there was a chill in the air Went to the kitchen, my cigarettes were lying there Jacket hung on the chair, the way I left it last night Everything was in place, everything seemed alright But you were missing, missing Missing.. Last night I dreamed the sky went black You were drifting down, couldn't get back Lost in trouble, so far from home I reached for you, my arms were like stone Oh, but you were missing, missing... missing Searched for something to explain In the whispering rain and the trembling *(?)* Tell me baby, where did you go You were here just a moment ago At nights I still hear your footsteps fall I can hear your voice moving down the hall Drifting through the bedroom I lie awake but I don't move MY BEST WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH 'Every cloud has a silver lining, every dog has his day. 'She said 'Now don't say nothin' If you don't have something nice to say The tough now they get going when the going gets tough.' But for you my best was never good enough 'Now don't try for a home run baby If you can get the job done with a hit Remember a quitter never wins And a winner never quits The sun don't shine on a sleepin' dog's ass.' And all the rest of that stuff But for you my best was never good enough 'If God gives you nothin' but lemons then you make some lemonade The early bird catches the fuckin' worm,=20 Rome wasn't built in a day Now life's like a box of chocolatesYou never know what you're going to get Stupid is as stupid does' and the rest of that shit Come on pretty baby call my bluff 'Cause for you my best was never good enough Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 3/6/95 LA Times Interview Q: What about "Murder Incorporated?" That song dates back to the early '80s, right? A: I wrote it in '82, when I wrote the "Nebraska" stuff. The idea is that murder has been incorporated into society very systemically, a system that basically has set itself up so that violence is one of its byproducts. The whole idea of a constant class of disenfranchised people seems to accepted as the price of doing business. That's what the song is about, and it is probably more relevant now than when I wrote it. MURDER INCORPORATED Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow (oh yeah) Out on the streets your chances are zero (oh yeah) Take a look around you (come on down) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go (oh yeah) Walkin down the streets, there's eyes in every shadow (oh yeah) You better take a look around you (come on down) That equipment you got's so outdated You can't compete with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now there's Murder Incorporated So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer From dealing with the heat you're feelin' down on the killin' floor No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger So complicated you keep complaining some bones hurtin' I hear that you, you got dogged downtown, man it leaves your head cold (oh yea) And everywhere you look life ain't got no soul (oh yeah) That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide When your walkin' down the streets you won't need nowhere there to hide Now the cops reported you as just another homicide I could tell that you was just frustrated from livin' with Murder Incorporated Incorporated Everywhere you look now Murder Incorporated Down on your knees Murder Everywhere that you turn it's murder Murder Everywhere you look there's murder. Aaaah, mmmmm, yeah, I said aaah, mmmmm, yeah I said aaah, wooo, yeah Greatest Hits also 11/17/90 Christic Institute Benefit concert. >From "Musician" No. 169, November 1992: Springsteen is closing most of his shows with "My Beautiful Reward," a song of vague dislocation, in which the narrator surveys everything he has and wonders why he still has not found complete satisfaction. In the final verse, in an unusual flight of poetry, the singer turns into a black bird and soars over gray fields and rivers, still searching. "I think I saw the image somewhere in a book," Springsteen says. "When I started I planned to write a nice song about my kids. It just took a funny turn. It was one of these songs like 'Highway Patrolman' in that there was a certain inconclusiveness to it that always made me feel like it wasn't finished. I kept trying to make it nice and neat, to tie up the ending and make it more concrete. After I recorded it I thought, 'I didn't quite get it on this one.' But then it started to come out and I realized it was right the way it was. It's one of those songs you don't consciously write -- it comes up out of your unconscious or subconscious. That's why it's better than the stuff you slave over. I haven't tried to really interpret it. MY BEAUTIFUL REWARD Well I sought gold and diamond rings My own drug to ease the pain that living brings Walked from the mountain to the valley floor Searching for my beautiful reward Searching for my beautiful reward >From a house on a hill a sacred light shines I walk through these rooms but none of them are mine Down empty hallways I went from door to door Searching for my beautiful reward Searching for my beautiful reward Well your hair shone in the sun I was so high I was the lucky one Then I came crashing down like a drunk on a barroom floor Searching for my beautiful reward Searching for my beautiful reward Tonight I can feel the cold wind at my back I'm flyin' high over gray fields my feathers long and black Down along the river's silent edge I soar Searching for my beautiful reward Searching for my beautiful reward Ian McLagen, Hammond organ Lucky Town 1992 MY FATHER'S HOUSE Last night I dreamed that I was a child Out where the pines grow wild and tall I was trying to make it home through the forest Before the darkness falls I heard the wind rustling through the trees And ghostly voices rose from the fields I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees, and there in the night My father's house stood shining hard and bright The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts I got dressed, and to that house I did ride From out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light I walked up the steps and stood on the porch A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door I told her my story, and who I'd come for She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore" My father's house shines hard and bright It stands like a beacon calling me in the night Calling and calling, so cold and alone Shining `cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned >From "Nebraska" 1982 "I used to think that once I got out of town, I was never going to come back, but as I got older, I'd come home off the road and... drive back down into town and still see some of my old friends and see what their lives were like and what they were doing. I realized that I would always carry a part of that town with me no matter where I went or what I did." MY HOMETOWN I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around This is your hometown, this is your hometown This is your hometown, this is your hometown In `65 tension was running high at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing 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 hometown My hometown, my hometown, my hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown Born in the U.S.A. 1984 from liner notes to "Lost Masters" bootleg CD: "My Hometown," was initially dubbed "Your Hometown." Bruce debuted this on tour in 1984 at Ames, Iowa. Recorded over a year and a half earlier. NEBRASKA I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor neck back You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled They wanted to know why I did what I did Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world From "Nebraska" 1982 NEW YORK CITY SERENADE Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks, sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac, Diamond Jackie, she's so intact, she falls so softly beneath him, Jackie's heels are stacked, Billy's got cleats on his boots, Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot, It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade, So walk tall, or baby don't walk at all. Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady she baits them tenement walls, She won't take cornerboys, ain't got no money, and they're so easy, I said, "Hey baby won't you take my hand, walk me down Broadway, I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you. So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away your city life, And hook up to the train, hook up to the night train, hook it up hook up to the, hook up to the train, But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train, No she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down, And when she turns this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on. Hey vibes man, hey jazz man play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy, Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy, Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man, Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man, He's singin', singin', singin', singin'. All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley. Watch out for you junk man, watch out for your junk man, Watch out for your junk man. >From "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle" 1973 NIGHT You get up every morning at the sound of the bell You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell Till you're out on a midnight run Losing your heart to a beautiful one And it feels right as you lock up the house Turn out the lights and step out into the night And the world is busting at its seams And you're just a prisoner of your dreams Holding on for your life `cause you work all day To blow `em away in the night The rat traps filled with soul crusaders The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars As you jockey your way through the cars And sit at the light, as it changes to green With your faith in your machine off you scream into the night And you're in love with all the wonder it brings And every muscle in your body sings as the highway ignites You work nine to five and somehow you survive till the night Hell all day they're busting you up on the outside But tonight you're gonna break on through to the inside And it'll be right, it'll be right, and it'll be tonight And you know she will be waiting there And you'll find her somehow you swear Somewhere tonight you run sad and free Until all you can see is the night >From "Born to Run" 1976 NO SURRENDER 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 heart 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, believe me, no surrender Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend No retreat, believe me, 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 home across the open yards Believin' 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, believe me, no surrender Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend No retreat, believe me, no surrender Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim The walls of my room are closing in But it's good to see your smiling face and to hear your voice again We could sleep in the twilight by the river side With a wide open country in our hearts And these romanics dreams in our heads We made a promise... Born In The USA 1984 ONE STEP UP Woke up this morning my house was cold Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hoped 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 sitting 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 sending 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 Patti Scialfa - vocals Tunnel Of Love - 1987 OPEN ALL NIGHT Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and point Well, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone Gotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the night shift It's an all-night run to get back to where my baby lives In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy Radio relays towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Good night, good luck. One, two power shift I met Wanda when she was employed Behind the counter at Route Sixty Bob's Big Boy Fried Chicken On the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco road map I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas Gotta call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' `round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with gospel stations Lost souls callin' long distance salvation Hey, mister deejay, won'tcha hear my last prayer? Hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere >From "Nebraska" 1982 >From Bruce's interview with Dave Marsh from the February 1981 "Musician": "All the characters, they're part of the past, they're part of the future and they're part of the present. And I guess there was a certain frightening aspect to seeing one that wasn't part of the future. He was part of the past. To me, that was the conflict of that particular song. I loved it, we used to play it all the time. And there was that confusion too. Well, if I love playing the damn thing so much, why the hell don't I want to put it on the record?" OUT IN THE STREET 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 The River 1980 PART MAN PART MONKEY They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States for teachin' that man descended from the apes They coulda settles that case without a fuss or fight If they'd seen me chasin' you sugar Thru the jungle last night They'd a 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 what'd ya 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 a while my fingers slip I'm hard and cracking 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 But 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 Roy Bittan: keyboards Michael Fisher: Percussion Omar Hakim: Drums Randy Jackson: bass David Sancious: Hammond Organ Bruce Springsteen: Guitar/Vocals Here's a story from a fan: I, too, have met Bruce, but nothing like the meetings here. I used to go to the Stone Poney every Sunday night and listen to a band called Cats on a Smooth Surface. Almost every sunday for an entire summer Bruce would come it around 12:30 or 1:00 and just sit at the bar. Then close to 3:00 (bar closing time back then!!) he would jump up and play!!! It was great!! I would pay for staying up so late on Monday's when I would go to work. One time I will never forget is when friend and I were there and I decieeded to send him a beer. (Like the poney would charge him) Low and behold back comes a beer and a Thank you from him!! They had to pry the bottle out of my hand. not that he had touched it or anything but... !!! It was the most memorable summer I have ever had. Nancy Subject: Bruce in Philly 12/7 Wed, 9 Dec 92 PONY BOY Pony boy pony boy Won't you be my pony boy Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoo 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 Down into the valley deep 'Neath the eaves we will sleep Sky of dreams up above My pony boy Patti Scialfa - vocals Human Touch 1992 POINT BLANK Do you still say your prayers little darlin' do you go to bed at night Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright But tommorow's fall in number in number one by one You wake up and you're dying you don't even know what from Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that's a fact Right between the eyes baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that they tell Little girl you fell You grew up where young girls they grow up fast You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked but what they asked baby wasn't right you didn't have to live that life, I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet These days you don't wait on Romeo's you wait on that welfare check and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have and on all the promises That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank and it's one false move and baby the lights go out Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be We were standin' at the bar it was hard to hear The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go Well I saw you last night down on the avenue Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain You didn't answer when I called out your name You just turned, and then you looked away like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away Point blank, right between the eyes Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell Point blank, shot right through the heart Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away Point blank, they caught you in their sights Point blank, did you forget how to love, girl, did you forget how to fight. Point blank they must have shot you in the head Cause point blank, bang bang baby you're dead. The River 1980 PROVE IT ALL NIGHT 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. (Chorus) Prove it all night, Girl there's nothing else that we can do, Sp 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. (Chorus) 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. (Chorus) To prove it all night... Darkness On the Edge of Town 1978 RAMROD 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 The River 1980 Originally recorded for Darkness album. RACING IN THE STREET I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money got no strings attached We shut `em up and then we shut `em down Tonight tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow `em off in my first heat Summer's here and the time is right We're goin' racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip shuts down we run `em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate Some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little piece by piece Some guys come home from work and wash up Then go racin' in the street Tonight tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow `em all out of their seats Calling out around the world We're going racin' in the street I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come home the house is dark She sighs "Baby did you make it all right" She sits on the porch of her daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea And wash these sins off our hands Tonight tonight the highway's bright Out of our way mister you best keep `Cause summer's here and the time is right We're goin' racin' in the street Darkness on the Edge of Town 1978 REAL MAN 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... 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 Oh feelin' like a real man Well you can beat... Ian Mclagen - piano David Sancious - organ Human Touch 1992 REAL WORLD Mr. 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, isn'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 sinking 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 (killer guitar solo here) Well tonight I just wanna shout I feel my soul waist deep and sinking 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 Human Touch 1992 REASON TO BELIEVE Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch He's lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick Got his car door flung open he's standin' out on Highway 31 Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and run Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe Now Mary Lou loved Johnny with a love mean and true She said "Baby I'll work for you every day and bring my money home to you" One day he up and left her and ever since that She waits down at the end of that dirt road for young Johnny to come back Struck me kinda funny seemed kind of funny sir to me How at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe Take a baby to the river Kyle William they called him Wash the baby in the water take away little Kyle's sin In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away Take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it mean Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe Congregation gathers down by the riverside Preacher stands with his Bible groom stands waitin' for his bride Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree Groom stands alone and watches the river rush on so effortlessly Lord and he's wonderin' where can his baby be Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe >From "Nebraska" 1982 ROLL OF THE DICE 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 Looking' 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 Move on up Come on seven Roll me baby In this fool's heaven Human Touch 1992 10/29/76 Palladium "...every time I go over to see my Mother she makes me look at my yearbook, you know, she says: 'Come on sit down look at the yearbook with me' I say 'Ah Ma, I look at that thing every time I come over here.' OK so I sit down I look it and on the first page, like the dog ate the cover off it, but on the first page, on the inside there's this stuff, from this girl, you know. I forgot she wrote me, you know and it was stuff like...'Good luck'....'in the future and 'I know that we'll always be in love and at least, you know, my half will' and "When you touch me it feels like nobody else' 'We'll be together forever... and she ran off with this guy that ran this gas station down on the highway. These are life's little lessons, you know it's like...forever, it's (giggle) that's such a long time sometimes (laughing). But in my heart I still love her so...so wherever she is tonight...Rosy, come out tonight." A story from a fan: A bit of personal Bruce trivia: my husband asked me to marry him on 4/2/88 during the Bruce show at Nassau Coliseum here on Long Island. He picked ROSALITA, knowing it is my all-time favorite song. I was dancing so hard it was hard for him to control me as he dropped to his knees and proposed. Everyone around our seats began to applaud wildly. I didn't get it. The song was in full-blast. What were they clapping about? Then, I looked down and realized there was a diamond ring on my finger. All the world made very perfect sense that night. I even jumped a little lighter. Monday, 16 May 94 Pamela ROSALITA (COME OUT TONIGHT) Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and Rosie you're the one Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know we ain't gonna come I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers winners use the door Rosalita jump a little... Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room I'm comin' to lend a hand I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you're sad your mama's mad And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance Because a record company Rosie just gave me big bucks My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin' So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin' Rosalita jump a little... >From "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle" 1973 A story from a fan: In Oct of 1984 I was preparing to go to my first Bruce concert. I had been a casual fan since 1976. it was announced that the show was being canceled due to Bruce being sick. It was quickly announced that the show was re-scheduled for Oct. 19th. I went bought Bruce a get well card, went home and wrote him a letter. In my letter I mentioned that one of my favorite songs was his version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and if possible could he play it on Oct 19th. Then I put all this in a large envelope and included my Born To Run CD and asked if he would sign it and return it to me via US Mail I included $3.00 for return postage. I took the envelope to the Tacoma Dome ticket window and asked if they would make sure Bruce received it. They said they couldn't do that, and I told them it was a get well card and they said, OK, they would see what they could do. Well the next night I saw my first Bruce concert. And to my surprise he played Santa Claus is Coming to Town (in Oct.) I was sure this was a coincidence and that my letter had nothing to do with it. Time passed and I was sure I had lost my CD of Born to Run. I put it out of my mind. Then one day in late November I came home from work, checked my mail and there was a package with no return address, postmarked from Houston TX. I didn't know anyone there, and was puzzled as to what it might be. I opened the package and there it was an autographed CD from Bruce. On the cover of the disc he wrote "To Harry, ROCK IT! Bruce Springsteen" I was blown away! I had completely forgotten the disc, and considered it lost by then. I was on cloud 9 for a month. Bruce is an amazing guy, he truly cares about his fans. As a footnote, I did a similar thing with Max Weinberg last year and he also returned his autograph (along with several other members of the E Street Band). Harry Mon, 22 Nov 93 SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN (Coots, Gillespie) You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry You'd better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list, he's checkin' it twice He's gonna find out whose daughter you're nice Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping He knows if you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good (so you'd) better be good for goodness sake Better be good for goodness sake You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry You'd better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping He knows if you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good (so you'd) better be good for goodness sake Better be good for goodness sake You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry You'd better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town (released on a 45rpm) 3/6/95 LA Times Interview: Q: Let's talk about the new songs on the greatest-hits album. "Secret Garden" is a song about some of the hidden recesses of human condition. How did it come about? A: I wrote it very quickly, one of my men-and-women songs. It's about the unknowability of people in general. The record I was working on [last year] touched on that... how difficult it is to know even ourselves. We live with a very limited scope of our own identities unless we are pushed or pressed into moments when we surprise ourselves either pleasantly or shockingly in some fashion. SECRET GARDEN She'll let you in her house If you come knockin' late at night She'll let you in her mouth If the words you say are right If you pay the price She'll let you deep inside But there's a secret garden she hides She'll let you in her car To go drivin' round She'll let you into the parts of herself That'll bring you down She'll let you in her heart If you got a hammer and a vise But into her secret garden, don't think twice You've gone a million miles How far'd you get To that place where you can't remember And you can't forget She'll lead you down a path There'll be tenderness in the air She'll let you come just far enough So you know she's really there She'll look at you and smile And her eyes will say She's got a secret garden Where everything you want Where everything you need Will always stay A million miles away - GREATEST HITS, 1995 SEEDS Well a great black river a man had found So he put all his money in a hole in the ground And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down Man now I live on the streets of Houston town Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along And we headed down south with just spit and a song But they said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone" Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night Says "Move along man move along" Well big limousine long shiny and black You don't look ahead you don't look back How many times can you get up after you've been hit? Well I swear if I could spare the spit I'd lay one on your shiny chrome And send you on your way back home So if you're gonna leave your town where the north wind blow To go on down where that sweet soda river flow Well you better think twice on it Jack You're better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind Movin' on movin' on it's gone gone it's all gone 1986 from 'Live Album 1975-1985' SHE'S THE ONE With her killer graces and her secret places That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills me With her soft french cream Standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because french cream won't soften them boots And french kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Oh-o she's the one, she's the one That Thunder in your heart At night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes That tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run Oh-o she's the one, she's the one Oh-o and just one kiss She'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness that secret pact you made Back when her love could save you from the bitterness Oh she's the one, oh she's the one Oh she's the one, oh she's the one Oh she's the one, oh she's the one >From "Born to Run" 1976 SHERRY DARLING Your mamma's yappin' in the back seat Tell her to push over and move them big feet Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency Well this morning I ain't fighting tell her I give up Tell her she wins if she'll just shut up But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin' with me (Chorus) You can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the blacktop She keeps talkin' she'll be walkin' that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well I got some beer and the highway's free And I got you, and baby you've got me. Hey, hey, hey whataya say Sherry Darlin' Now there's girls melting on the beach And they're so fine but so far out of reach Cause I'm stuck in traffic down here on 53rd street Now Sherry my love for you is real But I didn't count on this package deal And baby this car just aint big enough for her and me (Chorus) So you can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the blacktop She keeps talkin' she'll be walkin' that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well I got some beer and the highway's free And I got you, and baby you've got me. Hey, hey, hey whataya say Sherry Darlin' Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the brokenhearted love again Sherry we can run with our arms open before the tide To all the girls down at Sacred Heart And all you operators back in the Park Say hey, hey, hey whataya say Sherry Darlin' Hey, hey, hey, whataya say Sherry Darlin' The River 1980 Much of Joad is set in the Southwestern desert. Sinaloa Cowboys, a song about two ambitious Mexican brothers who toil as migrant workers and then descend into the drug trade, grew out of a chat Springsteen had with a man he met on one of his frequent motorcycle trips to Arizona. "I was with my buddies in this Four Corners town last year," he recalls. "We'd stay in motels, play cards, drink a little. People there didn't really recognize me. This guy told me his brother died in a motorcycle accident. Something about the tone of his voice struck me. I thought, 'Two brothers. Yeah.' The song just came out. SINALOA COWBOYS Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico He came north with his brother Luis to California three years ago They crossed at the river Levee when Luis was just 16 And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin They left their friends and family Their father said "My sons one thing you will learn For everything the north gives it exacts a price in return. "They worked side by side in the orchards From morning till the day was thru Doing the work the hueros wouldn't Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch There was a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine Miguel and Luis stood cooking methamphetamine You could spend a year in the orchards Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift Working for the men from Sinaloa But if you slipped the Hydriodic acid Could burn right thru your skin They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert If you breathed those fumes in It was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside When the shack exploded lighting up the valley night Miguel carried Luis' body over his shoulder down a swale To the creekside and there in the tall grass Luis Rosales died Miguel lifted Luis' body into his truck and then he drove To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove There in the dirt he dug up 10000 dollars all that they'd saved Kissed his brother's lips and placed him in his grave Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard from The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 SOMETHING IN THE NIGHT I'm riding down Kingsley, figuring I'll get a drink Turn the radio up loud, so I don't have to think, I take her to the floor, looking for a moment when the world seems right, And I tear into the guts, of something in the night. You're born with nothing, and better off that way, Soon as you've got something the send someone to try and take it away, You can ride this road 'till dawn, without another human being in sight, Just kids wasted on something in the night. Nothing is forgotten or forgiven, when it's your last time around, I got stuff running around 'round my head That I just can't live down When we found the things we loved, They were crushed and dying in the dirt. We tried to pick up the pieces, And get away without getting hurt, But they caught us at the state line, And burned our cars in one last fight, And left us running burned and blind, Chasing something in the night. Darkness On The Edge of Town - 1978 originally written and recorded for Darkness album. SOUL DRIVER I rode through forty nights of the Gospels rain 'neath black sky pouring snakes, frogs, and a love in vain You were down where the river runs wide Baby, let me be your soul driver Well if something in the air feels a little unkind Don't worry darling, oh it'll slip your mind I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider Baby let me be your soul driver Well now no one knows which way love's wheel turns We may get rich or crash and burn This fortune weight or just the black hand of fate This love rushes over us and its ghostly voice If the angels are unkind or if the seasons are dark Or if in the air love just falls apart Well then here's to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver Yea here's to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver Michael Fisher - percussion Sam Moore - harmony vocals Tim Pierce - second guitar David Sancious - hammond organ Human Touch 1992 SOULS OF THE DEPARTED On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died At night in dreams he sees their souls rise Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted This is a prayer for the souls of the departed Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos His mamma cried "My beautiful boy is dead" In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads This is a prayer for the souls of the departed Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted Young lives over before they got started This is a prayer for the souls of the departed Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed All I can think of is what if it would've been him instead I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down Right here on my own piece of dirty ground Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor And all the hatred and dirty little lies Been written off the books and into decent men's eyes Lucky Town 1992 SPARE PARTS Booby said he'd pull out Bobby stayed in Janey had a baby wasn't any sin They were set to marry on a summer day Bobby got scared and he ran away Jane moved in with here 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 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 about his son bein' born and swore he wasn't ever goin' back Spare parts and broken hearts Keep the world turnin' around 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 Spare parts and broken hearts Keep the world turnin' around Garry Tallent - bass Max Weinberg - percussion Danny Federici - organ Jimmie Wood - harmonica Tunnel Of Love 1987 SPIRIT IN THE NIGHT Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands `Long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake It's about a mile down on the dark side of Route 88 I got a bottle of rose so let's try it We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go They're built like light And they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night) Oh you don't know what they can do to you Spirits in the night, in the night Stand up now and let it shoot through you Well now Wild Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap He said "Trust some of this it'll show you where you're at or at least it'll help you really feel it" By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers in the cake I think I really dug her `cause I was too loose to fake I said "I'm hurt" she said "Honey let me heal it" And we danced all night to a soul fairy band And she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can She felt just right just like as sweet as a spirit in the night In the night baby don't know what she do to you Spirits in the night, in the night Stand up now and let her shoot right through you Now the night grew bright and the stars threw light in Billy and Davy Dancin' in the moonlight We were down near the water in a stone mud fight Killer Joe'd passed out on the lawn Well Hazy Davy got really hurt he crawled into the lake in just his socks and a shirt Me and Crazy Janey were makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs Janey said "Hey little brother don't you think it's time now we go" So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row felt just right Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night Baby don't know what it do to you Spirits in the night, all night Stand up now and let it shoot right through you Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 STATE TROOPER New Jersey Turnpike, ridin' on a wet night `neath the refin'ry's glow Out where the great black rivers flow License, registration: I ain't got none But I got a clear conscience `bout the things that I done Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Please don't stop me, please don't stop me Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife The only thing that I got's been both'rin' me my whole life Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Please don't stop me, please don't stop me In the wee, wee hours your mind get hazy Radio relay towers lead me to my baby The radio's jammed up with talk show stations It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, till you lose your patience Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Hey, somebody out there, listen to my last prayer Hiho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere >From "Nebraska" 1982 STOLEN CAR I met a little girl and I settled down In a little house out on the edge of town We got married, and swore we'd never part Then little by little we drifted from each other's heart At first I thought it was just restlessness That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep In the end it was something more I guess That tore us apart and made us weep And I'm driving a stolen car Down on Eldridge Avenue Each night I wait to get caught But I never do She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote When our love was young and bold She said last night she read those letters And they made her feel one hundred years old And I'm driving a stolen car On a pitch black night And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright But I ride by night and I travel in fear That in this darkness I will disappear The River 1980 STRAIGHT TIME Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife Walked the clean and narrowJust tryin' to stay out and stay alive Got a job at the rendering plant, it ain't gonna make me rich In the darkness before dinner comes Sometimes I can feel the itch I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time My uncle's at the evenin' table, makes his living runnin' hot cars Slips me a hundred dollar bill says "Charlie you best remember who your friends are. "Got a cold mind to go trippin' 'cross that thin line I ain't makin' straight time Eight years in it feels like you're gonna die But you get used to anything Sooner or later it just becomes your life Kitchen floor in the evening tossin' my little babies high Mary's smiling but she's watching me out of the corner of her eye Seems you can't get any more than half free I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me Got a cold mind to go trippin' 'cross that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time In the basement huntin' gun and a hacksaw Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands Lay my head down on the pillow And go driftin' off into foreign lands Danny Federici: Keyboard Jim Hanson: Bass Gary Mallaber: Drums, Percussion Marty Rifkin: Pedal steel guitar Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar Soosie Tyrell: Violin The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 STREETS OF FIRE When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore, And your eyes are tired and there's someone at your door And you realize you wanna let go And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with Streets of fire I'm wandering, a loser down these tracks I'm dying, but girl I can't go back 'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name And when you realize how they tricked you this time And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire In these streets of fire I live now, only with strangers I talk to only strangers I walk with angels that have no place Streets of fire Darkness On the Edge Of Town 1978 David Sancious lived w/his mom on 10th Ave. & E Street, in Belmar, NJ...it was Bruces first full-time rehearsal hall.. 10th Avenue Freeze-Out..is also a homage to this 'famous' location... "When there are walls between people and there is a lack of acceptance, you can reach for that particular kind of communion: "Receive me, brother" is the lyric in the last verse. That's all anybody's asking for-basically some sort of acceptance and to not be left alone. There was a certain spiritual stillness that I wanted to try to capture." - From an interview STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA I was bruised and battered I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself Saw my reflection in a window Didn't know my own face So brother don't leave me On the streets of Philadelphia I walk the avenue 'til my legs feel like stone I heard voices of friend vanished and gone At night I hear the blood in my veins Just as black and wispy as the rain On the streets of Philadelphia Ain't no angel gonna greet me It's just you and I my friend And my clothes don't fit me no more Thousand miles just to slip this skin (?) Night has fallen, I'm flying away I can feel myself fading away So receive me brother with your fateless kiss or will we leave each other alone like this? On the streets of Philadelphia from the TriStar movie 'Philadelphia'. TENTH AVENUE FREEZE-OUT 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 I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out I'm stranded in the jungle Taking all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living From a tenement window a transistor blasts Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown And the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city All the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out... >From "Born to Run" 1976 THE ANGEL The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soaked The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel's tires strokes his precious pavement The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes in Volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors Followin' dead-end signs into the sores The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angel's bones Greeting from Asbury Park - N.J. 1975 THE BIG MUDDY Billy had a mistress down on 'A' and 12th She was that little somethin' that he did for himself His own little secret didn't hurt nobody Come the afternoon he'd take her wadin' Waist deep in the big muddy Waist deep in the big muddy You start out standing but end up crawlin' Got in some trouble and needed a hand from a friend of mine This old friend he had a figure in mind It was nothing illegal just a little bit funny He said "C'mon don't tell me that the rich don't know Sooner or later it all comes down to money" And you're waist deep in the big muddy Waist deep in the big muddy You start on higher ground but end up crawlin' Well I had a friend said "You watch what you do Poison snake bites you and you're poison too"* How beautiful the river flows and the birds they sing But you and I we're messier things There ain't no one leavin' this world buddy Without their shirttail dirty Or their hands bloody Waist deep in the big muddy Waist deep in the big muddy You start on higher ground but end up somehow crawlin' Waist deep in the big muddy Roy Bittan, keyboard bass Lucky Town 1992 THE BIG PAYBACK I bought a scooter and I rented a shack Out in the sun, by the railroad track I got a job and I'm a-breakin' my back Workin' and workin' for the big payback I keep a puttin' and a puttin' out I keep a sweatin' like a hog and all I work so long that I'm a losin' track I work so long that I'm a losin' track Waitin', waitin' on the big payback Well, it's a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, god damn, ring out Sam I took on that train rumblin' down this track They got your neck in the noose, you're draggin' long in back Chasin' and chasin' the big payback Oh what my foreman does well I don't know He just throws me a shovel and yells "Go, Bobby, Go" Oh well-a all day long he's just a busy wise crack While I'm sweatin' and sweatin' the big payback Well, it's a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, god damn, ring out Sam I took on that train rumblin' down the track They got your neck in the noose, your hands are tied up in back And you're a-workin' and workin' for the big payback I quit that job, and Mister I ain't goin' back Got me a knife and she's a long and bad I'll tell you how I make the peace with that man Down in the alley of the big payback I go a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, god damn, c'mon man You're a goin' to that train rumblin' down this track I got your neck in the noose and I don't give a damn, Jack I'm on that long lost highway of the big payback I'm on that long lost highway of the big payback I'm on that long lost highway of the big payback B-side "OPEN ALL NIGHT" single, Spain CBS A-2969 THE E STREET SHUFFLE Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot, All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night, The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everything's alright, Little kids down there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle, Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle. Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream, Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen, The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle, And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble, Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains, She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane. Little Angel says, "Oh, everybody form a line. Oh, everybody form a line." Sparks fly on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot, All them little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's. it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle, But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle, As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans as they move on out down to the scene All the kids are dancin'. The Wild, The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle 1973 THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks Goin' someplace there's no goin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the Southwest No home no job no peace no rest The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me mom I'll be there Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand Or a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me." Well the highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad Danny Federici: Keyboard Gary Mallaber: Drums Marty Rifkin: Pedal steel guitar Gary Tallent:Bass The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 THE LINE I got my discharge from Fort Irwin Took a place on the San Diego county line Felt funny bein' a civilian again It'd be some time My wife had died a year ago I was still tryin' to find my way back whole Went to work for the INS on the line With the California border patrol Bobby Ramirez was a ten year veteran We became friends His family was from Guanajuato So the job it was different for him He said "They risk death in the deserts and mountains Pay all they got to the smugglers rings We send 'em home and they come right back again Carl hunger is a powerful thing." Well I was good at doin' what I was to l'd Kept my uniform pressed and clean At night I chased their shadows Thru the arroyos and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with little children by their sides Come night we'd wait out in the canyons And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line Well the first time that I saw her She was in the holdin' pen Our eyes met and she looked away Then she looked back again Her hair was black as coal Her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost She had a young child cryin' in her arms I asked "Senora is there anything I can do?" There's a bar in Tijuana Where me and Bobby drink alongside The same people we'd sent back the day before She said her name was Louisa She was from Sonora and had just come north We danced and I held her in my arms And I knew what I would do She said she had some family in Madera county If she her child and younger brother could just get thru At night they come across the levee In the searchlight's dusty glow We'd rush 'em in our Broncos Force 'em back down into the river below She climbed into my truck She leaned toward me and we kissed As we drove her brother's shirt slipped open And I saw the tape across his chest We were just about on the highway When Bobby's jeep come up in the dust on my right I pulled over and let my engine run And stepped out into his lights I felt myself movin' My gun restin' 'neath my hand We stood there starin' at each other As off thru the arroyo she ran Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin' 6 months later I left the line I drifted to the central valley And took what work I could find At night I searched the local bars And the migrant towns Lookin' for my Louisa With the black hair fallin' down Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Keyboard The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 THE NEW TIMER He rode the rails since the Great Depression Fifty years out on the skids He said 'You don't cross nobody You'll be all right out here kid.' Left my family in Pennsylvania Searchin' for work I hit the road I met Frank in East Texas In a freight yard blown thru with snow From New Mexico to Colorado California to the sea Frank he showed me the ropes sir=20 Just till I could get back on my feet I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees They bunked us in a barn just like animals Me and a hundred others just like me We split up come the springtime I never seen Frank again 'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on a grainer Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and wind They found him shot dead outside of Stockton His body lyin' on a muddy hill Nothin' taken nothin' stolen Somebody killin' just to kill Late that summer was rollin' thru the plains of Texas A vision passed before my eyes A small house sittin' trackside With the glow of the savior's beautiful light A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen Kid sat at a table with his old man Now I wonder does my son miss me Does he wonder where I am Tonight I pick my campsite carefully Outside the Sacramento yard Gather some wood and light a fire In the early winter dark Wind whistling cold I pull my coat around me Heat some coffee and stare out into the black night I lie awake I lie awake sir With my machete by my side My Jesus your gracious love and mercy Tonight I'm sorry could not fill my heart Like one good rifle And the name of who I ought to kill Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 THE PRICE YOU PAY You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks Out on to an open road you ride until the day You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies And in one last breath they built the roads they'd ride to their death Driving on through the night, unable to break away From the restless pull of the price you pay (Chorus) Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay Now you can't walk away from the price you pay Now they'd come so far and they'd waited so long Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong Where the dark of night holds back the light of day And you've gotta stand and fight for the price you pay (Chorus) Little girl down on the strand With that pretty little baby in your hands Do you remember the story of the promised land How he crossed the desert sands And could not enter the chosen land On the banks of the river he stayed To face the price you pay So let the games start, you better run you little wild heart You can run through all the nights and all the days But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay, and girl before the end of the day, I'm gonna tear it down and throw it away The River 1980 THE LONG GOODBYE 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 thousand 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 Human Touch 1992 THE PROMISED LAND 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... 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... Darkness on the Edge of Town 1978 THE RIVER I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green We'd go down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we'd ride Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle No flowers no wedding dress That night we went down to the river And into the river we'd dive On down to the river we did ride I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy Now all them things that seemed so important Well mister they vanished right into the air Now I just act like I don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care But I remember us riding in my brother's car Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir At night on them banks I'd lie awake And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse Is a dream a lie if it don't come true Or is it something worse that sends me Down to the river though I know the river is dry Down to the river, my baby and I Oh down to the river we ride >From "The River" 1980 Live version is on No Nukes movie and album. THE TIES THAT BIND You been hurt and you're all cried out you say You walk down the street pushin' people outta your way You packed your bags and all alone you wanna ride, You don't want nothin', don't need no one by your side You're walkin' tough baby, but you're walkin' blind (Chorus) The ties that bind Now you can't break the ties that bind Cheap romance, it's all just a crutch You don't want nothin' that anybody can touch You're so afraid of being somebody's fool Not walkin' tough baby, not walkin' cool You walk cool, but darlin', can you walk the line And face the ties that bind The ties that bind Now you can't break the ties that bind I would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darlin', Than know the emptiness your heart must hide, Yes I would darlin', yes I would darlin', Yes I would baby You sit and wonder just who's gonna stop the rain Who'll ease the sadness, who's gonna quiet the pain It's a long dark highway and a thin white line Connecting baby, your heart to mine We're runnin' now but darlin' we will stand in time To face the ties that bind The ties that bind Now you can't break the ties that bind You can't forsake the ties that bind The River 1980 3/6/95 LA Times Interview Q: You wrote in the booklet that comes with the new album that "This Hard Land" kind of summarizes your body of work. Is that why you close the ablum with it? A: Sure. It is a pretty tough little song in some ways, yet it has a carrying-on spirit to it. You've always got to feel there is tommorow. I want to hold that idea and pass that hope to my children and my fans and their children...that hope. THIS HARD LAND Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown Can you give me a reason sir as to why they've never grown They've just blown around from town to town Till they're back out on these fields Where they fall from my hand Back into the dirt of this hard land Now me and my sister from Germantown We did ride We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside We been blowin' around from town to town Lookin for a place to stand Where the sun burst through the cloud To fall like a circle Like a circle of fire down on this hard land Now even the rain it don't come 'round It don't come 'round here no more And the only sound at night's the wind Slammin' the back porch door It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down Twistin' and churnin' up the sand Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down Face down in the dirt of this hard land From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range" I can see them Bar-M choppers Sweepin' low across the plains It's me and you Frank we're lookin' for lost cattle Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure Way down south of the Rio Grande We're ridin' cross that river In the moonlight Up onto the banks of this hard land Hey Frank won't ya pack your bags And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall Just one kiss from you my brother And we'll ride until we fall Well sleep in the fields We'll sleep by the rivers and in the morning We'll make a plan We'll if you can't make it Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive If you can And meet me in a dream of this hard land - GREATEST HITS, 1995 The following song is perhaps the favorite of many of Bruce's fans. First some stories from Bruce: >From a 1978 concert in New Jersey in between "Racing In The Street" and "Thunder Road" Bruce tells this little story (over background keyboard from "Racing In The Street"). "It was this Robert Mitchum movie. It was about these moonshine runners down south. I never saw the movie, I only saw the poster in the lobby of the theatre, and I took the title and I wrote the song. But I didn't think there was ever a place that was like what I wrote in the song, I didn't know if there was or not. And, we were out in the desert over the summertime, driving to Nevada. And we came upon this house on the side of the road... It had a big picture of Geronimo out front, said 'landlord' over the top, and had a big sign that said 'This is the land of peace, love, justice, and no mercy', and it pointed down this little dirt road that said 'Thunder Road.' This is for Mattie." Comments Bruce made on the closing night in Lexington, right before he played Thunder Road: "I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone for coming out to the show tonight: thank you. "I'd like to do this song tonight for all my old fans out there. And, uh, I've been doin' this a very long time now, it's never somethin you can kinda take for granted. I was off for a long time, and you know it's, I guess what I'd just like to say is, I appreciate your longtime support, and I appreciate your sticking with me. "You know, I spent such a long time, you know you write music, you write with the hopes that there's an audience out there for it, and you write it with the hopes -- I think when I started, the idea was I, I was gonna write what it felt like to be somebody like me just growin' up in America in the past couple of decades. And, you write it sorta with the idea and the hope that it finds its way into people's lives and becomes a useful thing, an inspiring thing, and something that'll help get you through the day and make you want to dance for a while or put a smile on your face, uh [the crowd erupts into a thankful frenzy of support here], uh, so I guess I just wanna say thanks for lettin' my music in your life. Here, this is for you." Spanish guitar intro, harmonica, "Well the screen door slams, Mary's dress waves..." -- Bruce Springsteen, 12.17.92, Lexington's Rupp Arena A fan's comment: Subject: Trapped! 30 Jul 1992 11:37 EDT When he was introducing "Thunder Road" he talked about the first time he performed it after writing it was at the West End Bar in Long Branch. -Mon "*after* the show 200-300 people stayed in the little square outside the theatre under a balcony where, someone said, he could show up. In fact, after a lot of Bruuuucing, he came out. Then we all started singing "O SOLE MIO" and he directed us like an orchestra conductor. When he went back inside we continued singing this and other well known neapolitan songs and... the *MIRACLE* happened. He came outside on the balcony with his guitar and harmonic and started THUNDER ROAD, that we all sung together in an incredible atmosphere that I can't descibe but that you, dear LTers (Luckytowners), can surely understand. It was the most emotional musical high light of my life. I still can't believe it. Grazie Bruce. Marco. Greetings from Catania, Sicily (22 May) in Naples "Nick and I were driving to a movie, and we had to pass through this really cool little town, Cheshire. And there are mountains all around us, and the town is beautiful and little -- in the town square, their orchestra was playing, anyway, I suddenly become aware of the radio, and the line 'you aint a beauty, but hey, you're allright', and Thunder Road. I looked around, and realized that I was (am) exactly where I should be, that everything was RIGHT in the world. That my decisions have all been good ones." - Dana, 7/15/96 THUNDER ROAD The screen door slams Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me You can hide `neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero That's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window And let the wind blow Back your hair Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh-oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back If you're ready to take that long walk From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride it ain't free And I know you're lonely For words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It's a town full of losers And I'm pulling out of here to win. >From "Born to Run" 1976 Ernest Boom Carter: drums Clarence Clemons: saxophone Danny Federici: organ David Sancious: keyboards Bruce Springsteen: guitar, vocal Garry Tallent: bass guitar Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Mike Appel Engineered by Louis Lahav Mastered by Greg Calbi Remastered by Bob Ludwig TOUGHER THAN THE REST 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 arms 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 anytime 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 Max Weinberg - percussion Danny Federici - organ Tunnel Of Love 1987 live version appears on Chimes of Freedom album, 1988. TUNNEL OF LOVE 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 Max Weinberg - percussion Roy Bittan - synthesizers Nils Lofgren - solo guitar Patti Scialfa - vocals Bruce Springsteen - sound effects The Schiffer Family - roller coaster, Pt. Pleasant Beach, NJ Tunnel Of Love 1987 TWO FACES 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 Max Weinberg - percussion Tunnel Of Love 1987 TWO HEARTS I went out walking the other day Seen a little girl crying along the way She'd been hurt so bad said she'd never love again Someday your crying girl will end And you'll find once again Two hearts are better than one Two hearts girl get the job done Two hearts are better than one Once I spent my time playing tough guy scenes But I was living in a world of childish dreams Someday these childish dreams must end To become a man and grow up to dream again Now I believe in the end Two hearts are better than one... Sometimes it might seem like it was planned For you to roam empty hearted through this land Though the world turns you hard and cold There's one thing mister that I know That's if you think your heart is stone And that you're rough enough to whip this world alone Alone buddy there ain't no peace of mind That's why I'll keep searching till I find my special one Two hearts are better than one... The River 1980 Another song with this title is on Hammond demo. USED CARS My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot For a test drive down Michigan Avenue Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands He's telling us all about the break he'd give us If he could, but he just can't Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do Now, mister, the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again Now, the neighbors come from near and far As we pull up in our brandnew used car I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry Tell `em all they can kiss our asses goodbye My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born Up the block I can hear my little sister In the front seat blowin' that horn The sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again >From "Nebraska" 1982 VALENTINE'S DAY 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 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 Tunnel Of Love 1987 WALK LIKE A MAN 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' Max Weinberg - percussion Tunnel of Love 1987 WHEN YOU'RE ALONE 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 our someday honey 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 When you're alone... 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 When you're alone... Patti Scialfa - vocals Nils Lofgren - vocals Clarence Clemmons - vocals Max Weinberg - drums Tunnel Of Love 1987 WILD BILLY'S CIRCUS STORY The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade, Circus town's on the shortwave Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn, Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns, And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn and the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born. And a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up on that tightrope, With a cannon blast, lightin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars bent, He's gonna miss his fall, oh God save the human cannonball. And the flying Zambini's watch Marguarita do her neck twist, And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97. A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds, And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind, A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin, runnin' home to some small Ohio town Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire, and the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire, And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire, Circus town's on the live wire. And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up, and carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer, And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop, And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear, hey son you want to try the big top? All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop. >From "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle" 1973 WITHOUT YOU Monday, I go to work Tuesday, can't find my shirt Wednesday, I'm feelin' blue I'm helpless, darlin' Without you, without you Without you, without you Thursdays, everything's fine Friday, I'm out of my mind Friday, I'm out of my mind Saturday, Sunday too It's hopeless, darlin' Without you, without you Without you, without you Each and every night of the week I toss and turn in my sleep Worryin' if you're all right Wonderin' where you are tonight - Blood Brother's CD WITH EVERY WISH 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 and throw'd in my line Jim took that hook, pole and me right over the side Went drifting 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'd 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 chose your wish you'd better think first With every wish there comes a curse" These days I sit around and laugh at all the 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 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... Human Touch 1992 WORKING ON THE HIGHWAY 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... >From "Born in the U.S.A." 1984 >From Bruce's interview with Dave Marsh from the February 1981 "Musician." That was a funny song. I wrote that song real fast, in one night. We came in and played a few takes of it and that's pretty much what's on the album, I think. That's an automatic song, a song that you don't really think about, or work on. You just look back and it sorta surprises you. WRECK ON THE HIGHWAY Last night I was out driving Coming home at the end of the working day I was riding alone through the drizzling rain On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane When I cam upon a wreck on the highway There was blood and glass all over And there was nobody there but me As the rain tumbled down hard and cold I seen a young man lying by the side of the road He cried Mister, won't you help me please An ambulance finally came and took him to Riverside I watched as they drove him away And I thought of a girlfriend or a young wife And a state trooper knocking in the middle of the night To say your baby died in a wreck on the highway Sometimes I sit up in the darkness And I watch my baby as she sleeps Then I climb in bed and I hold her tight I just lay there awake in the middle of the night Thinking 'bout the wreck on the highway The River - 1980 YOU CAN LOOK (BUT YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH) Yesterday I went shopping buddy down to the mall Looking for something pretty I could hang on my wall I knocked over a lamp before it hit the floor I caught it A salesman turned around said "Boy you break that thing you bought it" You can look but you better not touch boy You can look but you better not touch Mess around and you'll end up in dutch boy You can look but you better not no you better not no you better not touch Well I came home from work and I switched on channel 5 There was a pretty little girly lookin' straight into my eyes Well I watched as she wiggled back and forth across the screen She didn't get me excited she just made me feel mean You can look... Well I called up Dirty Annie on the telephone I took her out to the drive-in just to get her alone I found a lover's rendezvous the music low set to park I heard a tappin' on the window and a voice in the dark You can look... The River 1980 Another version of this song was recorded as a rockabilly trio. YOUNGSTOWN Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-threeJames and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnaceHere along the shor And they made the cannonballs That helped the Union win the war Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy worked the furnaces Kept 'em hotter than Hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to Scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite coke and limestone Fed my children and made my pay Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy come on the Ohio works When he come home from World War Two Now the yard's just scrap and rubble He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do. "These mills they built the tanks and bombs That won this country's wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin'in Youngstown Here in Youngstown From the Monongahela valley To the Mesabi iron range To the coal mines of Appalachia The story's always the same 700 tons of metal a day Now sir you tell me the world's changed Once I made you rich enough Rich enough to forget my name And Youngstown And Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown When I die I don't want no part of heaven I would not do heaven's work well I pray the devil comes and takes me To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell Jim Hanson: Bass Gary Mallaber: Drums, Percussion Marty Rifkin: Pedal steel guitar Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar Soosie Tyrell: Violin The Ghost of Tom Joad 1995 End of released material *************************************************************************** UNRELEASED AND COVERS Here are the lyrics to "30 Days Out". It's another River-style rocker which in its theme of troubled marriage is very reminiscent of "One Step Up." This song would have worked really well as an up-tempo tune on the TOL album, but wouldn't fit in with the theme of either of the new albums. Some killer lyrics though. - a quote from a member of the 'Backstreets' newsletter 30 DAYS OUT We fell in love and I made you the world I spent all my time tryin' to satisfy you, girl Just one thing that I can't figure out [?] Closer I get, farther baby I am out [?] 30 days, 30 days out Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt The roof was leakin' honey where we live And I'm wonderin' what's that something that you won't give I started loving you but I gotta stop You got me mostly waitin' for that other shoe to drop 30 days, 30 days out You keep me six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt Tried to talk about what's goin' on You just smile and tell me "Baby there ain't nothin' wrong" In your smile there's a sign in red It said "Thousand miles of hard road dead ahead" 30 days, 30 days out Yeah I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt 30 days, 30 days out Well I'm six days runnin' but I'm 30 days out 30 days, 30 days out With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt - from the Human Touch Sessions A LOVE SO FINE (PARADISE BY THE SEA) Well there's sparklin' angels on your fire-escape tonight They line them up for you trying to keep you safe But with them fire alley burglars on a midnight vamp You lost your heart on Main Street to a beautiful tramp That's all right, I don't mind `Cause I got (you got) a love so fine A love so fine, me and my baby A love so fine, me and my baby A love so fine The rat's traps are filled with soul crusaders Everybody's popping and hopping and jumping At Little Melvin and The Invaders You're out on the floor and you can't get up Your baby's out there dancing and struttin' that Continental Strut She looks so good, she looks so fine (she blows your mind) Oh we (you) got a love so fine A love so fine A love so fine A love so fine Everybody's reeling when the band hits the ceiling Don't you know you just wanna go The boys start (joint gets) rockin', your knees start knockin' Everybody party, go Let's go The bar's closed down (It's 3 o'clock and the bar's closed) You walk to the shady side of town all alone (Well you walk along with your) Papa's screaming at you, he wants some cash (baby to the dirty side of town) Mama's chewing you (me) off about hanging out with (alley) trash That's all right, oh you don't mind 'Cause you've got a love so fine, oh me and my baby A love so fine A love so fine A love so fine ACROSS THE BORDERLINE (Ry Cooder/John Hiatt/Jim Dickinson) There's a place, so I've been told, Every street is paved with gold And it's just across the borderline And when it's time to take your turn There's a lesson that you must learn You may lose more than you'll ever hope to find. (chorus) And when you reach that broken promised land And all your dreams slip though your hand You have learned it's too late to change your mind Cause you pay the price to come so far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline. Up and down The Rio Grande A thousand foot prints in the sand Reveal a secret no one can define The river rolls on like a breath In between our life and death Tell me who is next to cross that borderline. (chorus) And when you reach that broken promised land And all your dreams slip though your hand You'll know it's too late to change your mind Cause you pay the price to come so far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline. ACTION IN THE STREETS Well don't move Why don't you listen to what I'm saying And hey you You better get up if you plan to be staying Get loose You got to listen to what the band is playing Oh tonight There's action in the street all night We're bopping to the big beat, go Get up off your seat and roll At school The girls you know their dancing, mister 's just my speed And hey cool If action is the thing you need Well don't fool The kid's satisfaction guaranteed Oh tonight There's action in the street all night We're bopping to the big beat, go Get up off your seat and roll Well hey man Yeah don't let the little girl sigh Understand If you just move your body side to side Raise your hand Shout until you're satisfied Oh tonight There's action in the street all night We're bopping to the big beat, go Get up off your seat and roll (This was played during the 1976 tours.) AFTER THE THUNDER An echo fades of sounds once heard By thousands brought together for His ringing voice, a soul that stirred The faithful to a mighty roar. For twenty years upon the stage For twenty years upon the stage The passion deep within his soul Brought forth the anger and the rage His vision locked upon one goal. The promises of rock and roll could Break the chains upon his life, Guitar in hand he vowed he would Be free from pain and inner strife. He shook the rafters in the halls And brought the faithful to their feet, His river coursed through mighty walls Across this land, down every street. With flag unfurled he took the word Across the seas to hungry youth Who raised their hands when e'er they heard His cries for faith, and hope, and truth. Today he stands with inner peace A man content with home and health, Upon his brow a jagged crease A symbol of success and wealth. The thunder of his younger days Has passed, and now his words reveal A calmer soul in many ways Fulfilled with satisfactions real. His arms upraised against the light He stands alone, his eyes look toward The ground below, a bird in flight Still searching for his true reward. His mission done, he finds retreat With children and a loving wife, His body tired from the heat The price he pays for touring life. But deep within the longings stir The music runs within him still, His passions for the times that were Are stronger than his iron will. And all of us who know the man Will come together when he cries The message we all understand The thunder in us never dies. ALL I NEED (cover: Gary U.S. Bonds. Written by Springsteen) Some men need riches and lots of money to spend Some men need power to hold over other men But not me baby, girl you can believe I'm telling you my darling You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need In this world, girl Some men need fine clothes, big diamond rings To feel like somebody some men need expensive things But I feel like somebody, girl, every time you look at me I don't need nothing to remind me that You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need In this world, girl Some men need a fine home on a far hillside Some men need a big car to show off as they ride Some men need a pretty woman just to walk by their side And some men need to see the fear in another man's eyes But all I need baby, is all I can see When you wrap your loving arms around me You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need You're, you're all I need In this world, girl ALL NIGHT LONG (Breakout) I was born saved in heaven It was nothing like the promised land Raised in a good Christian house Underneath a good Christian hand I was schooled down and dirty Signed a note back to town It was there that the workers slaved all week Waiting for payday to come around Break out, come on if you're coming Cause baby I just can't stay I want to take out the walls of this joint I want to blow this town away Now I ain't into fast livin' I ain't into dying young And I ain't looking to be forgiven For any of the stupid things that I've done For the ones who once had a notion A notion it was good to be alive Feel the spark, the rush of emotion I want to break out baby tonight I want to dream, that I got a place I want to scream in somebody's face Make it seem, get out of this muddy race All night long Well all little kings lose their thrones tonight All you little pretty things better learn to sleep alone tonight It was down in the cool dirty living With the man with the master plan Some girl who can beg forgiveness And a ticket to the promised land Down where they'll tear your guts out Making out what you're all about making while we were blasting like a ?? I want out I want out I want out Want out to the outside Well I'm a small fool I want to shout I'm bound for nothing I want to shout about something too For the ones who once had a notion It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive I feel the heat, the rush of devotion I want to tear out baby tonight I wanna do what ain't ever been done I wanna win what ain't ever been won I wanna lose blow it all away I wanna lose what I've always won Prove it all night long I wanna know that I got a place I wanna go where I can see your face I wanna rock the roof off this place I want you to know I wanna live ALL OR NOTHIN' AT ALL 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 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 thinking 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 ALL THE WAY HOME (Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes (Better Days) written by Bruce I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know what it's like to have been so sure Wake up and find it all gone Now you've got no reason to trust me And tonight my confidence is a little rusty It's getting late And if you don't feel leavin' alone Well maybe I can walk you baby All the way home Our old fears and failures Well they do linger (oh yes they do) Like the shadow of that ring That was on your finger Well those days darling, Those days are dead and gone Oh I could walk you baby All the way home Now there's things no one can rearrange We both have yesterdays that we can't change It's closing time - bartender's ringing last call These days I don't stand on pride and I've learned how to take a fall Now the time has come And if your first choice - he's gone Well that's alright baby 'Cause I can walk you all the way home All the way home All the way home AND THE BAND PLAYED The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over Shangai Them soldier boys were returning home screaming "Banzai" And the kids are still playing their games Gettin hustled and rustled out in the rain As I sat inside listening to the broadcast Oh save my soul sweet rock'n'roll 'cause I'm sinkin' fast And then the band played Out of nowhere, it was alright Well now the legendary chaplain of the fightin' 51st was gettin' ready to go I said: Padre, do you know a cheap virgin who like to tango? He said: You can try Linda Lee, Around the corner and across the sea Oh word is out word is out she's fast Oh blow me down Linda 'cause I'm sinkin' fast Yes and them cats are sure getting fat down in the train yard And the sandman brings them dreams to ship out in boxcars The union says hold, break out the dice, break out the gold It's lunchtime at last And old Big Mama said: "Georges Raft's tonight on the late show" She sits straddlin' a kitchen chair, really gung-ho She shivers with chills, wet with her slot-card thrills Hypnotically lost in the glass And we all sigh with the sunrise As we watch the credits pass And the little blue dot went away And then the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over Sleepytown Them garbage truck vigilantes out making their last rounds The inheritor he sipped his beer And poked fun at the queer And threatened to kick his ass And the bell rings, a horn blows And he's outside pumpin' gas But the things were movin' so slow tonight So the kid goes back inside the station And turns on his radio to his local AM station And then the band played Right on the radio, it was alright And the boys in the band sung And the band played, everybody ANGELYNE (cover: Gary U.S. Bonds. Written by Springsteen) He was a bouncer in a joint called Tony's Body Shop She was a night cashier down at the Stop 'n' Shop He was kinda good-lookin' And she was kinda fun They met 'neath that big oak tree Out where the river runs Little Angelyne, little Angelyne As the sun goes down and the moonlight shines Back of a greyhound bus sit two lovers entwined Just Big Bill and little Angelyne She was just in from Texas, didn't know her way around So he took her to a roadhouse on the edge of town In the beerhall light she looked so fine And so he popped the question that was on his mind It was a simple affair, only a friend or two Preacher asked if they did, they said they do She bought two tickets with her Daddy's American Express And hopped a greyhound bus in her wedding dress Little Angelyne, little Angelyne As the sun goes down and the moonlight shines Back of a greyhound bus sit two lovers entwined Just Big Bill and little Angelyne In a six dollar motel with the honey bun With seven glorious days in the Nevada sun He played the tables, she pumped the slots full of dimes They came back broke but they had a good time Now many fell apart in the years come and gone But Big Bill and little Angel they'd last on and on They held together when the times grew thin A little boy that looked like her, and a girl that looked like him So mister don't you pay it no mind Let the sun go down and the moonlight shine Back of a greyhound bus sit two lovers entwined Just Big Bill and little Angelyne Little Angelyne, little Angelyne As the sun goes down and the moonlight shines Back of a greyhound bus sit two lovers entwined Just Big Bill and little Angelyne Little Angelyne, little Angelyne As the sun goes down and the moonlight shines Back of a greyhound bus sit two lovers entwined Just Big Bill and little Angelyne >From "Lost Masters" bootleg CD liner notes: Bruce Springsteen, Home Demo, Holmdel, New Jersey circa 1979. Bruce's solo acoustic working demos of a tune that would eventually evolve into "The River." This interesting look at song construction features Bruce working out parts of the song with his guitar and his voice simulating a guitar, singing several recognizable verses, and several attempts at the chorus sung in both a high and a low voice. A fascinating look at the birth of a classic. ARABIAN NIGHTS Shrieks of Sheiks as they run across the movie screen A thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an Arabian Queen And the harem girls move like fancy (Clancy's) dancers In my dirty dreams And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp And Mama comes in, she screams "Hey you been out with that tramp again last night You know that silver-sequined Arab black bitch The one that Mama don't like ?" But Mama she sings me moontime melodies With this great Top 40 hook She shrugs her shoulders, she don't care Papa just stares and says "Mary, look the girl's alright The girl's alright" And there's a tenseness in the air He turns and says Don't you know, can't you feel it "Tell me son, what's the word ?" Because there's something hanging there 'Cos you know he can't hear it Pull back the mist and reveal it But don't go near it And even if you fear what you near It's criticized as too absurd Don't conceal it Even the animals fear it 'Cos if what Mama feels is too real Papa says "Fetch me my flashlight, son" She just claims she don't feel it And she stumbles out the front door So come out from behind your bunkers 'Cos the lift-off's been a bust Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's dead And buried in my rocket dust You're alone now for the first time Don't worry, 'cos that's all right All fear will completely disappear Come the Arabian Night Well the soundman smiles and turns the dials To set the meter readin' rising He pulls the singer's voice from out of his pocket To see if the audience likes it Oh and in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue With a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make it He flicks a switch but Jenny moves too fast And the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blast The manager comes running out from behind stage and says Check the band's arms for bullet holes Make that man roll up his sleeves" The drummer shoots himself with cyanide And then asks to be relieved And me, I say "Well, it's too crazy in here Which is the stage door out, I gotta get up tomorrow morning for work" And the promoter says "Man, once you're in they all lead out What's the matter man, ain't you heard ? There's a war going on on the outside And I'm paying you to sing like a bird So get in and get tough or get up and get out Because things aren't too tight" I said "Don't worry, man, everything's gonna loosen up Come the Arabian Night" Come the Arabian Night So I get back in my bed But outside my window I hear another gang fight It's Duke and the boys against the Devil's best man And both sides have drawn their knives And Duke he's a well-known knife-fighter And with one quick jab he brings the Devil down He smiles 'cos he knows there's a high bounty on Devils In any God-fearin' town Well they say Duke sold the Devil to some priest in Pennsylvania To exhibit on his altar Christmas Night But the Devil's eyes they still burn red with fire As long as Duke walks upright And he swears there's a going to be a showdown Come sundown on the Arabian night recorded for May 1973 J. Hammond demo tape. May 19 issue of Entertainment Weekly: On May 22, 1966, in the backseat of a '61 Mercury enroute to a recording studio in Brick Town, the 16-year-old Springsteen began his songwriting career. He and Theiss cowrote 'That's What You Get' and "Baby I.' THIS DAY IN ROCK & ROLL HISTORY 30 years ago today (May 22, 1966), 16-year old Bruce Springsteen, and his first band, the Castiles, recorded their first and only record "That's What's You Get" b/w "Baby I" (two original Springsteen compositions). While the recordings were never released, the nascent Boss & the Castiles did perform several dates at New York's Cafe Wha? the following year. BABY I Baby I - Don't need you loving no more Baby I - Don't need your kisses no more Baby I - Don't need your tender touch Baby I Baby I - Don't need your tender kiss Baby I - You'll never miss Baby I - Don'y Want you round me no more Baby I 'Cause I got someone new Somebody better than you Somebody who'll be true Somebody better than you (Repeat all - both verses and chorus- one time) BACK IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN (From the video "Blood Brothers") You said once I was your treasure, and I saw your face in every store The promises we make at night, oh that's all they are Unless we fill them with faith and love they're emty as a howlin' wind. Now darlin' I just wanna be Back in your arms, back in your arms again.. Back in your arms, back in your arms again. Back in your arms, back in your arms again. You came to me with love and kindness, but all my life I've been a prisoner of my own blindness I met you with indifference, and I don't know why. Now I wake from my dream, I wake from my dream to this world. Where all the shadow and darkness and a dark sky unfurls. And all the love I've thrown away and lost, honey I'm longing for again. Now there's nothing that I wouldn't do if I could be Back in your arms, back in your arms again. Back in your arms, back in your arms again. Back in your arms, back in your arms again. Back in your arms (Alternative firstverse) In my dream my love was lost, I lived by luck and faith. I carried you inside of me, and praied it wouldn't be to late. Now I'm standin' on this empty road, where nothin' moves but the wind... BAD MOON RISING(John Fogerty/Creedence Clearwater Revival) I see a bad moon rising I see troubles on the way I see earthquakes and lightning I see bad times today Don't go 'round tonight Well, it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a-blowin' I know the end it's coming soon I fear rivers overflowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Don't go 'round tonight Well, it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise Hope you got your things together Hope you're quite prepared to die Looks like we're in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye Don't go 'round tonight Well, it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise Don't go 'round tonight Well, it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise BALLAD OF THE SELF-LOADING PISTOL Father, I have come. To tell you about somethin' I done. Well as the night reared its light head Into a baby's sun, We rolled down into the town From where the Black Throats come. And you know there was a robb'ry. There was a holdup. Ooh, there was a shootout. And there was a killin'. And there's blood on my hands. Today I killed a man. Well now, sister, you know me well. And you ask me well, how it was I felt. Well, she had an appetite for lovin' Only a fadin' beauty could posses. She knew just what she wanted And she wouldn't take less. I figured it was a small town. It was at sundown. It was just a small crowd of people around. Oh! But he wouldn't put his guns down. No, he wouldn't put his guns down. Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down. Now his blood's on my hands. Today I killed a man. And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot. Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles. And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol. Well now, father. I have come. To tell you about somethin' I done. He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin'. He had a brother, and his tears were streamin'. Now I'm movin' on the border With a rifle on my shoulder. 'Cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot. The love song a bullet sings as she whistles. And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol. And I just come to tell ya, That it don't hurt no more. No, it don't hurt no more, 'Cuz your son, he's an outlaw. Oh, your son, he's an outlaw. Yes, your son, he's an outlaw. Oh, your son, he's an outlaw. Now, your son, he's an outlaw. Oh, your son, he's an outlaw. And this blood feels good on my hands. Today I killed a man. BE TRUE Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men Well baby don't put my picture in there with them Don't make us some little girls dream that can't ever come true That only serves to hurt us and make you cry like you do Well baby don't do it to me and I won't do it to you You've seen all the romantic movies you dream you take the boys home But when the action fades your left all alone You deserve better than this little girl can't you see you do Do you need somebody to prove it to you? Well baby you prove it to me and I'll prove it to you. Now every night you go out looking for true lust satisfaction But in the morning you end up with second thoughts that came from your actions And another cameo roll with some big player your befriending Your gonna go broken hearted looking for that happy ending Well girl your gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold Crying alone in the theater as the credits roll You see I won't be like those other guys Who filled your head with pretty lies And dreams that can never come true Well listen Baby you be true to me and I'll be true to you So how about it? Is it a deal? originally recorded for 'The River.' Issued as b side of Fade Away single. BLOWING IN THE WIND (Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan) How many roads must a man walk down Before you can call him a man Yes 'n how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand Yes and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they're forever banned The answer my friend is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Yes and how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea Yes and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free Yes and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see The answer my friend is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Yes and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky Yes and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry Yes and how many deaths will it take 'till he knows That too many people have died The answer my friend is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind BISHOP DANCE Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back-flip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely across the river And Fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door Baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bough breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall And the kids are crying Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the morning Little Jack, grab your hat hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplace There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like they're born Maverick Daddy got one-night prize The glides like a monkey-mule kickin' on the backslide Over hill, over hill, Daddy don't you spill now Papa got a switch-stick, he's pumping little Bill Papa got a switch-stick, he's pumping little Bill And Bill, he's crying Tomahawk, tomahawk, Daddy better duck out The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods Molatar, Okenah, running through my dreams now With fire on their fingertips and injun's screams Fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams Early in the morning the cannoneer cried I seem the sailor's warning in the western sky Oh mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me And my darling cried, she said, Honey, the weather vane lately it's been pointin' the way to heaven Scatterbrains, Scatterbrains, watch out where you fall Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choirboys They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall And like kids they're crying Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the morning Little Jack, grab your hat hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fireplace There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like they're born. BLOWIN' IN THE WIND How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. (Bob Dylan 1962) BOOM BOOM BOOM (John Lee Hooker/John Lee Hooker) Boom boom boom boom I wanna shoot you right down Take you in my arms I'm in love with you a love that is true Boom boom boom boom I need you right now I mean right now I don't mean tomorrow I mean right now come on come on I wanna give it up babe Shake it up babe Come on and shake Shake it up babe Come on come on shake it up babe I like the way you walk I like the way you talk when you walk that walk and you talk that talk you knock me out right over my feet Shake it up babe Come on and shake Shake it up babe Come on come on shake it up babe Boom boom boom boom I wanna shoot you right down Take you in my arms I'm in love with you a love that is true Boom boom boom boom BOOK OF DREAMS I'm standing in the backyard Listening to the party inside Tonight I'm drinkin' in the forgiveness This life provides The scars we carry remain but the pain slips away it seems Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams I'm watchin' you through the window With your girlfriends from back home You're showin' off your dress There's laughter and a toast From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin I feel your sweet reply The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high Just holdin' you to me As through the window the moonlight streams Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams Now the ritual begins 'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers The dance floor is alive with beauty Mystery and danger We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams BROTHERS UNDER THE BRIDGES Saigon, it was all gone The same Coke machines as the streets I grew on Down in a mesquite canyon, come walking along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road or town There's too much brush in camp for the CHP choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin , I just want to live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the Santa Anas and man that dry brush would light Jimmy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night We buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge I had enough of the town oh and the straight life Ain't careful you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife Now I want no trouble and I ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge Well I shipped home back in '72 And you know you were just a beautiul light in your mom's dark eyes of blue I stepped out on the tarmac, we were just kids Me and the brothers under the bridge Come Veterans' Day I sat on the stand in my dress blues I held your mother's hand, and they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there, and somethin' slips............. - performed live on GOTJ tour BYE BYE JOHNNY By Chuck Berry She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West Down came the tears from her happiness Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She remembered taking money out from gathering crop And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop As long as he would play it by the railroad side And wouldn't get in trouble he was satisfied But never thought that there would come a day like this When she would have to give her son a goodbye kiss Going Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She finally got the letter she was dreaming of Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love As soon as he was married he would bring her back And build a mansion for 'em by the railroad track So every time they heard the locomotive roar They'd be a' standin', a' wavin' by the kitchen door Howling Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode >From liner notes to "Lost Masters" CD bootleg: "A very emotional and moving vocal performance by Bruce, this take will bring tears to your eyes. Mournful yet elegant, somber yet majestic, Bruce outdoes himself on this take." CAMILLA HORNE Camilla Horne, she was born a long, long time ago. She Came From Germany to the U.S.A. and was acclaimed as the next Garbo. They came to her on their knees, to bless them, caress them and tell them what they need. But oh, oh, she did not know. and so she took her place at the bar. Just another fallen star. CHEVROLET DELUXE I had a wife and kid, and I tried to settle down I just wanted to live an honest life on the edge of an honest town. But in the end they left me danglin' danglin (in the night?) and I went crazy tryin', tryin' to walk that thin line. Oh Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought you with all your accessories, Oh Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought you with all your accessories, but mister, I can't keep my payments up I lie awake at night and wonder if I'm tough enough to win back the hand of Chevrolet Deluxe. ...... They shut the power off down at the mill (the count the third time?) and these days when you ride down Main Street it's just whitewashed windows and vacancy signs Did you ever think til the end your kids you would never believe that if you would leave this old town, that it would leave me. My brother's down in Ft Bragg, been there for half a year man he just got into too much trouble around here. Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought her with all the accessories, but mister, I can't keep those payments up Chevrolet Deluxe, I lost my heart, I lost my guts.... ...... She was sittin' down at Highway Chevrolet out on Route 3 She was lookin'g like she was waitin' just for me I worked all summer long and I saved my money up And I went down and I put that money down In the fall, Billy, (...?) I drove him down rode down together down to Fort Bragg In the years that he was gone (...?) (...?) in the refinery (...?) go along Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought her with all the accessories, (...?) Another year end gone, and Billy he came home (...?) But it was like all of a sudden there was a curse Things got band and things got worse Hmmm... went the power there down at the mill Hmmm... the thrill when they shut the power down at the mill (...?) Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought her with all the accessories, But I can't keep those payments up Chevrolet Deluxe (...?) you were so clear to see Now when I wake in the mornging I don't know what's happening to me Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought her with all the accessories, Mister I can't keep those payments up Chevrolet Deluxe you let me down took the heart right out of me I saw her when I was 17 down at Hansen's Chevrolet I made up my mind to get her any how, any way. That whole summer I worked until I had enough Then I went and put my money down on that Chevrolet Deluxe. [...] Chevrolet Deluxe, I bought her with all the accessories, but mister, I can't keep those payments up Chevrolet Deluxe, I lost my heart, she took my gut... It don't matter what you want, it don't matter what you say, Are you tough enough not to play the way they play. CHICKEN LIPS AND LIZARD HIPS (J.& N. Cassidy) When I was a little kid I never liked to eat Mom would put things on my plate And I'd dump 'em on her feet But then one day she made this soup I ate it all in bed I asked her what she put in it And this is what she said: "Oh, chicken lips and lizard hips And alligator eyes Monkey legs and buzzard eggs And salamander thighs Rabbit ears and camel rears And tasty toenail pies Stir 'em all together And it's mama's soup surprise" I went into the bathroom And I stood beside the sink I said, "I'm feeling slightly ill And I think I'd like a drink" Mama said, "I've just the thing I'll get it in a wink It's full of lots of protein And vitamins, I think" "Oh, chicken lips and lizard hips And alligator eyes Monkey legs and buzzard eggs And salamander thighs Rabbit ears and camel rears And tasty toenail pies Stir 'em all together And it's mama's soup surprise" from "For Our Children:" CHILD BRIDE from "Alone In Colt's Neck" (The Complete Nebraska Session) LOST MASTERS - Disc I a lovely, poignant song about a man fated to be kept apart from his true love "Well, sometimes I dream of gettin' outta here, Headin' down towards them old tracks I swore I'd come and get her But I know I ain't never goin' back "There's nights I can't sleep No matter how hard I try So from my window I watch the moonlight Fall on the far hillside "I imagine I put on my jacket, Go down to this little roadside bar Pick a stranger and spin around the dance floor To a Mexican guitar" CHIMES OF FREEDOM (Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan) Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun; Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom flashin' Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight; Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight. And for each and every underdog soldier in the night We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, in the city's melted furnace unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin' As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain; Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin' Yeah, tollin' for the rebel, yeah, tollin' for the raked Tollin' for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked. Yeah, tollin' for the outcasts burnin' constantly at stakes And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Oh yeah! (instrumental solo) And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed There's a hypnotic, splattered mist was slowly liftin' Well, electric light still struck like arrows Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin' Well, tollin' for the searching ones on this speechless, secret trail For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale. And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail Yeah, we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught, Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended As we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look Spellbound and swallowed "Has the tollin' ended?" Yeah, tollin' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless, confused, accused, misused strung out ones at worst. And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Uh uh uh... (to end) - recorded live July 3, 1988, Stockholm, Sweden. Chimes Of Freedom special 4 track 12" album 1988. CINDY I pick you up with flowers When you get off from work It's like you don't even care It's like I'm some kind of jerk I take you out on a date And then you won't even kiss me Boy when I ain't around I'll bet you don't even miss me I don't know why I love you like I do I try and try You treat me like a fool It makes me want to cry It makes me feel so blue But I just do, baby, I just do I call you up Just to pass the time Soon as you hear my voice You disconnect the line And when I call you back Your mother says you ain't home Cindy I know that's you on the other end of this phone Oh in this world There ain't another like you My little candy girl So hard-hearted and cruel I think that's what Keeps me coming back I'm a fool for you Cindy and I like it like that I came to get you last night Cindy, at quarter to six Your daddy came to the door He said Cindy got sick She got sent home from work With a note from the nurse And my very presenceWould make your condition worse But it ain't your health 'Cause well you sure look fine Little girl it's something else That's on my mind Well you can give it to me 'Cause if it's good enough for you It's good enough for me I don't know why I love you like I do You make me cry And feel like such a fool I guess I like it When you hurt me this way You dish it out and I just put it away - River album outtake CLUB SOUL CITY (cover: Gary U.S. Bonds. Written by Springsteen) Pack up your bags Don't look back There's a little place Out 'cross the the railroad tracks If you're broken-hearted And you don't know what to do But they got a place down there that's just for you Club Soul, Club Soul City, yeah yeah yeah Club Soul, Club Soul City, oh yeah There's a waitress at the back bar Goes with the the guy that runs the place She's got hair like a weeping willow And tears running down her face She's seen a lot of guys like you coming around Looking for something that they've lost Or trying to lose something that they've found Down at Club Soul, Club Soul City, yeah yeah yeah Club Soul, Club Soul City, oh yeah So if you're down on your spirit And there ain't no-one who cares If you're lost and you're lonely You won't be lonely down there You can't miss it, it's just up the highway On the front door there's a sign that says Restricted to the losing kind Club Soul, Club Soul City, yeah yeah yeah Club Soul, Club Soul City, oh yeah Club Soul, Club Soul City, yeah yeah yeah Club Soul, Club Soul City, oh yeah COWBOYS OF THE SEA They ride beneath the waves at 20,000 leagues On stallions stitched to seaweed strands So smiling, so smiling They herd the fishes of the deep They ride for you and me They ranch the rich and the sunken soil At the bottom of the sea In the dead of night, alive in sleep I hear them calling me Them deep sea desperadoes Them midnight maelstrom freaks The cowboy of the sea So on wings of sleep I pierce the deep And ride like a hurricane At midnight still I paid my bill And turned my back on the land With the help of Old Paint, that seaweed nag It's just Jesse James and me We ride the depths and rob the banks At the bottom of the sea With a seaman's grip on navigation And some fired, hired hands We set forth to confront the nation And lend a cowboy's hand We do the Dolphins' Dance duet My mermaid babe and me Then I ride of into the blue sunset At the bottom of the sea And with the seaman's grip on submarining And some aqualung outlaws Our guns are made of solid dreamin' And bullets from a broken cause And with hand held high to touch the sky A good Texas Ranger I'll beBut sometimes I feel like a lone stranger 'Midst the cowboys of the sea Oh and men above he cannot make love He's got to rape his mother the sea And because of his greed We're a vanishing breed We cowboys of the sea CYNTHIA Cynthia, when you come walkin' by you're an inspirin' sight Cynthia, you don't smile or say "hi" but baby that's alright 'Cause I don't need to hold you or taste your kiss I just like knowin' Cynthia, you exist at all in a world like this Cynthia, when you pass it seems like this whole town drops Cynthia, maybe it's just me babe Some fool stuck here watchin' the clock Well, you give us a reason to start whisper "why" To stop singin', baby, and salute your style Yeah Cynthia Well now you ain't the finest thing I'll never have And when you go the hurt you leave Well, baby, it ain't so bad No it ain't Cynthia Yeah there ain't a man in this whole town Who'll say you ain't fine D'you hear them guys talkin' tell me, baby, do you mind Well you make us happy, honey, when we feel sad To see sump'n'so good, in a world gone bad There's still cynthia, oh yeah Cynthia, no one knows your number No one knows where you live Cynthia, I wonder do you understand This strange thing you give Yeah, well baby, is it your style The mystery in your smile Or just how cool you walk in a world gone wild Ah tell me if you will, Cynthia Well I gotta be pretty naive to believe in you I know you ain't ever gonna be my dream come true That's alright, I gotta dream That's as good as you, Cynthia Oh now baby, this ain't no come-on It's a walk on, walk on Oh that's right, oh yeah Mmmm, you make me holier yeah, yeah, alright I said yeah, yeah, alright Well she's a yeah, yeah, alright I said yeah, yeah, alright Well it's a yeah, yeah, alright Well she's a yeah, yeah, alright I said yeah, yeah, alright DROP ON DOWN AND COVER ME Times are tough there baby there It's getting tougher now This world is rough honey it's Just getting rougher now Their on top there baby Just tryin' to score-well Seen enough, honey I don't Wanna see no more Drop on down and cover me On down and cover me Sometimes girl I just wanna Leave it all behind us, yeah Hold me in your arms tonight let's Let our love blind us, yeah Inside I feel the pain that The hatred and the sorrow I wanna shut the light, baby C'mon and shut the door Drop on down and cover me On down and cover I just wanna close my eyes and Let your love surround me I wanna close my heart to To this world around me The anger and the heartlessness All the good things guilty Come closer baby Now-closer still now Drop on down and cover me On down and cover me DEDICATION (cover: Gary U.S. Bonds. Written by Springsteen) Well way back in the Bible time A cat named Noah built an ocean liner Everybody laughed when they told him why But when the rain came, Noah was high and dry 'Cause he had Dedication baby through and through Dedication like I give to you Dedication girl every way Dedication girl every day Well Admiral Byrd and some eskimos They took a little trip to the old North Pole When they said it was a miracle they made it back Well they said that wasn't any miracle, Jack Dedication baby through and through Dedication like I give to you Dedication girl every way Dedication girl every day Well now there was a movie star out in Hollywood He met a little girl, they got along real good He tried to split but the chick said "Buddy, not so fast Ain't gonna wrap me on your arms, then wrap me in some cash" Now it was on TV every word they said If you didn't see it man, you must have been late She got on the witness pedestal without care She turned to the judge and this is what she said Dedication judge every way Dedication judge in every way I need some Dedication judge that can't be spent A little dedication judge to pay the rent Dedication baby through and through Dedication like I give to you Dedication girl every way Dedication girl every day D-E-D-I-C-A-T-I-O-N D-E-D-I-C-A-T-I-O-N D-E-D-I-C-A-T-I-O-N DEPORTEE (aka "Plane Wreck at Los Gatos Canyon," and "Good-bye Juan") The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps They're flying you back to the Mexico border To pay all your money to wade back again My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees They rode the truck till they took down and died Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to the Mexican border They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves. We died in your hills. We died on your deserts. We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains. We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes. Both sides of the river, we've died just the same. Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they were just deportees. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil, And be known by no name except "deportee". Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" - performed on GOTJ tour DON'T LOOK BACK 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 straddlin; the shifter in my front seat There's nothing to lose It's a set-up (heartbreak) The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor And darling don't look back Well making night tracks through the blazing rain Blow them pistons, work (move) in the fast lane White line burning, pockets full of cash Angel writes her name in lipstick on my dash There's nothing to lose It's a set-up (except a heartbreak) (just a bad break) The deck's stacked (baby we're back) Tonight we'll blow off the doors (Put your foot to the floor) And honey we won't look back (And darling don't look back) We held it in our hearts in the pouring rain We made it through the heart of a hurricane We tore it apart and put it together again We'll wash out sins, girl down in the sea Angel won't you believe in love for me (Come on meet me tonight darlin' 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 set-up (just a heartache) The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor (and) darling Tonight we'll blow out (off) the doors darling (baby) Put your foot to the floor (we're gonna even the score) And darling don't look back (honey we won't look back) Don't look back Ah, baby, don't look back originally recorded for 'Darkness' album. ELOUISE (to the Tune of Growin' Up) Well, what power of God does a nun use to hold up parish priests And what makes a good cop let go a beautiful theif Oh, and how does the queen know she got hold that manna honey Oh and what makes an old woman give a young man all her money Well late in the night 'neath that pale moonlight the power comes over me And its all Elouise yeah I'm Turning Into Elvis (and There's Nothing I Can Do) ...kissed the babysitter. She screamed and I told her it was just the beast in me. And on my way out of the house I shot out my TV I went down to the corner luncheonette and said Sally "fried peanut butter and banana will do(?)" I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do I threw out my wife and family I took off my wedding ring I told my friends and neighbors to refer to me now as "King" I put a chainlink fence around my ranch house and on the gate a sign that reads "Graceland II" I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do I visited my mama's grave and I headed out to Hollywood and I signed a picture with MGM I play a rebellious beachboy racecar driver who fucks a nun in the end In the last scene I whip out my big guitar and show her a little Memphis-style kung-fu I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do But I drove on straight to Vegas and I stopped in the first old stripper bar. Found me a little hooker that looked just like Ann-Margaret and we rumba'd in my sports car. Well me and my drinking buddies turned my lovin' home into a frikkin' zoo. I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do Well he came to me last night in a dream looking just like he did in '57. He said "Son that guitar is a wonderful thing but it can be the living devils' friend. On the other hand there's sex-starved women, millions of dollars, and anything you want to do." I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do ENGLISH SONS (aka Endless Nights) One, Two, Three, Four Girl, on the edge flippin' off the lamp There'll be an end darling to your endless night On the other side of the street. Yea, the light on your portrait and the light in your face And you'll be looking for another pretty place Baby, this side of the street. Well, keep dreaming baby that your desire brings and girl I know the sadness that you find in things, it's true Well, baby if you can't take the heat, what can I do? Well, you and your poetry and your boku (?!) world Behind the face you hide the face of a modern girl On the other side of the street. Yea, you've got the look as if you owe the world Therefore, you go out there and say what you can earn On the wrong side of the street. Well, you tire of every day bringing the same and so you Go out looking for some strange new games Well, pretty soon you don't know the score anymore. All right now........... (Guitar Break) I know the danger that your desire brings And I know the strangeness that you'll find Wait and it will seem straighter for you and for me. Well, turn on the end and baby turn off the lamps There'll be an end darling to this endless night On the other side of the street. Yea, and everyday - well- it just brings the same You started looking for some very strange new games On the wrong side of the street. Well, you and your desires lead to confusion Well, walk away as I don't follow your illusions And see, open your eyes and see, girl. All right.......... EVACUATION OF THE WEST (a.k.a. No More Kings in Texas) It was on the day the cowboys were abandoned from the ranch Middle touch world as a master They rode their ponies down in the cities of gold To leave them for ever after Now the sun was swollen red and old The earth it was windy, dark and cold Were the highway ends the desert takes its toll Sodusty, red and angry It was a time when men died out on the praire From not having a decent friend At nights the ghosts to the more of riders Was a howl in the candid winds You can here them crying Good God, I think they're dying When them rangers down in Dallas Had all, but given it up and left And those that hang on hoping Was trying their best to, to forget The way those outlaws and desperadoes Right from the cheapest to the best Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones Keep up their rusty guns and went back home And the governor was sent down from Population Control And marshall all was past Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith For the time for hope they passed In the cold blue light of the desert night There was a thousand starry ships And men came down from still I don't now where With death on their fingertips Now there's no more kings in Texas I swear they rounded up each and everyone And old Atlanta Canastoga Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun Now Anna Maria walks the blames alone The last of a struggling people She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies And got stuck up on a steamboat Oh, you can hear them crying Good God, I think they're dying In the wind you can hear them sighing EVERYBODY'S LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY They caught Bobby by Lakefoot Road Saying how the story gets told (?) (?) (2nd verse unintelligible) e Everybody's looking for somebody Everybody's looking Everybody's looking Everybody's looking for somebody FAMILY SONG (as listed on Prodigal Son) (a.k.a. "California" or "California, You're a Woman") Well ya know when you're young, There's such a distance between you and your family. Just Can't see things from the same point of view. Papa wants a lawyer and mama she wants an author, and all you want is for them to want you. Well, I saw lot of bad signs and we had some real bad times back on the east coast. And I guess you could say it took California to bring us close. There was a lot of hard livin' and some stone cold women on the east coast. and I saw my papa turn away when I need him the most. and California, she's an angel. Lo, so heavenly dressed and the Pacific she's a woman The Lord must have loved her best. I got a California rainbow to come give them thunder clouds a rest and the mountain is my friend now, she put me to her test well you know every father has dreams and schemes fo his own kid. And dreaming it ain't been declaired no capital crime But I just hope when I grow up to have my own kids I'll love them all I can and let 'em make their own minds Now you know how a mother can hold the son through understanding. And my father he once held me close by crying. Whoa, and my mama's love it don't ever leave me standing. And papa's love it just leaves me smiling. Whoa, and my mama she's a rainbow, gotta see hen on Sunday when she's dressed Whoa, and my papa he's a good man, he gives me and mama his best. Whoa, my mama she's a rainbow, come to give them thunder clouds a rest. And my family is my friend now California put us through her test. FEVER 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 I don't get no sleep So I turn on the radio But, Lord, the only thing I hear Is you whisperin' in my ear The words that you used to say Well, now the days grow longer My love grows stronger And the fever gets worse every day I got a fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the fever Nothing that a boy can do When he's got the fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's 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 Or maybe out to a movie show Something that you'd like to see Oh, you were my sun in the morning And my moon at night When you put your arms around me Made me fell alright Well, now the days grow longer And my love just grows stronger And the fever gets so bad at night I got a fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the feverNothing that a boy can do When he's got the fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the fever Left this little boy blue It's gonna be alright, now If I can make it to the morning I'm gonna be alright, now If I can just make it to the morning It's just this long and lonely nights Everytime I close my eyes All I see is her face Everytime I shut my eyes All I see is her face But I'm gonna be alright, now I'll be alright, now When I shut down all the lights When I turn off all the lights When I turn down all the lights And when I lay my head on the pillow I can't stop myself in thinking "Baby, where are you tonight?" "Where is she tonight?" Released to radio stations only in tape form. 1974. FOLLOW THAT DREAM As performed May 7, 1981, Stockholm Sweden If your heart is restless and you can't go on When you're tired and weary, but you can't go on Well a distant dream is a callin' you Then there's just one thing that you can do Yeah, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead you You gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead Now if I walk in dreams And if I talk in dreams I need someone with a love I can trust And together we'll search for the things that come to us Baby in dreams, in dreams Now every man has the right to live The right to a chance to give what he has to give The right to fight for the things he believes For the things that come to him in dreams Baby in dreams, I walk in dreams I talk in dreams I live in dreams >From "Lost Masters" CD bootleg liner notes: "features a tender, moving vocal by Bruce. FOLLOW THAT DREAM As performed June 5, 1981, London England If your heart is restless from waiting too long When you're tired and weary, and you can't go on Well if a distant dream is a callin' you Then there's just one thing that you can do Yeah, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead you You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need Now baby, I walk in dreams And I talk in dreams I need someone with a love I can trust And together we'll search for the things that come to us In dreams, baby in dreams And I'm gonna follow that dream wherever that dream may lead me I'm gonna follow that dream to find the love I need Now every man has the right to live The right to a chance to give what he has to give The right to fight for the things he believes For the things that come to him in dreams Baby in dreams, I walk in dreams I talk in dreams I live in dreams FOREVER YOUNG May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous, May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young (Bob Dylan 1973) FOLLOW THAT DREAM(Weis, Weisman, B.Springsteen,R.Orbison/B.Springsteen) If your heart is restless and you can't go on When you're tired and weary, but you can't go on Well a distant dream is a callin' you Then there's just one thing that you can do Yeah, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead you You gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead Now if I walk in dreams And if I talk in dreams I need someone with a love I can trust And together we'll search for the things that come to us Baby in dreams, in dreams Now every man has the right to live Now every man has the right to live The right to a chance to give what he has to give The right to fight for the things he believes For the things that come to him in dreams Baby in dreams, I walk in dreams I talk in dreams I live in dreams As performed May 7, 1981, Stockholm Sweden FOLLOW THAT DREAM If your heart is restless from waiting too long When you're tired and weary, and you can't go on Well if a distant dream is a callin' you Then there's just one thing that you can do Yeah, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead you You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need Now baby, I walk in dreams And I talk in dreams I need someone with a love I can trust And together we'll search for the things that come to us In dreams, baby in dreams And I'm gonna follow that dream wherever that dream may lead me I'm gonna follow that dream to find the love I need Now every man has the right to live The right to a chance to give what he has to give Now baby, I walk in dreams And I talk in dreams I need someone with a love I can trust And together we'll search for the things that come to us In dreams, baby in dreams And I'm gonna follow that dream wherever that dream may lead me I'm gonna follow that dream to find the love I need Now every man has the right to live The right to a chance to give what he has to give The right to fight for the things he believes For the things that come to him in dreams Baby in dreams, I walk in dreams I talk in dreams I live in dreams As performed June 5, 1981, London England FORTUNATE SON(John Fogerty/Creedence Clearwater Revival) Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" They point the cannon right at you It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord they don't help themselves But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war And when you ask them "how much should we give ?" They only answer more! more! more! It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son FRANKIE Dark weekends in the sun, out on Chelsea Row Descending the stairs, Frankie my love Check your make-up in the mirror Come on, baby, let's go We'll dance round this dirty town 'Till the night is all done Then all the finer things sleep alone tonight Then all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight Don't worry about me baby, I'll be alright There's machines and there's fire On the outside of town Young boys for hire Waiting to blow us all down There are strange flashes in the sky up above I'll spend the night at the movies With my secret love At dusk the stars all appear on the screen Just like they do each night in my dreams But tonight's no dream, Frankie I can feel myself move Living and dying Like I was born to do Walk softly tonight little angel I wanna be alone with you Talk softly to me tonight angel Make all my dream-world come true I remember standing in the freezing rain Reading them "Want" ads out on Chelsea Row Winging down the street in search of new games Hustling through the night packs where the actors go Frankie they are crazy, let's run and hide In the darkness there'll be hidden worlds that shine When all of the glory in this desperate land Will rise like raindrops in the palm of our hands Rise like the rain Let your sadness rise Walk softly tonight little angel Into the shadows where the lovers go Talk softly tonight angel Whisper your secrets so soft and low FROM SMALL THINGS BIG THINGS COME Dave Edmunds (D.E. 7th) written by Bruce At sixteen she quit high school To make a fortune in the Promised Land She got a job behind the counter In an all-night hamburger stand She rode faithfully home to Mama Now, Mama don't you worry none From small things, Mama, big things one day come It was late one Friday He pulled in out of the dark He was tall and handsome First she took his order, then she took his heart They bought a house up on the hillside Where little feet soon would run From small things, Mama, big things one day come Oh, but love is bleeding It's sad but it's true When your heart is beating You don't want to hear the news She packed her bags And with a Wyoming County Interstate map She drove down to Tampa In an Eldorado Grand She wrote back, Dear Mama Life is just heaven in the sun From small things, Mama, big things one day come Well, she shot him dead on a sunny Florida road When they caught her all she said Was she couldn't stand the way he drove Back home lonesome Johnny waits for his baby's parole He waits high on the hillside Where the Wyoming rivers roll And his seed have almost grown now To a daughter and a handsome son From small things, Mama, big things one day come GET THAT FEELING (woargh = aend-of-Backstreets type full throated growl) Yeah girl Now won't you come on out tonight Girl, where the stars will shine real bright Well I gotta get that feeling Yeah I wanna get that feeling Woargh* back again Yeah, back again tonight There's something in the air Tonight Ain't got money but I don't care I gotta get that feeling I wanna get that feeling And before the night is through You're gonna get that feeling too Hold me in your arms and baby take everything Let the light shine, and if we (DARE TO ???)... yeah,yeah,yeah Tonight Well there's something in the air, And tonight, yeah, we ain't got money but I don't care We gotta get that feeling Yeah, we gotta get that feeling Woargh* back again Wooooaaaaarrrrggghh (di-di-di-di-da-woooahs to fade) GET UP STAND UP(Bob Marley, Peter Tosh/Bob Marley and The Wailers) Get up stand up, stand up for your right Get up stand up, don't give up the fight Preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth I know you don't know What life is really worth It's not all that glitters is gold Half the story has never been told So now you see the light Stand up for your right Get up stand up, stand up for your right Get up stand up, don't give up the fight Most people think Great God will come from the sky Take away everything And make everybody feel high But if you knew what life is worth You could look for yours on earth And now you've seen the light Stand up for your rights Get up stand up, stand up for your right Get up stand up, don't give up the fight We're sick and tired of your easing kissing Gone to die and go to heaven in Jesus name We know and we understand Almighty God is a living man You can fool some people sometimes But you can't fool all the people all the time And we've seen the light We're gonna stand up for our rights GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT(Roy Brown/Elvis Presley) I heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight Gonna hold my baby as tight as I can Tonight she'll know I'm a mighty man I heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight Oh, lead me in the alley behind the barn Don't be afraid, I'll do you no harm Baby, bring my rockin' shoes 'Cause tonight I'm gonna rock away all my blues Have you heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight Well, Elder Brown, Deacon Jones, They've left their happy home They'll be there, just you wait and see A-jumpin' and a-stompin' at the jubilee Hey man, there's good rockin' tonight Sweet Lorraine, Sioux City Sue, Sweet Georgia Brown, Caledonia, too They'll be there jumpin' like mad Hey, sister, ain't you glad We got the news there's good rockin' tonight GYPSY WOMAN From nowhere through the caravan Round the campfire light Lovely woman in motion With hair as dark as night Her eyes were like that of a cat in the dark that hypnotized me with love She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She danced around and round Guitar's melody From the fire her face was aglow How she enchanted me I'd like to hold her near And kiss her hair and whisper in her ear I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman All through the caravan She was dancing with all the men Waiting for the rising sun Everyone was having fun Hated to see her go Knowing that she'll never know that I love her that I love her I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman Whoever compared it to Part Monkey Part Man hit the nail on the head. It has that same kind of dark, mysterious sound. The vocals are soft and understated, somewhat reminiscent to those on If I should fall behind or Pony Boy. The song is sung with that nasally twang Bruce has grown so fond of lately. Jackie HEART FULL OF SOUL (1978 Tour Rehersal) (The Yardbirds) Sick at heart and lonely Deep in dark despair Thinking one thought only Where is she, tell me where And if she says to you She don't love me Just give here my message Tell her of my plea And I know, if she had me back again I would never make her sad I got a heart......full of soul And I know.... She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her my plea And I know...... HEARTBREAK HOTEL (Mae Boren Axton, Tommy Durden, Elvis Presley/E. Presley) Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell Down at the end of Lonely street at Heartbreak Hotel I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I get so lonely I could die Although it's always crowded I still can find some room Where those broken hearted lovers Cry away their gloom, oh! I get so lonely I get so lonely Get so lonely I could die Bellhop's tears keep flowing Desk clerk dressed in black They been so long on lonely street They ain't never comin' back I get so lonely I get so lonely Get so lonely I could die If your baby leaves you And you have a tale to tell Just take a walk Down Lonely street to Heartbreak Hotel I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I get so lonely I could die HENRY BOY They broke your toys this morning, Henry Rode your board right into dust Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust And then they had the gall To write your name up on the girls' room wall And send you out to Maria Who spoke of babies and all And wanted to shoot your joy It's a hard world when you're the new kid in town Ain't it, Henry Boy Well the North side is for diamond-studded woman Subtly selling their wares And the West side is for debutantes And would be millionaires Oh the East side is for lost boys Who know their moves too well The South side is for gamblers, Henry Boy The train stops once for Hell It's a hard world when they're forcing you To live your life out on Broadway But Henry I'm sure you're gonna like it well The constellation she points to Gate Eleven That's where you got your connections Let me take a look inside my magic book I don't think you're beyond my inventions Oh these doctor's appendages I'm giving you for wings I'm sure it'll meet the occasion I'm gonna mix you some magic, you'll spittin' sparks And ready for the invasion Oh and the Milky Way's a trip for dippers They saw ya coming a mile away In the amusement park you'll get clipped by rippers Hiding behind candy 'cades In the alleyway you'll get ripped by strippers All who know your name In the stalls sit the soldier-boy kissersOn leave for just a day And Henry couldn't take it He's gonna be a submariner Riding underground for the Pope Gonna stand on the corner of Broadway And scream: "Up 'scope" HEARTS OF STONE (Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes) written by Bruce You stare in the mirror at the lines in your face And you try so hard to see The way things were when we were at your place Everyday was just you and me And you cry because things ain't like before Well, don't you know it can't be that way anymore But don't worry baby 'Cause I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance, the last chance For hearts of stone If there was something, baby, That I could do, Something that would last, honey, I would But you should know better than to think that you Can return to the past So close your eyes and I'll be there Hold you once more and not go anywhere I wish I could babe But I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance, the last chance For hearts of stone And you cry because things get so strange so fast And you cry because nothing good ever lasts Well, I know babe But I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance, the last chance For hearts of stone I can't talk now, I'm not alone So put your ear close to the phone 'Cause this is the last dance, the last chance For hearts of stone originally to be on Darkness album. HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be putting me on" God say, "No". Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killing done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61". Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes He asked poor Howard where can I go Howard said there's only one place I know Sam said tell me quick man I got to run Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun And said that way down on Highway 61. Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King I got forty red white and blue shoe strings And a thousand telephones that don't ring Do you know where I can get rid of these things And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son And he said yes I think it can be easily done Just take everything down to Highway 61. Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the first father that things weren't right My complexion she said is much too white He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're right Let me tell the second mother this has been done But the second mother was with the seventh son And they were both out on Highway 61. Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored He was tryin' to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes I think it can be very easily done We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61. (Bob Dylan 1965) HOLD ON (to What You Got) Verse 1: I worked hard, baby, night and day The things I had somebody took away They took away everything I earned But there's one lesson that'a I have learned Chorus: You got to hold on, little girl, to what you've got (4X) Verse 2: I been pushed and I been knocked down But I picked myself right back up off the ground And baby there's one thing that I have found Fighting's the only way's to stand your ground Chorus: You got to hold on, little girl, to what you've got (4X) Bridge: I've been used, I've been abused I've had, baby, my regrets I've been lost, I paid the cost But there's one thing I ain't gonna forget Verse 3: I've heard some hard lines, I've seen some cryin' times Bad luck and trouble they been friends of mine Got to stand straight and stare right at your face (fate?) And play it hard before it's too late Chorus: You got to hold on, little girl, to what you've got (8X) -ad lib to fadeout- I AIN'T GOT NO HOME (Woody Guthrie/Woody Guthrie) I ain't got no home, I'm just a ramblin' around A hard working ramblin' man, I go from town to town The police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was farmin' on the shares and always I was poor My crops I laid into the banker's door And my wife took down and died upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home, I'm just a ramblin' around A hard working ramblin' man, I go from town to town The police make it hard wherever I may go And I Ain't Got No Home in this world anymore Now as I look around it's mighty plain to see This wide wicked world is a funny place to be The gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore Words & music by Woody Guthrie Performed by Bruce Springsteen on the Folkways: A Vision Shared, A Tribute To Woody Guthrie & Leadbelly I CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE (Peretti, Creators, Weis/Elvis Presley) Wise men say only fools rush in but I can't help falling in love with you Shall I say would it be a sin 'cause I can't help falling in love with you Like the river flows flowing to the sea darling so it goes some things were meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too 'cause I can't help falling in love with you No, I can't help falling in love with you intro to: I SOLD MY HEART TO THE JUNKMAN "...this is a very sad song, this next song we're gonna do. The song is so sad that sometimes I have to leave the stage and cry in the backstage a little bit while I'm singing this song. The reason this song is so sad because this story happened to me just a little while ago (not true, but true) (audience laughs) And it was, it was a thing where I met this this beautiful girl, right? was she a beautiful girl as she was, she was nice and ... and I gave her my whole heart, every every bit, and she gave it back to me a month later all beat up, so bad and so terrible looking that I Sold My Heart To The Junkman ! Now I can never fall in love again...." (starts song) I SOLD MY HEART TO THE JUNKMAN (P. Labelle/Patty Labelle and The Bluebells) "...song, this is a very sad song, this next song we're gonna do. The song is so sad that sometimes I have to leave the stage and cry in the backstage a little bit while I'm singing this song. The reason this song is so sad because this story happened to me just a little while ago (not true, but true) (audience laughs) And it was, it was a thing where I met this this beautiful girl, right? was she a beautiful girl as she was, she was nice and ... and I gave her my whole heart, every every bit, and she gave it back to me a month later all beat up, so bad and so terrible looking that I Sold My Heart To The Junkman ! Now I can never fall in love again...." Well I gave my heart to you, open, so open and trusting And you gave it back to me, it was broken up and busting (sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman (sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman I can never fall in love again Oh and I know you took my heart, you thought that you could use it When you gave it back like a toy you broken and bruised (sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman (I sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman I can never fall in love again Now, it was a movie sad scene, I played my part Ooh I wanted the happy ending, but all I got was a broken heart (all he got was a broken heart) (I sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman(I sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman I can never fall in love again Now I swear it was a movie setting, baby I played my part And all I wanted was a happy ending, but now I'm left with a broken heart (now he's left with a broken heart) (I sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman (I sold my heart) I sold my heart to the junkman I can never fall in love again I gave my heart to you, so open and trusting And you gave it back to me, it was broken up and busting (so I sold) I sold my heart to the junkman (yes I sold) I sold my heart to the junkman I can never fall in love again Yes I did sold my heart to the junkman Yes I did, yes I did Sold my heart to the junkman Now I can never fall in love again Since I sold my heart to the junkman. I WANNA BE WHERE THE BANDS ARE I hear the guitars ringing out there Ringing out down Union Street I hear the lead singer shouting out yeah And I wanna be a slave to the beat And tonight I wanna break my chains Somebody break my heart Somebody shake my brains Downtown they're singing what I wanna hear It's the sound little girl thats ringing in my ear 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 Get off from work and I grab something to eat I turn the corner and I drive down your street Little gray houses, mama, 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 want to feel, feel the crowd And when I tell you that I love you I wanna shout it out loud Shout it out loud Shout it out loud 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.....wanna.....be Where the bands are (Band music/noise) I WANNA BE WITH YOU So let the frozen sands crumble, crumble and fall Yeah that's all right, I don't mind at all Well let it all tumble right into the sea Yeah that's all right, that's fine with me Since you came down the line I don't sleep at night I got one thing on my mind And so every day, every night I wanna be with you I wanna be with you That's what I wanna do 'Cause you're so out of sight I wanna be with you I wanna be with you That's what I wanna do Well I lost my job at the Texaco station Instead of pumpin' gas I dreamed 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 Until the world falls apart I wanna be with you I wanna be with you That's what I wanna do Until they rip out my heart I wanna be with you I wanna be with you That's what I wanna do Bedtime, hold tight, love me just a little bit All night, a little bit more Tonight, tonight ... Oh I don't know, I don't know I don't understand itYou ain't pretty at all But I come when you whisper I run when you call And baby I can't stand it And baby that's all Ridin' by your side in my car 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 originally recorded for Darkness and The River I'M A COWARD (WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE) (G.Washington, B.Springsteen/B. Springsteen) I ain't afraid of no lions I ain't afraid of no grizzly bear I got in a wrestlin' match with old King Kong He didn't even muss my hair There's just one thing in the whole wide world That make me doubt my stuff I'm a coward when it comes to love Now bring down old Hulk Hogan King Kong Bundy too Bring down old Big Mike Tyson I'll show them what a real man can do They say the tougher' get goin' Now baby that's when the goin' get tough But I'm a coward when it comes to love I'm a coward when it comes to love I'm a coward when it comes to love You can bring on a different sexy girl At every night of the week Buddy that's okay But I start tremblin', my knees get weak Whenever I hear her say "Do you love me baby?" "Do you love me baby?" "Do you love me baby?" I got a muscle of iron I got another muscle made of steel But when we start kissin' 'n' huggin' You may be the bravest man in the whole wide world But Buddy, that ain't enough I'm a coward when it comes to love I'm a coward when it comes to love I'm a coward when it comes to love IF I WAS THE PRIEST Part of the Hammond demos. (recorded by Allan Clarke on solo album in 1975) written by Bruce Well there's a light on yonder mountain And it's calling me to shine There's a girl over by the water fountain And she's asking to be mine And ain't that Jesus, he's standing in the doorway With a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fine He says "We need you up in Dodge City, son 'Cause there's oh so many bad boys (just too many outlaw) Tryin' to work the same line" Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line There's still too many outlaws Tryin' to work the same line Now old sweet Virgin Mary She runs the Holy Grail saloon Where for a nickel they'll give you whisky And the personally blessed balloon And the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the most He runs the burlesque show Where they let you in for free But oh hit you for your soul when you go And Mary serves Mass on Sunday And then she sells her body on Monday To the bootlegger who will pay the highest price But he don't know he got stuck with a loser Mary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozer And she's only been made once or twice By some kind of magic Well things ain't been the same in Heaven Ever since big bad Bobby came to town He's been known to down eleven And then ask for another round And me I got scabs on my knees From kneeling way too long I gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belong And forget about the old friends and the old times Because there's just too many new boys Tryin' to work the same line Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line There's still too many bad boys Tryin' to work the same line Now there's a light on yonder mountain And it's calling me to shine There's a girl by the water fountain And she's asking to be mine And Jesus, he's standing in the doorway With his six-guns drawn, and ready to fan He says "We need you son, up in Dodge City" But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne [As recorded for the Laurel Canyon Publishing demo tape - 1972] IN FREEHOLD (as performed by Bruce in Freehold, New Jersey on Nov. 08, 1996) I was born right here on Randolph St. in Freehold Here, right behind that big red maple in Freehold Well, I went to school right here, got laid, and had my first beer in Freehold Well, my folks both lived and worked right here in Freehold I remember running up the street past the convent and church here in Freehold Chased my daddy down in these bars, first fell in love with this guitar here in Freehold Well, I had my first kiss at the YMCA canteen on Friday night Maria Espinosis tell me where are you tonight? You were 13 but way ahead of your time, I walked home with a limp but I felt fine that night in Freehold Well, the girls at Freehold Regional they looked pretty fine had my heart broke at least a half dozen times I wonder if they miss me, if they still get the itch if they'd dump me if they knew I'd strike it rich straight out of Freehold Well, Tex rest in peace, and Marion gave us kids a hand in Freehold George and I started up a little rock and roll band in Freehold Well, we learned pretty quick how to rock, I'll never forget the feeling of that first 5 bucks in my pocket that I earned in Freehold I got outta here really hard and fast in Freehold Everyone wanted to kick my ass back there in Freehold Well, if you were different, black or brown it was a bit of a red neck town back then in Freehold Well, something broke my daddy's back in Freehold In '69 he left and he never come back to Freehold Said, once he drove to California, 3000 miles in 3 days called my relatives some dirty names and drove straight out of Freehold My sister had her first little baby at 17 in Freehold Well, people they can be pretty mean Honey, you had a rough road to go, but you ain't made of nothin' but soul I love you more than you'll ever know We both survived Freehold Well, my buddy Mike, he's the mayor now in Freehold I remember when we used to have a lot more hair in Freehold Well, I left and swore I'd never walk these streets again, Jack Tonight all I can say is, holy shit I'm back, back in Freehold Well, this summer everything was green in Freehold Rode my kids on the fire engine through the streets of Freehold I showed 'em where daddy was born and raised, and first felt the sun on his face there in Freehold I still got a lot of good friends right here in town I can usually find me a free beer somewhere, with offers of free meals I am blessed... Should I go crazy, blow all my money and ruin my life, well at least I'll never go hungry, I guess, here in Freehold Well, I got a good Catholic education here in Freehold Led to an awful lot of masturbation here in Freehold Father, it was just something I did for a smile Hell, I still get a good one off once in a while and dedicate it to Freehold Don't get me wrong, I ain't puttin' nobody down Hell, in the end it all just goes and comes around It's one hell of a town Freehold.... FREEHOLD I was born right here on Randolph Street in Freehold Here right behind that big red maple in Freehold Well, I went to school right here Got laid and had my first beer In Freehold Well, my folks always lived and worked right here in Freehold I remember running up the street, past the condo to the church here in Freehold Chase my daddy down in these bars First fell in love with this guitar Here in Frehold Well, I had my first kiss at the YMCA canteen on a Friday night Maria Espenoza tell me where are you tonight? You were 13 but way ahead of your time I walked home with a limb but I felt fine That night in Freehold Well, the girls at Freehold Regional they looked pretty fine And my heart broke at least half a dozen times I wonder if they miss me, they still get the itch Would they have dumped me if they knew I'd strike a bridge? Straight out of Freehold Well, Tex, rest in peace, and Marion gave us kids a hand in Freehold George and me started up a little rock and roll band in Freehold Well, we learned pretty quick how to rock I'll never forget the feeling of that first 5 bucks in my pocket That I earned in Freehold Well, I got outta here really hard and fast in Freehold Everybody wanted to kick my ass back there in Freehold Well, if you were different, black or brown It was a bit of a redneck town Back then in Freehold Well, something broke my daddy's back in Freehold In '69 he left and he never come back to Freehold 'Cept once he drove from California, 3000 miles in three days Called my relatives some dirty names And pulled straight out of Freehold My sister had her first little baby at 17 in Freehold Well people they can be pretty mean Honey, you had a rough road to go, but you ain't made of nothin' but soul I love you more than you'll ever know We both survived Freehold Well, my buddy Mike, well, he's the mayor now in Freehold I remember when we used to have a lot more hair in Freehold Well, I left and swore I'd never walk these streets again, Jack Tonight all I can say is "Holy shit, I'm back!" Back in Freehold Well, this summer everything was green in Freehold Rode my kids on the fire engine through the streets of Freehold I showed 'em where their dad was born and raised And first felt the sun on his face There in Freehold Well, I still got a lot of good friends right here in town I can usually find me a free beer somewhere With offers of free meals I am blessed Should I go crazy, blow all my money and ruin my life, well, at least I'll never go hungry I guess Here in Freehold Well, I got a good Catholic education here in Freehold Led to an awful lot of masturbation here in Freehold Father, it was just something I did for a smile Hell, I still get a good one off once in a while And dedicate it to Freehold Don't get me wrong, I ain't puttin' anybody down Hell, in the end it all just goes and comes around It's one hell of a town, Freehold! - sent in by Karsten Stanley Andersen I WANT YOU Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan) The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophone says I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it's not that way I wasn't born to lose you I want you I want you I want you so bad Honey I want you The drunken politician leaps Upon the streets where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep They wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinking from my broken cup And ask me to open up The gate for you Now all my fathers They've gone down True love They've been without it But all their daughters Put me down 'Cause I don't Think about it Well I return to the queen of spades And talk with my chamber maid She knows that I'm not afraid to Look at her She is good to me and there's Nothing she doesn't see She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter Now your dancing child with the chinese suit He spoke to me I took his flute No I wasn't very cute to him Was I But I did it because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I Want you I want you I want you so bad Honey I want you IN MICHIGAN Well my mother rolled over and died in Michigan My dog got hit by a truck and I cried in Michigan I got drunk and puked up my guts in Michigan But I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright And man I'm riding here tonight in Michigan I ran a race and came in dead last in Michigan Yeah, I shot myself in the ass in Michigan I was lookin' for someplace to feel free But they busted my for just being me In Michigan But alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright And baby I'm riding high tonight in Michigan I ran into a little bad luck in Michigan I met a woman ??? Baby I'm running late but you got here one hell of a state In Michigan Oh Michigan This song has been played in a few towns in the US, each time the title has been changed and some of the lyrics as well. (GOTJ tour) JANEY, DON'T YOU LOSE HEART 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 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 You come home late and get undressed You lie in bed and feel this emptiness Well listen to me Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Till every river it runs dry Until the sun's torn from the sky Till every feel you've felt burst free Gone tumblin' down into the sea Listen to me Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart Janey don't you lose heart JANEY NEEDS A SHOOTER (Darkness outtake, written around 1974/5.) Well Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides. He investigates her and he silently bates her sighs He probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through his stethoscope. Hands are cold and his body's so old Janey turns him down like dope. Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style Well Janey's got a priest from his marble pulpit he smiles He provides concilation and confessions at anytime Through the pages of his bible he holds from what Janey hides With her doors open wide she begs come inside But he's frozen in the clear on the outside Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter man who knows her style, The way that I know her style Well Janey's got a cop who lives round the block and checks on her everynight From at through the jail outside her house his siren roars when he knows that I'm inside Well Janey's small and sometimes he scares her So I held her real close she flowed like a ghost And i told her bye, so long, I can't play that dope. Well Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter man who knows her style, Janey needs a shooter Jack A shooter man on her side Janey needs a shooter man A shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way that I know her style A man who knows her style The way I know your style You need a man who knows your style The way that I know your style A man who knows her style The way I know your style JANEY NEEDS A SHOOTER ('72 piano demo) Well Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides. He investigates her and silently bates her every little sigh. Oh, he probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through a stethescope. Oh, his hands are so old and his instruments so cold Janey turns him down like dope. And Janey's got a proctor. From his marble pulpit he smiles. He provides consolation and an open invitation to confession at any time. Between the pages of his bible he holds from what Janey he hides. With her doors open wide she begs "Come inside." He's too long been content to mess around with the handles on the outside. And Janey needs a shooter A shooter like this boy on her side Janey needs a shooter Someone who knows her style And I know her style Well Janey loved a mechanic who owned a gas station down on Route 9. Well she took him to bed and I beat my head on *his gas tanks and bled all over his tires. And then he smashed my car with big tow bar. I got out and asked him why. He said, "'Cuz with her it's either you or me, and it's gonna be me." And I watched Janey silently stand by. Then she flopped with a cop who lived 'round the block. He'd come peak in my window every night. Janey's skin would turn pale as the siren he'd wail outside my house all night long when he knew she was inside. She said his big gun was fun but Janey's small, and sometimes he scared her. So I held her real close. She was more a saint than a ghost. And told her I so long had been prepared for her. And Janey needs a shooter A shooter just like me on her side Janey needs a shooter Somebody who won't let her slide And I can't let her slide Woah, stay in here tonight, baby, and I won't let you slide. I'm stayin' here tonight, woah, Janey, and I won't let you slide. I'm stayin' here tonight. Baby I'm a-can'(t) let you slide. JAZZ MUSICIAN Well it's Saturday night in New Jersey And you're feeling kinda wet Now the summer heat is getting you worried So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat And you've got a woman on the other side of the law But it ain't cool to go see her yet Because her ex-old man's a city cop Who thinks he's auditioning for Dragnet So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn And in the Blue Light Lounge Where death was born The jazz musician blows his horn You pop a letter to your baby in Richmond 'Cause you're feeling pretty down She's kinda small but at least she's a rich one Oh, and she needs you real bad And sometimes that's all that counts You had a teenage band and flying hands And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the South But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage And someone tried to revive you mouth to mouth You felt a pain in your chest As you passed the crown And in the Blue Light Lounge The lights went down And the audience slipped silently out of town Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud Because he can't understand what you're saying And the word's out when they pushed him in the hole Everybody knows that he went out praying Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk's bright And alive with the light of the living Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight 'Cause it's a big bad city And this boy's got a lot for the givingI'm stranded in the jungle First stage witness at a company killing I'm clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet Promised sixty bucks a week And guaranteed top billing Well you can live a life of love in New York Only if you don't, if you don't love living And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town Telling tales of his back seat women And out on the corner there's no room to move 'Cause everybody's trying so hard to groove And in the Blue Light Lounge The jazz musician plays his blues - From hammon demos JEANNY NEEDS A SHOOTER (cover: Warren Zevon. Written by Springsteen) I was born down by the river Where the dirty river flows And the cool wind cut through me It cut right through my clothes And the anger and the yearning Like fever in my veins Set the fire burning She came down from Knightstown With her hands hard from the line From the first time I laid eyes on her I knew that she's be mine Her father was a lawman He swore he'd shoot me dead 'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie And I'd have her like I'd said Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter We met down by the river On the final day in May And when I leaned down to kiss her She did not turn away I drew out all my money And together we did vow To meet that very evening And to get away somehow Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter Jeannie needs a shooter The night was cold and rainy Down by the borderline I was riding hard to meet her When a shot rang out behind As I lay there in the darkness With a pistol by my side Jeannie and her father Rode off into the night Jeannie needs a shooter JESSE Oh Jesse, you better start thinkin' about saving your neck Oh Jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respect you got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle out the stage door And darling Jesse, do you know what its all for? Ah Jesse, your manager brought by them eight by ten glossies of your band Oh Jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck and come on with nails in your hands With your insides showing and your New York band blowin' them old Chicago blues Ah Jesse, can't you see you're the one Jesse Ah Sonny, this time its you Well Jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pants And Jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance She's got eyes that tell no lies She's seen so many wars Ah be a good boy Jesse, tell her she don't have to look no more. Well Jesse, he knows all the tricks to get the crowd reeling Oh and Jesse, ya he rocks 'em with that old soul feeling And he walks off the stage in a self-adoring haze and gets shoved right out the door Whoa Jesse, can't you see now boy that that's what its all about Jesse Not even time to do that old played out encore Whoa Jesse JOHNNY BYE BYE Well she drew out all her money from the Southern Trust And put her little boy on the Greyhound Bus Leaving Memphis with a guitar in his hand With a one way ticket to the Promised Land Hey little girl with the red dress on There's party tonight down in Memphis down I'll be going down there if you need a ride The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died We drove to Memphis the sky was hard and black Up over the ridge came a white Cadillac They drawed out all his money and they laid him in the back A woman cried from the roadside "Oh he's gone, he's gone" They found him slumped up against the drain With a whole lotta trouble running through his veins Bye bye Johnny Johnny bye Bye You didn't have to die You didn't have to die (All aboard! Train I ride... Sixteen coaches long) JUST LIKE A WOMAN (Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan) Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Everybody knows That baby has got me closed But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl Queen Mary she's my friend Yes I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That baby can't be blessed 'Till she finally sees That she's like all the rest With her fog her amphetamine and her pearls It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that I just can't fit Yes I believe it's for us to quit When we meet again introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world Ah you fake just like a woman, yes you do You make love just like a woman, yes you do And you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl LADY AND THE DOCTOR The lady keeps the doctor in a place inside her pocket The circle made her circle like a wheel The doctor gives a strange love, but the lady she don't knock it She's glad to get a piece of anything Because the lady needs the medicine ???????????? Doctor needs the lady to see The doctor keeps the lady in a page in a book on the history of communicable diseases The lady's been to school, she lets the doctor play it cool. He writes the script, she follows his lead. 'Cause the doctor writes love story so fine The lady's learned to read between the lines Sometime The doctor, he takes housecalls where he visits the animals in their stalls, shoots them full of juice and then goes home. The lady hits the supermarket where she rides the aisles in a shopping cart 'till she feels she's played enough of the part to set by ooh, The lady feels its enough to just be good. But the doctor has his need to be understood. The doctor feels he's so abused and the lady feels she's so unused and demands the doctor tends her daily parts. Ooh, but the doctor just can't do it because so long ago the lady blew it, they're too old now to make another start. The lady feels the doctor's made of stone. The doctor' heart, it just ain't fond of ?home? LET'S GO I hear the guitars ringing out Ringing out down Union Street I hear the lead singer shouting out yeah I wanna be a slave to the beat Yeah, I want something that'll break my chains Something to break my heart Something to shake my brains Little rocker ????? around (on?) tonight (delight?) So meet me on down Meet me on down 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 Where the bands are I wanna be where the bands are Where the bands are I wanna be where the bands are I....wanna.....be I....wanna.....be I....wanna.....be Where the bands are Where the bands are I....wanna.....be Where the bands are I Wanna Start A New Life We left our home in the hillside (?) We left back family and our friends (?) We came down here to ... To start all over again We left when the fields were ... ... ... I wanna start a new life I wanna start a new life I wanna ... forget about the man that I used to be LET'S GO TONIGHT (JOHNNY BYE BYE) Hey little girl with the red dress on There's a party tonight down in ... Yeah and I'm goin' if you need a ride Come on, come on, let's go tonight Well baby the dreamers .... They ride down the streets with death in their eyes And the new world's defeat, baby, it eats your eyes Come on, come on, let's go tonight I said come on, come on, let's go tonight Well a man ... And he lost his wife He walks down the streets babe, with death in his eyes Well everybody wants heaven But nobody wants to die Come on, come on, let's go tonight Baby, come on, come on, let's go tonight I said come on, come on, let's go tonight 'Oh yeah, yeah. To me that is one of the greatest records of all time. If I had to pick one, I'd pick that one I think. That was for me as a kid, it was just so tremendously, tremendously powerful. It was this sort of big "You Are Not Alone" (laughs) that came shouting through the radio. When I was 16 and living in a little town in New Jersey that was really just profoundly influential for me, for my music. It made me want to, it made me want to reach for at least the kind of territory he was covering in that music. I thought that was revolutionary at the time and it was really, really inspirational.' from BBC interview LIKE A ROLLING STONE (Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan) Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime Didn't you People called say beware doll You're bound to fall You thought they were all Kidding you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hanging it out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging For your next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone You've gone to the finest school Allright miss lonely But you know you only used to get Juiced in it Nobody's ever taught you How to live in the street And now you're gonna have to get Used to it You say you never compromise With the mystery tramp But now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say do you want to do Make a deal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your homeWith no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns When they all did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people Get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse With your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything He could steal How does it feel How does it feel To hang on your home With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone Princess on the steeple And all the pretty people They're drinking thinking That they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you'd better Take a diamond ring You'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags And the language that he used Go to him now he calls you You can't refuse When you ain't got nothing You got nothing to lose You are invisible nowYou got no secrets to conceal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your home With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone LIGHT OF DAY recorded by Barbusters (Joan Jett and the Blackhearts) (Light of Day soundtrack) Well I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now I'm a little hot wired and I'm feeling alright now I got some money in my pocket and I won't need a ride now I got a big cherry car and my baby by my side now (chorus) Well I'm a little hot-wired but I'm feeling ok And I got a little lost along the way And I'm just around the corner from the light of day Just around the corner from the light of day Well driving 500 miles got 100 to go, yeah I've got rock and roll music on the radio I've got a brother on the rig who's from the Gulf Coast He said the girls down there are really the most, yeah (chorus) Well I got thrown out of work on the Kokomo Don't ask me what I'm doing cause I don't know He wasn't joking when he wrote me that letter Things can't get worse so they got to get better (chorus) First performed 4/12/87 at the Stone Pony by Bruce and a few E-Streeters, in the first of the pre-Tunnel of Love tour club appearances down the Shore): LINDA LET ME BE THE ONE Midnight boys are outside Scrapin' tears up off the street Standing guard over the window Where the lonely Linda sleeps There's a kid named Eddie Walks like an angel in defeat The ashes of a romance come Traces Linda's name in a seat Calls Linda will you let me be the one Linda will you, hey let me be the one Linda will you let me be the one Linda will you let me be the one In a room full of contenders Shadow boxin', Eddie's strong Till he drops through a feigned surrender To the canvas draped in scarves Stole from Linda's bedroom The night he laid at her feet And the midnight boys were wasted Down on King Street He calls out Linda will you let me be the one Linda will you, hey let me be the one Linda will you let me be the one Linda will you let me be the one Midnight's base is St Mary's Midnight boys hide from the rain Stay with the stolen sisters Till the streets are dry again Talking fast cars and chrome parts Different worlds and strange girls Empty homes, busted hearts And kneeling with Linda in the dark Linda will you let me be the one Linda will you, hey let me be the one Linda will you let me be the one LITTLE GIRL SO FINE (cover: Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes. Written by Springsteen and Steve van Zandt. On album - This Time It's for Real (1977) ) After the music had stopped I still heard it playing I moved a little closer to hear The words she was saying She said I'll never break your heart I'll never try to fake it My love is here for you All you have to do is take it Kisses sweeter than wine My little girl so fine The night seemed to say it was right But could I believe her My heart said, it's time to go But my eyes wouldn't leave her There's always somebody trying to break your heart Somebody trying to take it My little girl tried so hard To help me make it Kisses sweeter than wine My little girl so fine Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la Oh, oh, sha la la So fine Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la Oh, oh, sha la la So fine When we danced I forgot everything and whispered Hold me tight Take a chance On what tomorrow brings Won't you be mine, be mine Be mine tonight We walked away laughing together Into the night for ever and ever and ever Now I know I'll never break me baby's heart I'll never try to fake it I'll give her all my love All she has to do is take it Kisses sweeter than wine My little girl so fine Kisses sweeter than wine My little girl so fine Oh, oh, oh, oh Kisses sweeter than wine My little girl so fine Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la Oh, oh, sha la la So fine LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT She said we could just sleep together, There'd be nothing wrong. We could just hold each other with our clothes on. I went to answer, I don't think we should. Then I heard a voice say, yeah, I guess we could. She kissed me lightly and said you know sometimes when you're down, It's the little things that count It's the little things that count It's the little things... She said it was too late, I really shouldn't try to drive. She unbuttoned my shirt and whispered just close your eyes. Here, let me take your boots off, you know sometimes when your luck's run out It's the little things that count It's the little things that count It's the little things... Bridge: Her dress rode lightly as she walked Then she pulled the covers down. (harmonica break) Well I was so dry, she held a water glass to my lips, And the polish on her nail was chipped. She said she had a boyfriend that I reminded her of. His hair was the same muddy brown; she stuck her tongue in my mouth... (transcribed from 12-8-95 performance.) LONG TIME COMING (denver version). where the creek runs shallow and sandy the moon swoops over the stars ------- straight into my arms I'm going to get birth naked and bury my old soul and dance on it's grave dance on his grave It's a long time coming a long time coming my dear But now it's here my daddy was a stranger lived in a hotel downtown when I was a kid he was just somebody I'd see around somebody I'd see around It's a long time coming a long time coming my dear But now it's here down below and pulling on my shirt I got some kids of my own but if I had one wish kids that your mistakes would be your own your sins would be your own It's a long time coming a long time coming my dear But now it's here I am laying under the arms of Cassiopeia the sword of Orion sweeps it's me and you Rosie crackling like crossed wires I listen to you breathing in your sleep the sparks of the fire are left burning lie 2 kids in sleeping bags I reach under your shirt and feel your belly there's another one kicking inside I promise I ain't going to fuck it up this time - from GOTJ tour LOOK TO THE LAND Well, I dreamed I was a gypsy riding the land with a tambourine and a gypsy queen and a rainbow caravan ??? ???? yeah, but I won't be stealing diamonds from the rich men to throw in the sea singing look to the land 'cause the land is the key keep an eye on the lake, yeah and an eye on the sea Yes, I dreamed I was a cabin boy on that American clipper line ??? ??? SouthCaroline oh bring flowers for the captain that they may not wilt on the ??? ????? (yeah, allright) Yes I dreamed I was the captain of a river queen carressing Mississippi waters down to New Orleans just a riverboat captain that's what I want to be won't you come on now I'll let you ride my ?? Singin' look towards the river for the river's the key keep an eye on the river and an eye on the sea (and you know it's allright) Where the sun shines I will go mama take my hand I wanna bring you to the lake and the wild wind blows and the mountains grow and the people know yes they know you must let the river flow, let the river go Where the river flows I will follow, where the sun shines I must go now mama, take my hand I wanna bring you to the lake where the wild wind blows and the people know and the mountains grow, yes they grow and the river flows, gotta let the river flow Yes I dreamed I was a river flowing free and I dreamed that ?? just flow naturally yes I dreamed I was a crystal mountain stream running down the biggest mountain you've ever seen, singin' Look towards the river for ????? keep an eye on the river and an eye on the sea Dreamed I was your lover 'cause that's what I wanna be I dreamed that every night you dreamed only of me we'll walk together by the sea hand in hand I'd tell you you were my only woman and I'll be your only man, singin' Look towards the lovers for they are the key keep an eye on the lovers and an eye on the war machine LOOKING OUT FOR NO. 1 (Mr. Outside) Mr. Outside They call him Mr. Outside Cause he don't care Mr. Outside He's just havin' his fun Mr. Outside He's just looking out for No. 1 Well Mr. Outside All your money and your power Won't help you come the dark hour Well kingdoms crumble Unto your feet You're lest another thief out on the street Mr. Outside Yeah he don't care Mr. Outside He's just having his fun Mr. Outside Oh looking out for No. 1 Dark glasses and money for hire He got (?) and hight tension wire (?) He got dark,dark cadillac He got pretty little little girl in back Mr. Outside Oh yeah he don't care Mr. Outside He's just having his fun Mr. Outside Just looking out for No. 1 Oh little baby got no diamond ring You cry cause you ain't got no pretty things Them pretty things babe just look dumb You gotta take 'em when they come Mr. Outside Oh lord he don't care Mr. Outside Oh has his fun Mr. Outside He's just looking out for No. 1 Mr. Outside Oh yeah he don't care Mr. Outside He's just having his fun Mr. Outside He's just looking out for No. 1 LOOSE ENDS 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 out love could hold No, no It was like we held a noose And baby without check We pulled it a little tighter around our necks Each one waiting for the other Darling to say when Now baby you can leave me tonight on the loose end We didn't count tomorrows We took what we had and baby we ran There was no place 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 It was like we held a noose and baby without check we pulled 'til it grew tighter around our necks each one waiting for the other darling to say when oh baby you can leave me tonight on the loose end Our love has fallen around us Like we said it never would 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 But it was like we held a noose And baby without check we pulled 'til it grew tighter around our necks each one waiting for the other darling to say when oh baby you can leave me tonight on the loose end On a loose end Thanks to Mark from Boston for the diligent transcription from tape. LOVE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF TOWN (cover: Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes. Written by Springsteen and Steve van Zandt. on 'This Time It's For Real' in 1977.) I was there When you needed someone Look now baby And see what we have undone Oh I did most of the talking But you were the one who lied Bye bye baby Out love is tumbling down I can't be hanging around Love on the wrong side of town Oh baby You were gone When I needed you by my side There was no one To dry the tears from my eyes Oh you were the one who cheated But I was the one who cried Bye bye baby Out love is tumbling down I can't be hanging around Love on the wrong side of town Bye bye baby Out love is tumbling down I can't be hanging around Love on the wrong side of town Bye bye baby Love on the wrong side of town Bye bye baby Bye bye darling Bye bye baby LOVE'S ON THE LINE (cover: Gary U.S.Bonds. Written by Springsteen) Tell me baby Have we lost everything that we had before What do you do in the day When I walk out the door I can see you made up your mind And I know our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line With each passing day I gotta watch more and more what I say to you I can feel your eyes looking through me As I sit at the table at dinnertime I can feel our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line I watch our kids Growin' up, going to school Is there anything else for us now Are we both just fools Wasting our precious time At night we lay in bed But it's like you're not even there There's something real bad Going wrong somewhere Last night I heard you cry And I know our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line, our love's on the line Love's on the line MAN AT THE TOP Here comes a lawyer,here comes a cop. Here comes a rich, here comes a car-hop. Goin' on forever, ain't ever gonna stop. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Well, name your gun, son, shoot your shot. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Now rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief. Doctor, lawyer, indian chief. Don't ever start to ask them why. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Well, name your gun, son, shoot your shot. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. All right (All right). Oh yeah (Oh yeah) All right now (All right). Oh yeah (Oh yeah) Man at the top says it's lonely up there. If it is man, I don't care. Build a big white house. Build a parking lot. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Here comes a banker, here comes a businessman. Here comes a kid with a guitar in his hand. Dreamin' of his record in number one spot. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Well, name your gun son, shoot your shot. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Say right now (All right). Say yeah now (Oh yeah) Say right...Who's the man at the top? Who's the man at the top, now? MANY RIVERS TO CROSS There's so many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over Wandering, I'm lost As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover Many rivers to cross And it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been hurt, washed up for years But I mearly survive because of my pride And this loneliness won't leave me alone, It's such a drag to be on your own My baby left, and she wouldn't say why, Now all I do is cry... I've got many rivers to cross And it's only my will that keeps me alive I've got so many rivers to cross, Oh, so many rivers to cross... MARIE Marie, she comes to me in the twilight When the wind blows down across the river So cold, the fishermen cry She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence Till my bare nerves, they sing Like the strings of a violin And the room seeps into a savage silence Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night And Marie she skins me alive Carves her initials in my side Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife And the horses pound like thunder They bolt like lightning on her range She feels she's going under and she zeros in the rein She's so strange Well, Marie, you know, she's the queen of all the stallions And I'm her prince of mules And one of her principal fools Marie, she's got the claws of a falcon And she's perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes Like at night ... Or when the neighbors come to dine Marie, she skins me alive Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone Branded to the bone And my heart pounds like her horses Oh, stampeding on the range Marie knows all the sources And she shoots me with her pain And for her, I take it, Lord, down in my veins And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy All across the concrete prairies of Bleecker Street Marie, she can be so strangeBut she's the only lonely cowgirl on my range MARY LOU Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men Well baby don't me picture in there with them Don't make me some little girl's dream that can never come true Oh baby, don't do it to me I won't do it to you Mary Lou, I'm not like all those other guys Mary Lou, I won't fill pretty head with their pretty lies Mary Lou, and dreams that never, never, never ever will come true Mary Lou, I don't deserve to hurt and make you cry like you do You seen all the romantic movies You dream to take the boys home But when the action fades you're left all alone You deserve more than this, oh your love that can grow And not playing outtakes, girl, from some late-late show, no no Mary Lou, you're not like all those others girls Mary Lou, so afraid to shake up that real world Every night you go out lookin' for true love's satisfaction But you'll end up setting for just lights, camera, action In another cameo role with some bit-player you befriended You're gonna go broken-hearted lookin' for that happy ending Mary Lou, I know all those movies too Mary Lou, now one wants the dreams, baby, more than I do But Mary Lou, you're gonna end up baby just another ticket stub Mary Lou, cryin' alone in the theatre as the credits roll MY LOVE WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN At night I go to bed But I just can't sleep I got something runnin' around my head Ooh that just won't keep In the silence I hear my heart beatin' Time slippin' away I got a time bomb tickin' deep inside of me Girl all I want to say I keep searchin' for you darlin' Searchin everywhere I go And when I find you there's gonna be just one thing that you gotta know One thing you gotta know My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down At night I walk the streets lookin' for romance But I always end up stumblin' in a half trance I search for a connection in some new eyes That hardly protect you from too many dreams passed by I see you standin, across the room watchin' me without a sound I'm gonna push my way through that crowd I'm gonna tear your holy walls down Tear all your walls down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down Well hold still now darlin' Hold still for God's sake Cause I got me a promise I ain't afraid to make (I ain't afraid to make) My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down My love, love, love, love, love, love, will not let you down NATIVE AMERICAN (Music and Lyrics by Little Steven) I am Native American Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah (Steven and Bruce) Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Woh Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Woh Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Woh (Editors note: the above is war cry of the Lakota(Sioux) meaning "Let's Go - Now") Life was forever when we were young (Steven) The land was protected for everyone (Bruce) Forever as long as the rivers run (Both) But now the water no longer comes (Steven) And now all that remains (Both) Is darkness a poisoned Earth And now before it's too late We must provide our own new birth Chorus: I am Native American I am Native American The question of honor you must decide (Bruce) The soul of the nation has been denied (Steven) Our dreams have been stolen before our eyes (Both) How do you say there's no tomorrow to a child? (Bruce) >From us there is much to learn (Both) There is so much you've forgotten You can't change me Try and understand I am proud of who I am Chorus: I am Native American I am Native American We must try and remember what we're here for (Steven) You will suffer the darkness alone no more (Bruce) You will have the strength of all of us gathered here today (Both) That is something they can never take away (Bruce) Chorus: I am Native American I am Native American Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah (Steven and Bruce) Ho Ka Hey Wah Nah Woh repeat 7 more times til fade NEW JERSEY IS MY HOME I'm proud New Jersey is my home Yeah said I'm proud now New Jersey is my home Well they're breaking out the tractors to build more interstates They're moving out my neighbors all across the Garden State I'm proud New Jersey is my home Yeah said I'm proud now New Jersey is my home They're closing all the factories making people lose their jobs While the fat cats get rich living high upon the hog I'm proud New Jersey is my home Yeah said I'm proud now New Jersey is my home Yeah they're grooving down at Freehold this bird's left in line (?) ? ain't what the people had in mind I'm proud New Jersey is my home Yeah said I'm proud now New Jersey is my home I'm proud New Jersey is my home Yeah so proud that New Jersey is my home Yes we're not gonna take it gonna make that final stand 'Cuz you know we ain't ever gonna let them destroy the promised land Yeah, yeah, yeah New Jersey is my home New Jersey is my home New Jersey is my home and I like it Yeah I'm going down the Garden State Parkway I'm passing my hometowns I'm going here to get my friends gonna mess around this town Yeah, yeah NIGHT (alt) Get up every morning at the sound of the bell Get to work late and the boss man give you hell And you're out on a midnight run you're not taking any heat from anyone. And it feels right, as you lock up the house, turn out the light and step out into the night. And the world is bustin' out it seems and you're just a prisoner of your dreams holdin' on for your life. You work all day to prove it in the night The rat trap's filled with soul crusaders Circus line and jammed with you're checking with your buddies on the boulevard as you jockey your way through the cars and sit at the light, as it changes to green, you ??? the machine and off you scream into the night. And you're in love with all the wonder it brings And every muscle in your body sings As the highway ignites You work nine to five trying to stay alive in the night. You're out all day bustin your rump on the outside, But tonight you're going to break on through to the inside, tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight. And you know she will be waiting there And you'll find her somehow you swear, somewhere, tonight You'll run wild and free and all you will see Is the night, the night, the night. NO NEED She's a broken winged angel Refugee from things her mama knew And she's done everything the Bible say not to do Well I don't know if she believes in Jesus The good book, or even Satan you see I'm just trying to get her to believe in me Oh, 'cause when I see her face No matter where I am I'm in the right place And the girls I left behind Oh, they never satisfied me, it's so true But baby, baby, you do She's the belle of Eighth Street High society's midnight vamp Oh, she's my queen and I'm her tramp Yes she's a free falling flyer And she flows whichever way that the wind blows And she's the only woman I never knew Who could teach me more about me, bind me in chains And still let me be free My heart swells up inside Starts beating like I'm gonna die And my body breaks in pain As she falls down on me like the rain It's only her and my songs that keep me from going insane And I guess I'm one of those people Who measures love in pain You see, I never had too much personal success And to me there's nothing sweeter Than a teardrop of rain I just love that feeling of sadness Oh and it worries me so ... She's my West Side angel She looks so funky in her Hollywood wing And she knows how I stumble when I talk So she says: "Don't talk, babe, just sing" And I have seen her body in candle glow In the deep heart of the night When you finally let loose of everything Oh, and she loves me like such a good woman And still, oh, she's just a sweet young thing And I know this might sound crazy or just the words of a young fool But I swear I'd be on the floor And she ever walked out the door I swear I'd wish that she would shoot me first And I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe it's true And that's what scares me worst 'Cause I dance for her Take any chance for her And I play for her Lord God knows I play for her And I need for her And I bleed for her NONE BUT THE BRAVE Tonight down on Union Street I'm thinkin' back, baby, to you and me To the way you used to be And your words come back to me From passing cars Their voices sing out In empty bars where guitars ring out We'd be the lucky one to get out You said, None baby but the brave No one baby but the brave Oh strong enough to save something From what they gave None baby but the brave No one baby but the brave Now in dreams these nights I see you my friend The way you were back then Ah, on a night like this I know that girl no longer exists Except for a moment in some stranger's eyes Or in a nameless girl In cars rushin' by That's where I find you tonight And in my heart it still survives To none, baby, but the brave No one baby but the brave Oh strong enough to save Something from the love they gave Yeah, none baby but the brave No one baby but the brave Now tonight once more I search Every face on that crowded floor Looking for I don't know what for Something that ain't there no more There's a girl standin' by the band She reminds me of you And I asked her to danceAs the drummer counts his play I take her hand and we move away And tonight, now I'll see old friends caught in things they got no chance to win Just gettin' beaten, and then playin' again 'Till their strength gives out Or their hearts give in Who's that man who thinks he can decide whose dreams will live And who(se) shall be pushed aside Did he ever walk down this streets at night And looked into the eyes Baby, of none, baby, but the brave No one baby but the brave No, none baby but the brave No one baby but the brave No one baby,no one but the brave ON THE PROWL (cover: Cats On A Smooth Surface. Written by Springsteen) Well night after lonely night My head don't touch the bed I'm on a two-lane black-top Cruisin' in my rocket sled I'm on the prowl Yeah I'm on the prowl Well I'm looking for a gal, gal, gal Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the prowl There's only one thing that I'm certain Every mile, mile, mile Keep a-searchin', serachin', serachin' For a wild, wild, child I'm on the prowl I'm on the prowl I'm looking for a gal, gal, gal Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the prowl They got a name for Dracula And Frankenstein's son They ain't got no name now (Mister) For this monster (thing that) I've become I'm on the prowl I'm on the prowl I'm looking for a gal, gal, gal Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the prowl I keep lookin' I keep searchin' I keep searchin' I keep searchin' Only one thing that I'm certain Every mile, mile, mile I keep searchin', searchin', searchin', searchin', searchin' In the morning I check my mirror And I hang my head and cry But at night I get a burning, burning, burning deep inside I'm on the prowl I'm on the prowl I'm looking for a gal, gal, gal Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the prowl In the morning I check my mirror And I hang my head and cry But at night I get a burning, burning, burning, burning, burning. burning There's only one thing that I'm certain Every while, while, while While my heart is hurtin', hurtin' Every mile, mile, mile I gotta keep searchin', searchin', searchin', searchin', searchin' OUT OF WORK (cover: Gary U.S.Bonds. Written by Springsteen) 8 a.m. I'm up and my feet beating on the sidewalk Down at the unemployment agency, all I get is talk I check the want ads but there just ain't nobody hiring What's a man supposed to do when he's down and he's Out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm unemployed, I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I go to pick my girl up Her name is Linda Brown Her dad invites me in He tells me to sit down The small talk that we're making Is going pretty smooth But then he drops a bomb "Son, what d'ya do ?" I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm unemployed, I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work Hey Mr President I know you got your plans You're doing all you can now to aid the little man We got to do our best to whip that inflation down Maybe you got a job for me just driving you around I'm out of work These hard times, they're enough To make a man lose his mind I'm out of work Up there you got a job but down here below I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm unemployed, I'm out of work I need a job, I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work I'm out of work OUTSIDE LOOKING IN It's over now, the thing we had I ain't sorry, babe, I just feel mad You walk real pretty and you talk real fine Night after night you wrote the lines My life's the same story Again and again I' m on the outside looking in On the outside looking in Hey, make-believe ain't real I don't doubt the way I feel You walk real pretty and you talk real sweet Well babe I was born in the driving seat My life's the same story Again and again I' m on the outside looking in On the outside looking in Yes I' m on the outside looking in It's over now, the thing we had I ain't sorry, babe, I just feel mad You walk real pretty and you talk real fine Night after night you wrote the lines My life's the same story Beginning to end Beginning to end I' m on the outside looking in On the outside looking in Yes I' m on the outside looking in Yes I am Yes I guess I am Baby I' m on the outside looking in PILGRIM IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE It was Christmas Eve, I was standin' in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls, Nude - Nude - Nude" In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow-job to a man in a Santa Claus suit His beard was crooked, his hat askew Embarrassed, I turned to go When from the back seat of that Mazda I heard somebody shout "Oh Baby, don't stop" And a merry "Ho-ho-ho" When I walked inside, I ordered a beer and a double shot of whisk And in three minutes I had fallen in love The DJ announced "Ladies and gentlemen, from Forth Worth, Texas: Lady Godiva" And I sat and worshipped 'neath the angel above At the end of her set she brushed her hair Came and sat on the stool to my right And said "Will you buy me a drink?" My heart beats fast, my trousers grew tight And wittily I replied "Uhhh...." She showed me a picture of her kid Said during the day she's an art student She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this Of course, present company excluded. On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, ma, just a pilgrim in the temple of love Well then Santa came stumblin' in, and somebody shouted "Hey Santa, where's your elves?" He sat down on the stool to my left And the bartender took a vodka bottle of the shelf He asked if Mrs. Claus had called To tell her he worked on the late shift at the mall And he was sorry, but he just got through I turned and I asked him: "How's the kid this year, Santa?" Beneath his breath he whispered "A merry fuck you" Well then the owner come over and he was a short gfat ugly guy With a funny kind of pushed-in face He shook my hand and said it was the first time They'd ever had a real superstar in this place Lady Godiva bought me a few drinks And words came out of my mouth What they were, I couldn't guess But it was something about showgirls, lapdancing, motley crue You can guess the rest Well I walked outside, snow was falling I had some toys to put together - it was Christmas time Santa followed me into the parking lot And threw up on the hood of the car next to mine I gave him my handkerchief, pulled out onto the highway And as I sat at the light I swear I saw a sleigh with a dozen of reindeers Pull up out of the parking lot and cut across the mall And a voice shouted "Merry Christmas to all you assholes and to all a good fucking night!" PINK CADILLAC You may think I'm fooling 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 about that Well come on over here and hug me And, 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 you 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 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 you do there in 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 Monty Here's the lyrics to Preacher's Daughter. Note the similarities. If you haven't heard this song, it's DEFINITELY a must. IMHO, this takes a VERY close second for his best song of all time, just behind the acoustic Thunder Road (far surpassing anything that was ever released!). PREACHER'S DAUGHTER [opens very soft and slow, to the tune of Mona/She's the One] I got a date with the preacher's daughter She give me life she bring me water. Every Sunday I watch her work Pretty little (siff?) in a pretty little church Daddy gives her nod she takes collection Daddy gives her nod she kneels by her side. Well I'd sell my soul for just one touch The Lord would too if he loved her half as much. Well I got a date with the preacher's daughter. Her Daddy say that the boy's no good Just want to raise some (coons?) out through the back woods Well baby better believe what your Daddy say Just wanna ramrod baby my life away. It's a long walk to heaven and a road filled with sin And they better open up the freeway to let me in. 'Cuz I got a date with the preacher's daughter Well now I don't care what the preacher say Haaaaayyyy [IDENTICAL to "Haaaaayyyy, Mona"] Well now I don't care what the preacher do Haaaaayyyy I don't care what the preacher like Haaaaayyyy I don't care what the preacher think Haaaaayyyy Leads me to water but won't let me drink. He leads me to water but won't let me drink. (Big Man) [maracas start, music picks up, Bruce starts yelling] And now it's (whole little world?) on Saturday night Two boys fighting in a halo of light Car door flung open and a radio loud And everybody shouting and running around. Two guys bloody and one I don't know And all little girls shouting "Go Billy go" Go Billy go. Well just as I got the preacher's daughter ready for a light And (missed a VH fire?) and something ain't right. And like a she-devil howlin' from the gates of hell Goddam here come the preacher in his Coupe DeVille Burnin' up the backroad kicking in the dirt And oh baby preacher thinks he is church Well now your lips they shine in the willow mist And I swear I'd take you down (young croft?) for just one kiss I got a date with the preacher's daughter I got a date with the preacher's daughter And it's haaaaayyyyoooo I got a date with the preacher's daughter hmmmmm... PRODIGAL SON In a place where outlaws abound from the range ???on a day mountains has fallen to falls??? In a land where boys are forbiden to grow And Mell is the only master Were the higway ends and the desert breakes and buildings are bendt from great earthquackes And statesmen crawl on their bellys like snakes And feed of the public hunger In a land were sky-scrapers scratch the sky And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner he ???waitin' to beat the drum??? Welcome Home My Prodigal Son When Rivers run raging through city streets And great eagels have fallen from their loofty peaks And policemen moonlight the sideshow freeks for the final crime is commited When Presidents ride in Ford Mustangs And the Black man releases his Caddilac ???fangs??? And your chech died in bed as the landlord thanks the young girl next door for the rent Where telegraph wires are atached to your mind Delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner ???waitin to beat the drum??? Welcome Home My Prodigal Son When the telephone rings and falls of the hook And your legs have been stolen by some defense department crook And you startin' to think about writing a book But now you won't pledge allingence to anything And the maid comes in with coffee and cake In a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake You explain your not dead and she takes it as a compliment and sticks out her tounge and asks for requests In a land were skyscrapers scrapes the sky and delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner ???waitin' to beat the drum??? Welcome Home My Prodigal Son PROTECTION (cover: Donna Summer. Written by Springsteen) Night after night I keep holding on You say you love me Then you leave me so lonely Baby I don't believe a word you're sayin' I think it's all some evil game you're playin' Still all day long all I do is think about you You got me believin' that I can't live without you Well if you want it, here's my confession Baby I can't help it, you're my obsession Protection, that's what I need I need protection, baby, from your love Protection, that's what I need I need protection, baby, from your love I wait at home by the telephone When I call your house, baby, you're not there Knock on the door and I rush down the stairs When I open up, baby, you're not there When we're together When we're together and you put your arms around me You keep my mind Forever, ever in doubt You want me believin' That, baby, I can't live without Protection, that's what I need I need protection, baby, from your love Protection, that's what I need I need protection, baby, from your love We stand alone, at my window And stare out, at the shadows down below I feel your fingers on my face I want to stay, I want to run away Protection, that's what I need I need protection, baby, from your love Protection, that's what I need I need protection, baby, from your love Protection Liner notes on "Lost Masters" bootleg CD: Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, The Hit Factory, New York City, August 1, 1983. The full E Street Band completed take of song written for Donna Summer. RAISE YOUR HAND (Steven Cropper, Eddie Floyd, Alvertis Isbell) If there's something you need That you just don't have Well just don't sit there Feeling bad Come on now get up Try and understand Just raise your hand Baby here I am You know I'm standing in line I wanna give you my love Please let me try Come on now get up Try and understand Just raise your hand 1966 RANDOLPH STREET (MASTER OF ELECTRICITY) I remember yesterday and I'd sit and watch the hound dogs play Howlin' at the China moon ??Now yesterday is the busted blues Life was young, things were easy, Days were short, nights were warm Time were good. Hate was shallow ??The horse crazy behind the ???? I swear that I've seen your face somewhere back in that time and I'm in theat place. Do you remember? The old house stood like World War Two with just rooms and a hall to be used. The lady was mean. Just slightly unclean with a heart of cold silver and gold. Kitchen smelled of kerosene. Celing hung down on ?veil? and rotted beams and the man, they said, his work could of hung in the room Now he sits around all day because his left arm won't move He was a master of the art of electricity He lectured on tours and circuitry. He was self-employed, but he could never see his way into the light He had a room full of switches and dials and lights and a head full of clouds and eyes full of sight. And when it got dark, I could hear his heartbeat like a mother in the night. She stood like a guardian ready to give everything up. If I had asked for a sword and her blood in a cup. but there was just time when I asked for too much. She sighed because she could not give it. We used to sit beneath the tree just the lady, the radio man and me. And I think it was the winter of '63 the man went away and let us be It was early on an August day that the lady decided she must go away. Her heart it seems could not pay the price for what her body was buying I came home from school and I found the note went into the kitcken and lit the old stone with songs set on overload. I turned on the TV, spent the rest of the sfternoon watching all my cartoons thru the hall and across the porch was the sun surrendered like a crying torch. RED-HEADED WOMAN (performed live 11/16/90 & 11/17/90) Well, brunettes are fine, man. Blondes are fun. But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done, I'll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman. Yeah, a red-headed woman sure can get that job done. Well, listen up, sir, Your life's been wasted Until you've been down on your knees, Oh, man, tasted a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman. Yeah, a red-headed woman sure gets a dirty job done. Eh ha ha woo hoo woo. ee ee ah ee ah ha ea ha ha woo woo (etc.) Yeah, little tight skirt, strawberry hair. Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there. Big green eyes that look like sun They can see every cheap thing that you ever done Well, I don't care how many girls you dated. Man, you ain't lived Till you've had your tires rotated By a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman. A red-headed woman sure can get the job done. Well, all you girls out there tonight sure look fine, But my heart and soul and this body of mine Is a red-headed woman's, a red-headed woman's. Yeah, a red-headed woman sure gets a dirty job done. Eh ha ha woo hoo woo. ee ee ah ee ah ha ea ha ha woo woo (etc.) REMEMBER WHEN THE MUSIC(Harry Chapin/Harry Chapin) Remember when the music Came from wooden boxes Strung with silver wires And as we sang The words would set our hearts on fire To believe in things So we'd sing Remember when the music Brought us all together To stand inside the rain And as we'd join hands We'd meet in the refrain With dreams to live And hope to give Remember when the music Was the best that we'd dream of For our's children's time And as we'd worked we'd sing Cause we knew time Was just a lie A gift to say A gift that future gave Remember when the music Was a rock we could cling to So we would not despair And as we sang we'd knew We'd hear an echo in the air And if we weren't smiling then We'd smile again And all the times I listened And all the times I heard And all the melodies I'm missing And all the magic words All the beautiful words All the beautiful voices And all the choices we had thenI hope you find you got Those kind of choices once again Remember when the music Brought the night Across the valley And as we hum the melody We'd be safe within the sound So we'd sleep To awake with dreams And promises to keep RENDEZVOUS (recorded by Greg Kihn Band (album - With the Naked Eye) written by Bruce in 1976. Originally recorded for Darkness album. 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 NOTE: Have included 2 versions of the following song. RESTLESS NIGHTS (Rocking Chairs (album - New Egypt) written by Bruce Wished we ran and lived as one In another world my little one Where strange trees and dark rivers run I told a dream to you Now outside the streets of pain And the childhood games we play Have faded away But my baby, she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby, she has restless nights On late night movie screens Young lovers look so sure Lost in wide awake dreams That they can't afford Once I held you in my arms On a bed of stone Now we have grown (But darling) Well my baby she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby she has restless nights Wished we ran and lived as one A different world my little one Where strange trees and dark rivers run I told a dream to you Now outside the streets of pain But here inside my heart It all falls apart But my baby, she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby, she has restless nights But my baby, she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby, she has restless nights RESTLESS NIGHTS Mystery riding left us once In another world, my little one Where strange trees and dark rivers run And I told a dream to you Now outside the streets are gray And the childhood games we played Have faded away But my baby, she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby, she has restless nights On late night movie screens Young lovers look so assured Lost in wide awake dreams That they can't afford Once I held you in my arms On a bed of storms Now we have grown a little taller, baby My baby, she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby, she has restless nights Mystery riding left us once In another world, my little one Where strange trees and dark rivers run And I told a dream to you Now outside the streets are grey But here inside my heart It all falls apart My baby, she has restless nights She has restless nights My baby, she has restless nights - River album outake RICKIE Well look out Mama your little girl she has changed She cut her baby curls and she's got her act rearranged Look out Daddy what she needs now she can't find at home Oh Rickie wants a man of her She wants a man of her Rickie wants a man of her own Mama says her little girl won't talk to her anymore She just goes in her room, turns on the radio and shuts the door She's got her own bathroom, TV, stereo, extension phone Oh, but Mama, Rickie wants a man of her She wants a man of her Rickie wants a man of her own Well Daddy says when he drop her off Friday night at the gym She slides way down in the front seat So the kids won't see her with him She don't do no work She won't tell nobody when she's coming home And she makes poor Daddy wait down on the corner At midnight all alone Well Daddy's pullin' out his hair He says that girl ain't got no direction She don't care to bring her boyfriends home to pass Daddy's inspection Now we're left peeking through the curtains Everytime that we hear a horn blow Well I guess Rickie wants a man of her own Mama says: "Son, talk to her, she'll listen to you" Yeah, she listens real nice and she does what she wants to do Well Daddy says: "She wears her jeans so tight Well, you change 'em or you're staying home"Ah, but daddy, Rickie wants a man of her She wants a man of her Rickie wants a man of her own She's almost grown Rickie wants a man of her She wants a man of her Rickie wants a man of her own ROCKIN' ALL OVER THE WORLD(John Fogerty/Creedence Clearwater Revival) Well, hurry up hurry up, here we go c'mon let's hit the road Here we go Rockin' all over the world Well, giddy up giddy up and get away we're goin' crazy and we're goin' today Here we go Rockin' all over the world And I like it, I like it, I like it Here we go Rockin' all over the world Well, I'm gonna tell your mama what you're gonna do Hey come tonight, we got dancin' shoes Here we go Rockin' all over the world And I like it, I like it... ROULETTE We left the toys out in the yard I took my wife and kids and left my home unguarded We packed what we could into the car No one here knows how it started But suddenly everything was just so out of control Now I want some answers, mister, I need to know I hear all the talk but I don't know what you're sayin' But I think I got a good idea of the game that you're playin' Roulette, that's the name now Roulette, that's the game now Roulette, I don't believe what they're sayin' Roulette, and everybody's playin' I grew up here on this street where nothin' moves, just a strange breeze In a town full of worthless memories there's a shadow in my backyard I've got a house full of things that I can't touch Well all those things they won't do me much good now I was a fireman out at Riker's, I did my job Mister, I've been cheated, I feel like I've been robbed I'm the big expendable, my life's just canceled, null and void But what are you gonna do about your new boy Roulette, you're playin' with my life Roulette, with my kids and my wife Roulette, every day the stakes get bigger Roulette, a different finger on the trigger Down by the river that talks the night speaks in searchlights And shortwave radio squawk, the police patrol the streets But I've left behind the man I used to be, everything he believed in and all that belonged to me I tried to find my way out to somewhere where I thought it'd be safe They stopped me at the roadblock they put up on the interstate They put me in detention but I broke loose and then I ran They said they want to ask me a few questions but I think they had other plans Now I don't know who to trust and I don't know what I can believe They say they want to help me but with the stuff they keep on sayin' I think those guys just wanna keep on playin' Roulette, with my life Roulette, with my kids and my wife Roulette, the bullet's in the chamber Roulette, who's the unlucky stranger Roulette, surprise, you're dead Roulette, the gun's to your head Roulette, the bullet's spinning in the chamber Roulette, pull the trigger, feel the click No further danger Here is a transcription of one of the best Sad Eyes ever. It is from 2-15-77 at the Masonic Temple Auditorium in Detroit. SAD EYES Til the end Just me and you baby Just me and you girl I remember I-i-i-i remember I was gonna take all the money out of the bank And you were gonna quit your job And I was gonna quit my job too. And I remember that you promised, I remember you swore you was never... Never gonna leave, never gonna go anyplace...without me I remember you promised, we both swore that you were never gonna go anyplace (?) (sings) I remember, I remember I remember it was chilly and I was standing at the bus station Standing there in the rain (sings) And the rain came tumbling down I remember the buses were pulling in And I was standing there and I remember that you promised that you were never gonna go anyplace without me (sings) And the rain came tumbling down I was standing there waiting for you I was just thinking of all of the things that you promised. That you were never gonna go anyplace without me. (sings) And the rain came tumbling down And the rain came tumbling down I was standing there in the rain. That's when... (piano, then bells start, then build) I was standing there waiting for you And I figured it all out Had it all figured out (bells build) YOU LIED!!!! YOU LIED!!!! YOU LIED!!!! YOU LIED!!!! (screamed at the TOP of his lungs) Hiding on the backstreets... This last part is so powerful that it still knocks me off my feet even when I know it's coming. (Monty) The following is from a book "Songs To Orphans" which contains many of Bruce's lyrics. Posting in 'Backstreets Digest': Date: Tue, 15 Dec 92 15:14:44 Performed 3-25-77. This is incredible! It's one of the most different Sad Eyes, as well as one of the most powerful. It has "the rains came", followed by some NYC Serenade lyrics, the story about being in the back seat of the Cadillac with the flames rushing across the field from the old farmhouse, and "she kissed me", followed by "she lied". It ends with the bells going crazy and him saying: "God send some angels and blow this whole town into the sea God send some angels and blow this whole d**n town into the sea God send some angels and blow this whole fu**ing town into the sea Blow it all away! Blow It All Away! BLOW IT ALL AWAY!!!! Hidin' on the backstreets..." This version actually raises the hair on the back of your neck. The full story is told about how she promised she'd never leave him while sitting in the Cadillac, and just how bitter he was when she did. (Makes me wonder if this is more of the Rosalita story; does anyone really know who he's talking about?) - Monty SAD EYES 'Til the end Just me and you baby Just me and you girl And I remember you even back then And I remember you from back then And I remember back then that I swore that for you I'd drive all night Anytime, anyplace That for you I'd drive all night Anytime, anyplace That for you I'd drive all night Anytime, anyplace That for you I'd drive all night Through the wind Through the rain Through the snow Just to buy you some shoes Just to check you out Just to kiss that pretty face Just to taste your tender charms Just to sleep Just to sleep In your arms Babe, maybe you wasn't even listening Maybe you wasn't even listening But I remember you promised that you'd never go anyplace without me You swore that you'd never go anyplace without me You promised that you'd never leave without me You swore that you'd never leave without me And like everything else And everybody else from back then you promised And baby you lied Baby you lied Baby you lied Baby you lied Little girl you lied So now you've come back So now you've come back So now you've come back But just what makes you think that it's so easy Just what makes you think That it's so easy Just to stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To stop To STOP Hiding on the backstreets SANTA ANA >From a tin roof top The little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum Where Daniel walked with the Devil With them boys from the Underground Where the giants of science Fight for tight control Over the wild lands of New Mexico Sam Houston's ghost's in Texas Fighting for his soul And the town folks rest uneasy Beneath the guns of Kid Cole And the Kid says: "Hey, where's Santa Ana He who could romance the dumb into talking Take a chance with me tonight my Contessa, If it don't work out, I ain't lame, I can walk" Now some folks they just can't take it To the streets of this town But Sam easily can, and he lays his money down Them cats in from the canyon Strut their stuff in town But there's only secret sinners here Lord, there's only secret thieves Only a fool would try to save What the desert chose to leave And now, hey there Senorita, With your playboys in their Spanish bandanas French cream won't soften them bullets baby French kisses will not break your heart Oh, painted night, set free with light Glows outside the Rainbow Saloon Match embraces with a Spanish lady Beneath a graduation moon No more colleges, no more coronations Some punk's idea of a teenage nation Has forced Santa Ana to change his stationFrom soldier to cartoon And the giants of science Spend their days and nights Not with wives, not with lovers But searching for the lights They started in the desert on their helicopter flights Just to be lost in the dust and the night Ah, hey my Contessa In your juke joint rides You always bring candy for the kids Come waltz with me tonight Senorita 'Cause only fools are alone on a night like this SAVIN' UP (cover: Clarence Clemons & The Red Bank Rockers 'Rescue' album. Written by Springsteen) You may have diamonds You may have pearls You may think you got it baby Over all the other girls But honey you ain't got nothing And I'll tell you why If you're empty as a soul can be, baby Deep down inside You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You may have a big backyard And ruby rings And my love's just a second-place runner, honey To your fancy things But what you got to hold on to When the lights go down You come lookin' for me baby But I ain't nowhere around You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start You need a strong man, baby To love and understand you A man who ain't afraid, sugar To get some dirt on his hands for you And when you're feeling so down-hearted And all you wanna do is cry Ah, just come on, take my hand, baby Together you and I We could start savin' up For the things that money can't buy We'd better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy You better start savin' up For the things that money can't buy SAY SONS (Down By The River) Well, I got a little girl down by the river Now she keeps ??? tight I got a little girl, she every night She says "I'm feeling like a wild, hands on ??? then she keeps me all night. So come on, down by the river come on, come on now. Just come on, down by the river It's alright. Well baby, let me protect you little darling If you let me ??? I know, if you'll just let me in. Well, every day just brings in the same but every night...??? Yes, come on, down by the river oh, come on, girl, it's alright. Well, come on, down by the river Hold tight. This song should be one verse! SEASIDE BAR SONG (recorded by Little Bob Story (album - Come See Me) written by bruce Well Billy bought a Chevy '40 Coupe Deluxe Chrome wheels, stick shift Give her gas, pop the clutch Little 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? Because 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 mum'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 'bout a pretty girl on a sweet summer night That gets this boy excited Radio man finally understands and plays you something you can move to You lay back easy ... Your girl leans over and says "Daddy, can you turn that radio up any louder?" Ah, the juke joint's humming Everybody came down Little Willy and his Soul Boom putting all that stuff down Well don't let that daylight steal your soul Get in your wheels and roll, roll, roll, roll, roll Mama's gonna meet you when the morning comes And your daddy's gonna beat you 'cause he knows you're out on the runBut I don't care I'm gonna live and laugh and love while the night's still young SECRET GARDEN She'll let you in her house If you come knockin' late at night She'll let you in her mouth If the words you say are right If you pay the price She'll let you deep inside But there's a secret garden she hides She'll let you in her car To go drivin' round She'll let you into the parts of herself That'll bring you down She'll let you in her heart If you got a hammer and a vise But into her secret garden, don't think twice You've gone a million miles How far'd you get To that place where you can't remember And you can't forget She'll lead you down a path There'll be tenderness in the air She'll let you come just far enough So you know she's really there She'll look at you and smile And her eyes will say She's got a secret garden Where everything you want Where everything you need Will always stay A million miles away SEEDS Well the great black river a man had found So he put all his money in a hole in the ground Sent a big steel arm drivin' down, down, down. Man, now I live on the streets on the streets of Houston town. Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along And we headed down south with just spit and a song And they say "Sorry, son it's gone, gone, gone." Hey, it's all gone. Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight. Parked in a lumberyard freezin our asses off My kid's in the back seat; got a graveyard cough. I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife Billy club tappin on the windshield in the middle of the night Come on man, c'mon move it on, get outta here? Well big limousine all shiny and black You don't look ahead and you don't look back How many times can you get up after you been hit I swear if I could spare to spit I'd lay one on your shiny chrome And send you off on your way back home. So if your gonna leave your town where the north wind blows To go on down where the sweet southern river flows You better think twice on it Jack You better find a shotgun, take it off the rack. You ain't gonna find nothin down here ????? Except seeds blowin in the highway in the south wind. Move it on, move it on. It's gone, gone, it's all gone. SHE'S LEAVING She's leaving, she's leaving Everybody knows She's leaving, she's leaving And I feel like such a fool She left me standing here just two feet tall I just don't know how she could do it In front of our friends and all She had better things to do and bigger plans I thought we could make it with just us two But I guess we can't 'Cause she can't And I'm only one man But I love her It's winter Suddenly it's winter And I feel so cold inside It's different It could've been so different If only she didn't feel that need to lie What's the matter girl Didn't you think I was that strong That you couldn't tell me What was going on SHE'S SO FINE Hey baby Well she's vicious as a razor Resting on your mainline She's brutal as an ace Laid on the table at just the right time She's like a devil-woman But she's locked in over-drive Her eyes are cold stone But she's backed by a power-glide She's sweet, she's educated She knows about history, geometry She's so fine Oh she says I ain't got the love I ain't got the time Ain't gonna give you no kiss Ain't gonna hand ya All I want's a ride, Sweet William All I want's a ride And it's oh baby, oh baby Won't you come, don't you wanna go for a ride? I'll get in my car and burn it up Now switch on the radio and turn it up And we're gonna be burning down a straight load I want some love and I got to truck along Well she's vicious as a razor Resting on your mainline She's brutal as an ace Laid on the table at just the right time She's like a devil-woman But she's locked in over-drive Her eyes are cold stone But she's backed by a power-glide She's so educated She's got a nice mama, she got a nice pop She's so fine Oh and the boys say she swings a silver rodThe kids call her angel Some kids call her god down on Lover's Lane Be my baby Won't you be my lover Come on baby I said hey baby SONG TO THE ORPHANS The moltitude assembled and tried to make the noise The black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys But time grew thin and the axis Was left somehow incomplete Where instead of child lions We found aging junkie sheep How many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust" Left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts Oh, cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps Sounding in the void High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs Mistaking soot for soil So break me now Big Mama As Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good Linda, The aurora will shine your way The Confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? The doorstep blanket weaver Madonna she's pushing bells From house to house to house to house Giving last kisses and wishing well To every gypsy, mystic and all star hero That the kids might find the place Who've been lost forever to papa and mama On their weekends out in space Now the sons they search for fathers But their fathers have all gone The lost souls search for saviors But saviours don't last long Those aimless, questionless renegade brats Who live their lives in songs They run the length of a candle In a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone So break me now Big Mama As Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good Linda, The aurora will shine your way The Confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? The missions are filled with hermits looking for a friend The terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way in There are orphans junked on silver mountains Lost in celestial alleyways They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses He takes in all the strays "Now, don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs 'Cause Billy The Kid was just a bowery boy Who made his living twirling his guns" The night she's long, she's lanky She speaks in her mother tongue And lullabies the refugees With an amplifier's hum So break us now Big Mama As Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me, my sweet Linda, Oh, help is sure on the way The Confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? The Confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? SHUT OUT THE LIGHT The runway rushed up at him, as he felt the wheels touch down He stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town. He got off down on Main Street, and went into a local bar Bought a drink and found a seat in the corner in the dark She called up her mama to make sure the kids were outa' the house She checked herself out in the dining room mirror, and undid an extra button on her blouse He felt her lyin' next to him and the clock said 4 am He was starin' at the ceilin' he couldn't move his hands {Chorus}: Oh mama, mama, mama come quick, I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick, throw your arms around me in the cold dark night, hey now mama don't shut out the light, don't you shut out the light,.... Well on his porch they stretched a banner, that said Johnny Welcome Home Bobby pulled his Ford outa' the garage and they polished up the chrome His mama said Johnny oh Johnny, I'm so glad to have you back with me His pa said he was sure they'd give him his job back at the renderin' factory {Repeat Chorus} Well deep in a dark forest, a forest filled with rain Beyond a stretch of Maryland pines there's a river without a name In the cold black water, Johnson Linnier stands He stares across the lights of the city and dreams of where he's been. {Repeat Chorus} SOUTHERN SON Born on the Hudson, twenty-two years gone Bred and raised in the City From my daddy's knee I learned the Union songs But Grandma sang lullabies of Dixie And though the Northern winter fills my heart with joy Oh it's a Southern sun that shines down On this Yankee boy Mama dreamed of Paris nights And boatin' on the Seine She said, we're gonna make it there too Soon as Papa comes home again And she'd speak to me in broken french Dressed like a painting of Lautrec's In the night she'd clutch me to her breast And say, we'll make it outta here yet And though Parisian women Strut so fine down the Eiffel mall It's a Southern one I sing my songs for Well with the local bunch of do-good boys And an old man from the West We crossed the land in the caravan Yes we traveled with the best With circus acts and vaudeville hacks And the Mississippi Delta Queen She told me the news and sold me her blues In an alley in New Orleans And though the Western plains are still stained With the blood of great cowboys It's a Southern sun That shine down on this Yankee boy - From Hammond demo. SPANISH EYES Little Christine We're takin' one more run Secret heart, when the time has begun Come to part And hey, you're the one And now we know My heart is sold And though we tried You took me with your spanish eyes Hey badlands Realize That someone else is yearning Special sunday night And baby there's time Time enough to cry With all our sad stories And all the bad that we've done And all the times we've rode on for glory And ... And you took me with your spanish eyes Stretch out baby And call your daddy home 'Cause I'm runnin' tonight Couldn't be all alone Yes I know how something died But baby it was just for kicks It was just for fun Even with all the bad that we done They can't say we didn't try And I fell for your Spanish eyes Saturday night special Waitin' in the sheets Oh come on Talk to me, my sweet And I'll try to make it complete this timeCome close and let me dry your eyes Let me try to turn the lies And let me kiss your spanish eyes Let me kiss your spanish eyes Let me kiss your spanish eyes Let me kiss your spanish eyes Come here, baby SPANISH HARLEM (T. Leiber-P. Spector) (Played on the '74 tour.) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem It's never seen the sun It only comes up when the moon is on the run And all the stars are leaving Well, it grows right in the street Up between the concrete But soft and sweet, and (breathing??) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem Oh, with eyes as black as coal That reach down in my soul And start a fire I can't control I beg your pardon Well, I want to pick that rose And watch her as she grows In my garden There is a rose in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem STAND ON IT Well, Jimmy Lee was hookin' 'round the fan turn of a funky Southern Florida dirt track. He had mud caked on his goggles and a screamin' three fifty stacked up on his back. Well, as he passed the stands, he feeling all tuckered out, when through the roar of his engine he heard somebody shout. "Stand on it. Come on, boy, stand on it." Mary Beth started to shift, she hit the shift, but she just couldn't get a hand on it. She was racin' some red hill boys; she had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it. With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line, she blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39. He hollered, "Stand on it. Come on, baby, stand on it." (Chorus) Well, now when in doubt and you can't figure it out, Just stand on it. Well, if your mind's confused; you don't know what you're gonna do, Well buddy, stand on it! Well, if you've lost control of the situation at hand, Go grab a girl; go see a rock 'n roll band, and stand on it. Come on, man, stand on it! Well now, Columbus, he discovered America even though he hadn't planned on it. He got lost and woke up one morning when he's about to land on it. He wouldn't have got out of Italy, man, that's for sure, without Queen Isabella standing on the shore shouting, "Stand on it! Go ahead, man, stand on it." (repeat chorus) Bottom Line, NYC, July 12, 1974. STOLEN CAR (SON YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE) I found me a little girl and I settled down in a pretty little town we got married and promised never to part then I fell victim to a restless heart and I feel like I'm driving a stolen car through a pitchblack night and I'm doing my best to make it through, and I'm just sitting down here at the Staton light I want to get caught but I never do At first I thought it was just restlessness that would fade as time went by and our love grew deep but in the end it was something more I guess that tore us apart and made her weak And I'm driving a stolen car through a pitch-black night I keep telling myself everything's going to be allright but I drive by night and I travel in fear that in this darkness I might just disappear. She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote when our love was young and we were bold she said she read those letters last night and they made her feel 100 years old there's a river that runs by that little town, down into the sea it was there in the shade I laid my body down as she flowed on so effortlessly now there'll be dancing tonight down at county line, there'll be a party out at seven trees and from these banks I can see those party lights shine maybe she's there, maybe she's looking for me. Last night I dreamed I made the call I swore to return to stay forever more once again we stood on the wedding steps at Victory Hall and walked arm in arm through the chapel door I can remember how good I felt inside when the preacher said son you may kiss the bride but as I leaned over to touch those pretty lips I felt it all slip away through my fingertips and I'm driving a stolen car through a pitchblack night I keep telling myself everything's going to be allright but I ride by night and I travel in fear no matter what I do or where I drive nobody ever sees me when I ride by. STREET QUEEN She got high class, She rides around in a cut down Chevy machine. Her eyes are plate glass, Oh and legs like a limousine. She comes stocked with sass, And pride ain't there to be mean. She's the baddest thing this town's ever seen. Oh, Street Queen. Well, she got a turbine engine, mama, With maximum thrust. Cadillac hips, she's got the best on the strip, She knows how to use a clutch. She comes on shiny and black, And, boys, if you hit her you better be tough. Oh she's the slickest thing that I've ever seen. Oh, Street Queen. And you can always tell a moment she's around, You can hear the loud engine roaring. She says, "Come on, get in. Hey baby, you want to go for a ride?" I know she sets your mind soaring. Oh and the boys, they jump back, As that engine unwinds. I'm glued to my seat, mama, As I watch that speed-o-meter climb. Oh she moves so fast she's almost obscene. Street Queen. Well, if you're going to come streakin' down my street, baby, Like an angel with them Chevy Wings. If you're going to come streakin' down my street, baby, Like an angel with them Chevy Wings. You better watch out, Street Queen, Cause you're messing with the king. 1972 From Hammond demo tape SUGARLAND They're grazin' the field Covered with tar Can't get a price To see my way clear I'm sitting down At the Sugarland Bar It might as well bury My body right here Tractors and combines Out in the cold Sheds piled high With the wheat we ain't sold silos filled with Last year's crops If something don't break me We'll gonna drop Well my wife got another Coming in july She's just laid up in bed All she does is cries, cries, cries Tommy, oh Tommy I'm so alone Tommy, oh Tommy Oh! Won't you stay home Pa' don't say nothing except when it rains He sits by the window Listening to the sound of passing trains Roaring out of the night Carrying an empty load We got a whole lot of grain That ain't got nowhere to go Well, if prices Don't get no higher I'll fill this dustbin with gasAnd set these fields on fire Sit out on a ridge Where the bluebirds fly And watch the flame rise up Against this sugarland sky SWEET SOUL MUSIC (O.Redding, A.Conley/Otis Redding) Do you like good music ? Sweet soul music ? how must I strike her sometime Oh yeah Spotlight out on this ring sing and laugh-laugh-laugh sing and laugh-laugh-laugh tonight Oh yeah Spotlight on the Big Man don't he look great ? He lost a lot of weight Oh yeah, oh yeah Spotlight on you now you sure look fine moving down the line come on yeah yeah Spotlight on me now I sure look good feeling so fine now that's right Oh yeah Spotlight on the band now sure rocking fine you working on that line you come on come on yeah yeah TAKE EM AS THEY COME Last night I dreamed he was runnin' through the avalanche Tears streamed your pretty face all burned red Once your dead its done and not much remains Down the highway another stranger comes You gotta take em baby when they come Little girl put on your red dress Cause we're goin' out on the town tonight And when I hold this switchblade Lets be sure some fools gonna want to fight You gotta take em baby as they come You gotta take em Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em baby as they come God save the rider in the black night Save the man who taught that it was right To do what they have dreamt of So we come what we have become You gotta take em baby when they come Little girl gone are birthdays Faded away into the clear blue night And all the promises we made Lie shattered and broken in the morning light You gotta take em baby when they come You gotta take em Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em baby as they come I know your heart is breakin' I can feel it too girl Though my finger on the trigger is shakin' There's just one thing you could do girl There's winners and losers All the same from the other side But we could choose here girl We could try, couldn't we hon To take em baby when they come Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em baby as they come Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em as they come girl Take em baby as they come Take em baby as they come Take em baby as they come Take em baby as they come Take em baby as they come - River album outake TALK TO ME (cover: Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes 'Hearts of Stone album.' Written by Springsteen originally for Darkness album.) Well every night I see a light up in your window But every night you won't answer your door But although you won't ever let me in From the street I can see your silhouette sittin' close to him What must I do What does it take To get you to Talk to me Until the night is over Talk to me Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah I got a full week's pay And baby I've been working hard each day I'm not asking for the world you see I'm just asking girl Talk to me Well late at night I hear the music that you're playing soft and low Yes and late at night I see the two of you swayin', so close I don't understand darling what was my sin Why am I down here below while you're up there with him What did I do What did I say What must I pay To get you to Talk to me Until the night is over Talk to me Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah I got a full week's pay And baby I've been working hard each day I'm not asking for the world you see I'm just asking girl Talk to me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't understand darling what was my sin Why am I down here below while you're up there with him What did I do What did I say What must I pay To get you to Talk to me Until the night is over Talk to me Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah I got a full week's pay And baby I've been working hard each day I'm not asking for the world you see I'm down on my bended knees I'm just asking darling please won't you Talk to me TAXI CAB Taxicab, taxicab at the light Won't you take me on a ride Through this city at night I got some money and I'm feelin' fine I ain't no hurry so just take your time Some people wanna die young and gloriously Well taxicab driver, hey that ain't me I got a cute little baby down at 12th and Vine And she opens for business just about closin' time Ah hey hey, ah hey hey City at night, city at night I don't believe what I see in this street I don't know how they can take the heat Well baby I'm a liar, I'm a cheat And I don't care I got my money, I can't take my fare I'm ridin' tonight, I'm on my way C'mon baby... I can take it or live it, when it comes Got my baby by the light of the sun You know she brings it with her and then she comes Hey, hey, city at night Hey, hey, city at night Ride on May 19 issue of Entertainment Weekly: On May 22, 1966, in the backseat of a '61 Mercury enroute to a recording studio in Brick Town, the 16-year-old Springsteen began his songwriting career. He and Theiss cowrote 'That's What You Get' and "Baby I.' THAT'S WHAT YOU GET The moonlight dances on her face I got my lips ???? I'm living the life of a lie It was for me, for me that she died That's What you get for loving me (repeated 4 times) ???? [whole line unintelligible] True Love, unhappiness I fall down on my knees and I cry It's my way of saying goodbye That's what you get for loving me (repeated 5 times) The moonlight is ?? on the ??? As I ??? (into my?) head And I, I'm gonna cry It's my way of saying goodbye That's what you get for loving me (repeat to fade) THE BALLAD OF THE ARCHITECT ANGEL The architect angel held Juda ranch. Just a dirty mile down on the borderline. Where he mastered blastin' and hustled young cattle for slaughter And dated Juda's daughter. From the cellar aways to the attics and all across the plains Broke electric static of religious strain, And though he was never an addict, he wore scars on his veins. Like a young girl holds her first pimp, he held his Bible in. From desert bars and church bazaars, t