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Tonight: The Music of Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen

September 23, 1949Long Branch, NJ

1975

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dreamAt night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machinesSprung from cages out on highway 9Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the lineBaby this town rips the bones from your backIt's a death trap, it's a suicide rapWe gotta get out while we're young'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to runYes girl we were

Wendy let me in, I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visionsJust wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my enginesTogether we could break this trapWe'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go backWill you walk with me out on the wire'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely riderBut I gotta know how it feelsI want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is realOh can you show me

Born to Run

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevardThe girls comb their hair in rear-view mirrors and the boys try to look so hardThe amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in a mistI 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 driveEverybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hideTogether, Wendy, we can live with the sadnessI'll love you with all the madness in my soulSomeday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that placeWhere we really want to go and we'll walk in the sunBut till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

Tear drops on the cityBad Scooter searching for his grooveSeem like the whole world walking prettyAnd you can't find the room to moveWell everybody better move over, that's allI'm running on the bad sideAnd I got my back to the wall

Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out

I'm stranded in the jungleTaking all the heat they was givingThe night is dark but the sidewalk's brightAnd lined with the light of the livingFrom a tenement window a transistor blastsTurn around the corner things got real quiet real fastShe hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, tenth Avenue freeze-out

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

And I'm all alone, I'm all aloneAnd kid you better get the pictureAnd I'm on my own, I'm on my ownAnd I can't go home

When the change was made uptownAnd the Big Man joined the bandFrom the coastline to the cityAll the little pretties raise their handsI'm gonna sit back right easy and laughWhen Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half

October 27, 1975

The screen door slams, Mary's dress wavesLike a vision she dances across the porch as the radio playsRoy Orbison singing for the lonelyHey that's me and I want you onlyDon't turn me home againI just can't face myself alone again

Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here forSo you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymoreShow a little faith, there's magic in the nightYou ain't a beauty, but hey you're alrightOh and that's alright with me

Thunder Road

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your painMake crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rainWaste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streetsWell now I'm no hero, that's understoodAll the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hoodWith a chance to make it good somehowHey what else can we do now

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hairWell the night's bustin' open, these two lanes will take us anywhereWe got one last chance to make it realTo trade in these wings on some wheelsClimb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks

Oh oh come take my handRiding out tonight to case the promised landOh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder RoadLying out there like a killer in the sunHey I know it's late, we can make it if we runOh oh oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talkAnd my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walkFrom your front porch to my front seatThe door's open but the ride it ain't freeAnd I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spokenTonight we'll be free, all the promises will be brokenThere were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent awayThey haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out ChevroletsThey scream your name at night in the streetYour graduation gown lies in rags at their feetAnd in the lonely cool before dawnYou hear their engines roaring onBut when you get to the porch they're gone on the wind, so Mary climb inIt's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win

1980 1982

1984

BORN IN THE USA Born down in a dead man's townThe first kick I took was when I hit the groundYou end up like a dog that's been beat too muchTill 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 handSent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man

Come back home to the refineryHiring man says "Son if it was up to me"Went down to see my V.A. manHe said "Son don't you understand now" I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet CongThey're still there he's all goneHe had a woman he loved in SaigonI got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiaryOut by the gas fires of the refineryI'm ten years burning down the roadNowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

THE RISINGCan't see nothin' in front of meCan't see nothin' coming up behindI make my way through this darknessI can't feel nothing but this chain that binds meLost track of how far I've goneHow far I've gone, how high I've climbedOn my back's a sixty pound stoneOn my shoulder a half mile of line

Come on up for the risingCome on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morningBells ringing filled the airWearin' the cross of my callingOn wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

Come on up for the risingCome on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonight

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

There's spirits above and behind meFaces gone black, eyes burnin' brightMay their precious blood bind meLord, as I stand before your fiery light

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

I see you Mary in the gardenIn the garden of a thousand sighsThere's holy pictures of our childrenDancin' in a sky filled with lightMay I feel your arms around meMay I feel your blood mix with mineA dream of life comes to meLike a catfish dancin' on the end of my line

2006

DANCING IN THE DARK (1984)

I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to sayI come home in the morning, I go to bed feelin' the same wayI ain't nothing but tired, man I'm just tired and bored with myselfHey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a sparkThis gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Message just keep getting clearer, radio's on and I'm moving 'round my place*I check my look in the mirror, I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my faceMan, I ain't getting nowhere, I'm just living in a dump like thisThere's something happening somewhere, baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a sparkThis gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older, there's a joke here somewhere and it's on meI'll shake this world off my shoulders, come on baby this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up alrightThey say you gotta stay hungry, hey baby, I'm just about starving tonightI'm dying for some action, I'm sick of sitting 'round here tryin' to write this bookI need a love reaction, come on now baby gimme just one look You can't start a fire sitting 'round cryin' over a broken heartThis gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the darkYou can't start a fire worryin' about your little world fallin' apartThis gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark

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Faith on Tap

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