18. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run

Bruce Springsteen


Story-telling, epic songs, sophisticated production inspired by Phil Spector, lyrics influenced by Bob Dylan, a breath-taking masterpiece by one of the American icons.
The screen door slams 
Mary's dress waves 
Like a vision she dances across the porch 
As the radio plays 
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely 
Hey that's me and I want you only 
Don't turn me home again 
I just can't face myself alone again 
Don't run back inside 
darling you know just what I'm here for 
So you're scared and you're thinking 
That maybe we ain't that young anymore 
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night 
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright 
Oh and that's alright with me 
You can hide `neath your covers 
And study your pain 
Make crosses from your lovers 
Throw roses in the rain 
Waste your summer praying in vain 
For a savior to rise from these streets 
Well now I'm no hero 
That's understood 
All the redemption I can offer, girl 
Is beneath this dirty hood 
With a chance to make it good somehow 
Hey what else can we do now 
Except roll down the window 
And let the wind blow back your hair 
Well the night's busting open 
These two lanes will take us anywhere 
We got one last chance to make it real 
To trade in these wings on some wheels 
Climb in back 
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks 
Oh oh come take my hand 
Riding out tonight to case the promised land 
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road 
oh Thunder Road 
Lying out there like a killer in the sun 
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run 
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold 
Thunder Road 
Well I got this guitar 
And I learned how to make it talk 
And my car's out back 
If you're ready to take that long walk 
>From your front porch to my front seat 
The door's open but the ride it ain't free 
And I know you're lonely 
For words that I ain't spoken 
But tonight we'll be free 
All the promises'll be broken 
There were ghosts in the eyes 
Of all the boys you sent away 
They haunt this dusty beach road 
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets 
They scream your name at night in the street 
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet 
And in the lonely cool before dawn 
You hear their engines roaring on 
But when you get to the porch they're gone 
On the wind, so Mary climb in 
It's a town full of losers 
And I'm pulling out of here to win. 
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... 
03.- 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 
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 
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 
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 
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? 
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 
And the kids round here look just live like shadows always quiet, holding hands 
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world 
As we take our stand down in Jungleland 
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night 
They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light 
Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike 
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley 
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night 
The street's alive as secret debts are paid 
Contacts made, they vanished unseen 
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine 
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands 
That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland 
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage 
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays 
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners 
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone 
Beneath the city two hearts beat 
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked 
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown 
The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the 
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away 
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light 
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz 
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here 
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be 
And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment 
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead 
Tonight in Jungleland 

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