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( Greetings from Asbury Park, New Jersey. 1972. ) |
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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 Stroke his precious pavement.
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(The Wild, the Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle. 1973.) |
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And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy´s ear Hey son you wanna try the big top All aboard, Nebraska´s our next stop.
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(Born to Run. 1975.) |
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Well now I´m no hero that´s understood All the redemption I can offer 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 down on the tracks
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(Born to Run. 1975.) |
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In the day we sweat it out on the streets Of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on Highway 9 Chrome wheeled fuel injected and stepping 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
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(Darkness on the Edge of Town. 1978.) |
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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
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An ordinary guy without big-time aspirations, the song´s protagonist
is something of an anti-hero. A sixty-nine Chevy waiting outside the
Seven-Eleven store; his partner Sonny who helped build the car "straight
out of scratch"; and the triumph of blowing them all out of their
seats; this is what the guy can grab from life´s scanty offerings when
he races in the street. He is one of those (typically Springsteen)
characters whose attempts to escape the clutch of everyday life seem
doomed from the beginning. It is hardly a surprise that in the end
even love fails him and that his girl cries herself to sleep at night.
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(The River. 1980.) |
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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 ´em down to the Cadillac Ranch ... Cadillac Cadillac Long and dark shiny and black Open up your engines let ´em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur full lyrics |
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In terms of its topic - the Cadillac -, this up-tempo rock ´n´ roll song may well be
prototypically American. Industrial America´s number one commmodity awaits the American
working man at the end of his long day, always gleaming; he may drive her home, drive her to his
girl, or just drive her, anyway.
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(Nebraska. 1982.) |
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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 full lyrics |
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No sunset, no hills rolling under fiery Western skies, no Promised Land. This is the very last road trip: right to death row. The story of the deadly ride of Charles Starkweather, the mass murderer, and his teenage girlfriend has already been told in Terrence Malick´s 1973 movie Badlands. In Nebraska, the killer himself does the singing, from behind bars, at midnight, awaiting his execution. The gloom of deserted highways and of the Midwest´s gray and endless plains lingers throughout the song, and when the murderer is finally asked to give a reason for his deeds, he simply answers, "Well, sir, I guess there´s just a meanness in this world." |
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(Nebraska. 1982.) |
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Well the night was like any other I got a call ´bout quarter to nine There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin´ on the floor lookin´ bad Bleedin´ hard from his head There was a girl cryin´ at a table It was Frank they said Well I went out and I jumped in my car And I hit the lights I must of done 110 through the 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 taillights disappear full lyrics |
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(Nebraska. 1982.) |
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Ridin´ on a wet night ´Neath the refinery´s glow Out where the great black rivers flow License, registration I ain´t got none But I got a clear conscience ´Bout the things that I done Mister state trooper Please don´t stop me Please don´t stop me full lyrics |
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(Born in the U.S.A. 1984.) |
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Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Driving in to Darlington County Looking for some work on the county line ... ... 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
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This lucky guy heads out on the road twice. First, he drives down to Darlington
County from New York with his buddy Wayne, in a joyful quest for work and women.
Staying in Darlington County for a couple of days, he finds a girl, courts her, and
climbs into his car a second time to drive off with the pretty one. Wayne, the buddy, has
got lost in the meantime. He reappears only at the end of the song, when it is already
clear that the buddy has been traded in for the lover. Wayne´s arrest finally sets the
protagonist free to follow the call of sweet romance.
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(Born in the U.S.A. 1984.) |
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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 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
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(Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band Live / 1975-85 . 1986.) |
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Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
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"Well a great black river a man had found ... Man now I live on the streets of Houston
town." At the end of the first verse already, one man has become rich while another one has
ended up sleeping in his car. American economy has found another victim.
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(In Concert - Plugged in L.A. 1992.) |
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Well I´ve been out of the woods for six days and nights now
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(The Ghost of Tom Joad. 1995.) |
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Men walkin´ ´long the railroad tracks
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Decades after the Dust Bowl migration depicted in John Steinbeck´s The Grapes of Wrath,
the highway is alive again, teeming with American society´s underdogs. Times have not changed
much since Steinbeck´s thirties; still, whole families have to sleep in their cars or seek shelter at
campfires. They are cast out onto the road by the same forces of progress that set Steinbeck´s
migrants on their westward course, only in the nineties economic hardship comes under the guise
of the "new world order."
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(The Ghost of Tom Joad. 1995.) |
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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 ... The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn´t sayin´ nothin´, it was just a dream The wind come silent through the windshield All I could see was snow, sky and pines I closed my eyes and I was runnin´ I was runnin´ then I was flyin´
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(The Ghost of Tom Joad. 1995.) |
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He rode the rails since the Great Depression
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