Bruce Springsteen
American singer, songwriter, and guitarist.
I 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.
I'd heard The Bruce Springsteen Band was nearby at a club called The Student Prince. A rainy, windy night it was, and when I opened the door the whole thing flew off its hinges and blew away down the street. The band were on-stage, but staring at me framed in the doorway. And maybe that did make Bruce a little nervous because I just said, "I want to play with your band," and he said, "Sure, you do anything you want."
I couldn't believe how happy his music made me and how good it was. He's a gift, and I didn't know. I mean, I knew 'Born in the USA' and 'Glory Days,' but I didn't know that he covered so much ground, and there was something in his music that touched what I was going through, the process of falling back in love with my America.
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 Kingstown again.
In all my years in this business he is the only person I've met who cares absolutely nothing about money.
In the third grade a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that’s where I belonged.
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie;
Home's a long, long way from us.
I feel a dirty wind blowing;
Devils and dust.
She went away, she cut me like a knife
Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life
In just a glance, down here on magic street
Loves a fool's dance
And I ain't got much sense, but I still got my feet.
Fear's a powerful thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust.
It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive.
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've 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.
Well everybody's got a secret, son, 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.
Last Thursday, at the Harvard Square theatre, I saw my rock'n'roll past flash before my eyes. And I saw something else: I saw rock and roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen. And on a night when I needed to feel young, he made me feel like I was hearing music for the very first time.
Music was my way of keeping people from looking through and around me. I wanted the heavies to know I was around.
I think he's a great guitarist, a great musician and an excellent keyboard player — which most people don't know. But he knows what sets him apart from everybody is that he's a brilliant writer. Part of that is having a vision to put it across onstage as a performer, too.
You hung with me when all the others turned away, turned up their noses
We liked the same music, we liked the same bands, we liked the same clothes
Yeah we told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wish you would have told me, I wish I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean.
That you know flag flying over the courthouse
Means certain things are set in stone
Who we are, what we'll do and what we won't.
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.
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.
The wise men were all fools, what to do?