Bruce Springsteen
American singer, songwriter, and guitarist.
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school.
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 can 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.
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.
Your success story is a bigger story than whatever you’re trying to say on stage... Success makes life easier. It doesn’t make living easier.
He's older and wiser but he never strays from his basic values. He cares as much, more, about the losers than the winners. He's so unlike everything you think a real successful rock star would be.
This music is forever for me. It's the stage thing, that rush moment that you live for. It never lasts, but that's what you live for.
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 - yeah, they'll pass you by,
Glory days - in the wink of a young girl's eye.
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.
Poor man wanna be rich,
rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
till he rules everything.
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.
Here everybody has a neighbor
Everybody has a friend
Everybody has a reason to begin again.
Hell's brewin' dark sun's on the rise
This storm'll blow through by and by
House is on fire, Viper's in the grass
A little revenge and this too shall pass.
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.
The reason I’m running for president is because I can’t be Bruce Springsteen.
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see?
Trying to learn how to walk like the 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.
The wise men were all fools, what to do?
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.
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.
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.
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.