# song

title: Blinded by the light
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
  In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
  With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the
  Merry-go-round
  With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope
  Crashed to the ground

  Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
  And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
  And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
  And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

  And she was blinded by the light
  Oh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
  Blinded by the light
  She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

  Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
  He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
  And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
  And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

  Yeah, he was blinded by the light
  Oh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
  Blinded by the light
  He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

  Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
  She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break
  And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
  And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride

  Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
  Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card
  He said, do what you like, but don't do it here
  Well I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground
  Asked him which was the way back home
  He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

  And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
  Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon
  And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
  Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
  A gap but figured he'd be all right

  He was just blinded by the light
  Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
  Blinded by the light
  Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
  Whoa, but but mama that's where the fun is

  I was blinded
  Oh mama, oh mama
  I was blinded
  Oh mama, oh mama
  I was blinded by the light
  I was blinded
  I was blinded
  I was blinded by the light
  I was blinded
  I was blinded by the light
  I was blinded
  I was blinded


title: Thunder Road
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
  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 saviour 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 down on the tracks

  Oh-oh come take my hand
  We're 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


title: Growin' up
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Well I stood stone-like at midnight
  Suspended in my masquerade
  I combed my hair 'til it was just right
  And commanded the night brigade
  I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
  And I walked on a crooked crutch
  I strolled all alone through a fallout zone
  And came out with my soul untouched

  I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
  But when they said, "Sit down," I stood up
  Ooh, ooh, growin' up

  The flag of piracy flew from my mast
  My sails were set wing to wing
  I had a jukebox graduate for first mate
  She couldn't sail but she sure could sing
  I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues
  With my gear set stubborn on standing
  I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
  Never once gave thought to landing

  I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd
  But when they said, "Come down," I threw up
  Ooh, ooh, growin' up
  Work it back now

  I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
  And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
  I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
  I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
  Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
  But I got me a nice little place in the stars
  And I swear I found the key to the universe
  In the engine of an old parked car

  I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
  But when they said, "Pull down," I pulled up
  Ooh, ooh, growin' up
  Ooh, ooh, growin' up


title: Mary Queen Of Arkansas
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Mary, Queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin'
  The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming
  Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving
  No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising

  Well, I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade
  I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state
  Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
  You're not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing
  The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border
  And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order
  But I was not born to live to die, and you were not born for queenin'
  It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin'

  Mary, Queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin'
  You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin'
  But on your bed, Mary, I can see the shadow of a noose
  I don't understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose

  But I know a place where we can go, Mary
  Where I can get a good job and start out all over again clean
  I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen


title: Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street?
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names
  Don't trust men who walk with canes
  Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
  Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train
  Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again
  Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo
  Tainted women in VistaVision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show
  Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs
  Oh, Rex said that lady left him limp, love's like that (It sure is)
  Oh, queen of diamonds, ace of spades, newly discovered lovers of the everglades
  They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival
  And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope
  The Daily News asks her for the dope
  She says, "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"
  Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
  Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky, young matador


title: Lost In The Flood
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
  He walks through town all alone
  "He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
  This countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide
  They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide
  They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
  Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
  And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
  Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

  And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
  That's quicksand that ain't mud"
  Have you thrown your senses to the war
  Or did you lose them in the flood?

  That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
  Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
  He rides her low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
  He leans on the hood telling racin' stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
  Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
  He rides headfirst into a hurricane and disappears into a point
  And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
  That is, nothin' left that you could sell
  Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

  And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
  Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
  I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
  Or was he just lost in the flood?

  Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
  Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
  And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
  Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
  And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
  Whoa, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
  Oh, and some kid comes blastin' round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
  He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
  Still breathing when I walked away

  And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that?
  His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
  I wonder what the dude was sayin'
  Or was he just lost in the flood?
  Well, hey man, did you see that?
  Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up
  I wonder what they were gettin' into
  Or were they all just lost in the flood?

  Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
  Were they lost?


title: The Angel
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  The angel rides with hunchbacked children, 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

  The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes
  In Volkswagen vans with full running boards
  Dragging great anchors, followin' dead-end signs into the sores
  The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore

  Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
  She rubs against the weatherbeaten frame and asks the angel for his name
  Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown
  The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angel's bones


title: For you
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Princess cards she sends me with her regards
  Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
  Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
  To her Cheshire smile, I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wanted
  But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
  Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back
  You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks
  You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks"
  But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too

  I came for you, for you, I came for you
  But you did not need my urgency
  I came for you, for you, I came for you
  But your life was one long emergency
  And your cloud line urges me
  And my electric surges free

  Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak
  Reveal yourself all now to me, girl, while you've got the strength to speak
  'Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks
  But I could give it all to you now, if only you could ask
  And don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late
  It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate
  Don't give me my money, honey, I don't want it back
  You and your pony face and your Union Jack
  Well, take your local joker and teach him how to act
  I swear I was never that way, even when I really cracked
  Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive
  Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?

  And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive
  You could laugh and cry in a single sound
  And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds
  Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god?
  You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
  Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach
  And the band, they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek
  They ragged, jagged melody, she still clings to me like a leech

  But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way
  Like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way
  We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar
  Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore
  So you left to find a better reason than the one we were living for
  And it's not that nursery mouth I came back for
  It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor
  'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors
  And who am I to ask you to lick my sores?
  And you should know that's true

  I came for you, for you, I came for you
  But you did not need my urgency
  I came for you, for you, I came for you
  But your life was one long emergency
  And your cloud line urges me
  And my electric surges free


title: Spirit In The Night
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands
  'Long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night
  Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake
  It's about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight
  I got a bottle of rose so let's try it
  We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
  They're built like light

  And they dance like spirits in the night (All night) in the night (All night)
  Oh, you don't know what they can do to you
  Spirits in the night (All night), in the night (All night)
  Stand right up now and let it shoot through you

  Well now Wild young Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap
  He said, "Try some of this it'll show you where you're at, or at least it'll help you really feel it"
  By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake
  I think I really dug her cause I was too loose to fake
  I said, "I'm hurt," she said, "Honey, let me heal it"
  And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
  And she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can

  She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (All night)
  In the night (All night), Janey don't know what she do to you
  Like a spirit in the night (All night), in the night (All night)
  Stand right up and let her shoot through me

  Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy
  Dancin' in the moonlight
  They were down near the water in a stone mud fight
  Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
  Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
  Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs
  Janey said it was time to go
  So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right

  Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
  Baby don't know what they can do to you
  Spirits in the night, all night
  Stand right up and let it shoot right through you

  Like a spirit in the night, all night
  All night, all night
  All night, all night
  All night, all night


title: It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
  I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
  I could walk like Brando right into the sun
  Then dance just like a Casanova
  With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
  Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
  When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat
  The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
  The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
  Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
  It's so hard to be a saint in the city
  I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
  I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
  I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
  Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
  And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
  The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
  Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
  I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
  It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
  And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
  As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
  They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
  But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
  You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
  Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
  Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
  And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
  The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
  And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty
  It's so hard to be a saint in the city


title: The E Street Shuffle
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
  All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
  Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
  The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right
  Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle
  Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle
  They're doing the E Street Shuffle

  Now those E Street brats in twilight dual flashlight phantoms in full star stream
  Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet 16
  The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power 13 gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle
  And Power's girl, Little Angel, has been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble
  Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains
  She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane
  She drives all them local boys insane

  Little Angel says, "Oh, everybody form a line
  Oh, everybody form a line"

  Sparks fly on E Street when the boy- prophets walk it, handsome and hot
  All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
  Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle
  But them boys are still on the corner, loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle
  As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams
  Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans as they move on out down to the scene
  All the kids are dancing


title: 4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Sandy, the fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
  Forcing a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
  Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp
  As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
  And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
  Chasing all them silly New York virgins by the score

  And Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
  This pier lights our carnival life forever
  Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
  Hey, Sandy girl
  My, my, baby

  Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets
  Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
  Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy
  Their skins are so white
  And me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades, banging them pleasure machines
  Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
  Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
  And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
  I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
  And they kept me spinning, babe, didn't think I'd ever get off

  Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
  This pier lights our carnival life on the water
  Running, laughing 'neath the boardwalk
  Ah, with the boss' daughter
  I remember, Sandy, girl
  Na, na, na, na, na, baby

  Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
  I spoke with her last night, she said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
  She worked that joint under the boardwalk
  She was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio
  The kids say last night she was dressed like a star
  In one of them cheap little seaside bars
  And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
  Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie
  For tellin' fortunes better than they do
  For me this boardwalk life's through, babe
  You ought to quit this scene, too

  Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
  This pier lights our carnival life forever
  Oh, love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
  Oh, I mean it, Sandy, girl
  My, my, my, my, my baby
  Yeah, I promise, Sandy, girl
  Sha, la, la, la, la, baby


title: Kitty's Back
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth
  She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth
  And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley
  Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin
  It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are muscling in

  Jack Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle
  She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle
  And them tin cans are exploding out in the ninety-degree heat
  Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street
  It's sad but it sure is true
  Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs
  Ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do?
  Ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do?

  Catlong lies back bent on a trash can
  Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man
  Well you better learn to move fast when you're young or you're not long around
  Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound
  So get right, get tight, get down
  Well who's that down at the end of the alley?
  She's been gone so long
  Here she comes, here she comes
  Here she comes, here she comes
  Here she comes, here she comes
  Here she comes, here she comes

  Kitty's back in town (Here she comes now)
  Kitty's back in town (Oh-oh all right)
  Kitty's back in town (Here she comes now)
  Kitty's back in town (Oh-oh all right)
  Kitty's back in town (Here she comes now)
  Oh, Kitty's back in town (Oh-oh all right)
  Kitty's back in town (Here she comes now)
  Kitty's back in town (Oh-oh all right)

  Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue
  And that she left him for a city dude
  But she's so soft, she's so blue
  When he looks into her eyes
  He just sits back and sighs
  Ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do?
  Ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do?
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, alright
  Ahahahaha (Alright, alright)

  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh alright, oh, alright
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh alright, oh, alright
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh alright, oh, alright
  Oh-oh-oh-oh alright, oh alright
  Oh-oh-oh-oh alright, oh alright
  Oh-oh-oh-oh alright, oh alright
  Oh-oh-oh-oh alright, oh alright
  Oh-oh-oh-oh alright, oh alright
  Oh-oh-oh-oh alright, oh alright


title: Wild Billy's Circus Story
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Ah-one, two, three, four

  The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
  And the fire eater's lying in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave
  Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
  And circus town's on the shortwave

  Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
  Whoa, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
  And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffing popcorn
  As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
  Circus town's been born

  Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro
  Cartwheeling up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lighting flash
  Moving fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall
  Oh God save the human cannonball
  And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
  And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"

  A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
  And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
  They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
  A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
  Running home to some small Ohio town
  Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns

  And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
  And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire
  And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
  Circus town's on the live wire

  And the strong man Samson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up
  And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors
  To his dimly lit trailer
  And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
  And the circus boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's ear "Hey son, you want to try the big top?"
  All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop


title: Incident On 57th Street
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
  With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick
  But dressed just like dynamite
  He tried selling his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
  But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy
  And you know hearts these days are cheap"
  And the pimps swung their axes and said
  "Johnny you're a cheater"
  Well the pimps swung their axes and said
  "Johnny you're a liar"
  And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice
  Said, "Johnny don't cry"
  Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name
  I want to drive you down to the other side of town
  Where paradise ain't so crowded
  There'll be action going down on Shanty Lane tonight
  All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight
  Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night

  Oh good night, it's alright Jane
  Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
  We may find it out on the street tonight baby
  Or we may walk until the daylight maybe

  Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves
  Oh she looked so fine
  Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true
  But then she didn't really mind
  Upstairs a band was playing
  The singer was singing something about going home
  She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight
  But just don't leave me alone"

  And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane
  Word is down the cops have found the vein"
  Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods
  Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good
  They left the corners
  Threw away all their switchblade knives
  And kissed each other good-bye

  Johnny was sitting on the fire escape
  Watching the kids playing down the street
  He called down "Hey little heroes
  Summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore"
  Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat
  Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on
  And the sister prays for lost souls
  Then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone

  Jane moves over to share her pillow
  But opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
  She says "Those romantic young boys
  All they ever want to do is fight"
  Those romantic young boys
  They're calling through the window
  "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"
  And Johnny whispered:
  Good night, it's all tight Jane
  I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
  We may find it out on the street tonight baby
  Or we may walk until the daylight maybe

  Ah good night, it's all right Jane
  I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
  Ah we can find it out on the street tonight baby
  Or we may walk until the daylight maybe

  Ah, good night, it's all right Jane
  I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
  Now we may find it out on, on the street tonight baby
  Or we may have to walk until the morning light maybe


title: Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Spread out now, Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
  You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
  You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
  And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
  You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son
  The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue
  Ah, Rosie, you're the one

  Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats
  Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's, tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
  Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
  Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
  She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs, cause you know we ain't gonna come
  Ah, I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
  And Rosie, you're the one

  Rosalita, jump a little lighter
  Señorita, come sit by my fire
  I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
  Rosalita, you're my stone desire

  Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there
  Ah, Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they'll be comin' up for air
  We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool
  Stay out all night, it's gonna feel all right
  So Rosie, come out tonight, oh, baby, come out tonight
  Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor
  Oh, closets are for hangers, winners use the door
  So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for

  Rosalita, jump a little lighter
  Señorita, come sit by my fire
  I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
  Rosalita, you're my stone desire
  All right

  Now, I know your mama, she don't like me cause I play in a rock and roll band
  And I know your daddy, he don't dig me, but he never did understand
  Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
  I'm coming to lend a hand
  I'm coming to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
  Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
  But now you're sad, your mama's mad
  And your papa says he knows that I don't (have any money)
  Whoa, your papa says he knows (that I don't have any money)
  Whoa, so your daddy says he knows I don't have (Papa says he knows that I don't have any money)
  Well, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
  Because the record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance

  And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy
  And my machine, she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
  Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong
  By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms
  I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
  There's a little café where they play guitars all night and all day
  You can hear 'em in the back room strummin'
  So hold tight, baby, cause don't you know daddy's comin'
  Oh, everybody, so!

  Rosalita, jump a little lighter
  Señorita, come sit by my fire
  I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
  Rosalita, you're my stone desire
  Oh, yeah


title: New York City Serenade
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
  Sitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac
  Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
  As she falls so softly beneath him
  Jackie's heels are stacked
  Billy's got cleats on his boots
  Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
  And come back home with the loot
  It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
  It's a mad dog's promenade
  So walk tall
  Or baby, don't walk at all

  Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady
  She baits them tenement walls
  She won't take corner boys
  They ain't got no money
  And they're so easy
  I said, "Hey, baby won't you take my hand?
  Walk with me down Broadway
  Well mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway," yeah
  I'm a young man, I talk real loud
  Yeah babe, I walk real proud for you
  Ah, so shake it away
  So shake away your street life
  Shake away your city life
  Hook up to the train
  And hook up to the night train
  Hook it up
  Hook up to the, hook up to the train

  But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
  No, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
  Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
  Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
  She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
  And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
  So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on

  Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, aw, play me a serenade
  Any deeper blue and you're playing in your grave
  Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
  Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darling yearling sharp boy
  Straight for the church note ringing, vibes man sting a trash can
  Listen to your junk man
  Aw, listen to your junk man
  Listen to your junk man
  Oh, listen to your junk man
  He's singing (Singing)
  He's singing (Singing)
  He's singing (Singing)
  All dressed up in satin, walking past the alley (Singing)
  He's singing, singing, singing, singing
  Singing, singing, singing, singing

  Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
  (Singing, singing, singing)
  Oh, oh, ooh, ooh
  Oh yeah
  Watch I'ma be a junk man
  Oh, watch I'ma be a junk man
  Come on, little girl
  Won't ya?
  Watch I'ma be a junk man


title: Tenth Avenue Freeze Out
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  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
  'Cause I'm running on the bad side
  And I got my back to the wall
  Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out

  I was stranded in the jungle
  Tryin' to take in all the heat they was giving
  The night is dark but the sidewalks 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
  I walked into 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


title: Night
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  You get up every morning at the sound of the bell
  You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell
  'Til 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 circuit's 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 'til the night

  Well 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


title: Backstreets
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  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
  We let loose of everything
  To go

  Running on the backstreets
  Running on the backstreets
  Terry you swore we'd live forever
  Taking it on them backstreets together
  Yeah

  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
  Wa oh, wa oh

  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 to walk like the heroes
  We thought we had to be
  Well 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
  Where we swore forever friends
  On the backstreets until the end

  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  It's all right
  We'll go hiding on the backstreets tonight
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Hiding on the backstreets
  Oh, hey, whoa, oh-oh


title: Born To Run
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  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 steppin' out over the line
  Oh, 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
  Yes, girl, we were

  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
  Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
  'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
  But I gotta know how it feels
  I want to know if love is wild, babe
  I want to know if love is real
  Oh, can you show me?

  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

  (1, 2, 3, 4) The highways 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
  Oh, 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

  Oh honey, tramps like us
  Baby, we were born to run
  Come on with me, tramps like us
  Baby, we were born to run


title: She's The One
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  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 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 wanna 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 she's the one
  She's the one


title: Meeting Across The River
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  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?


title: Jungleland
author: Bruce Springsteen
lyrics:
  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 girl
  And the kids round here look just 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

  Well the midnight gangs 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
  Contact's 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 DJ plays
  Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
  Desperate as the night moves on
  Just one 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 night
  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 what's 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 the night they reach for their moment
  And try to make an honest stand
  But they wind up wounded, not even dead
  Tonight in Jungleland


