one song

[MrRain422]

Hello, I know there's someone out there who can understand

And who's feeling the same way as me

I'm 24 and I've got everything to live for

But I know now that it wasn't meant to be

'Cause all has been lost and all has been won

And there's nothing left for us to save

But now I know that I don't want to be alone today

So if you find that you've been feeling just the same

 

Call me now, it's all right

It's just the end of the world

You'll need a friend in the world

'Cause you can't hide

So call and I'll get right back

If your intentions are pure

I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world

 

I've got a photograph, I'll send it off today

And you will see that I am perfectly sane

Not for a lifetime or forever and a day

'Cause we know now that just won't be the case

 

Call me now, it's all right

It's just the end of the world

You'll need a friend in the world

'Cause you can't hide

So call and I'll get right back

If your intentions are pure

I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world

 

There will be no commitment and no confessions

And no little secrets to keep

No little children or

Houses with roses

Just the end of the world and me

'Cause all has been gone and all has been done

And there's nothing left for us to say

But we could be together as they blow it all away

And we can share in every moment as it breaks

 

So call me now, it's all right

It's just the end of the world

You'll need a friend in the world

'Cause you can't hide

So call and I'll get right back

If your intentions are pure

I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world

 

So call me now, it's all right

It's just the end of the world

You'll need a friend in the world

'Cause you can't hide

So call and I'll get right back

If your intentions are pure

I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world

[bobbob1313]

hey ain't it great for us to be alive

I've been lying in wait for you to come outside

I know you don't know me but I know a lot about you

you're the one who knows me better than I do

 

when I get back home

I'm gonna put your records on

I play 'em way too loud and I'll sing along

I know all the words to every song

and I don't really care

but tonight you sang one wrong

 

and I can't keep from talking

I can't keep from talking about you

and I just wanted to thank you

thank you for doing what you do

 

I wanted to tell the world a little bit about myself

realize my feelings and put them on a shelf

then jump out the window so you'd all know what it's about

'cause I can't be there to help you figure it out

 

and I can't keep from talking

I can't keep from talking about you

and I just wanted to thank you

thank you for doing what you do

[kathyp]

In your white lace and your wedding bells

You look the picture of contented new wealth

But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies

I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive

 

For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow

The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

 

When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me

Out of grey skies to change my misery

The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place

But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room

 

For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow

The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

 

The bitterest pill is mine to take

If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill

 

Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life

Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight

The dying spark, you left your mark on me

The promise of your kiss, but with someone else

 

For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow

The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

 

The bitterest pill is mine to take

If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill!

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

She said I'm sorry baby I'm leaving you tonight

I found someone new he's waitin' in the car outside

Ah honey how could you do it

We swore each other everlasting love

She said well yeah I know but when

We did - there was one thing we weren't

Really thinking of and that's money

 

Money changes everything

Money, money changes everything

We think we know what we're doin'

That don't mean a thing

It's all in the past now

Money changes everything

 

They shake your hand and they smile

And they buy you a drink

They say we'll be your friends

We'll stick with you till the end

Ah but everybody's only

Looking out for themselves

And you say well who can you trust

I'll tell you it's just

Nobody else's money

 

Money changes everything

Money changes everything

We think we know what we're doin'

We don't pull the strings

It's all in the past now

Money changes everything

 

Money changes everything

Money changes everything

We think we know what we're doing

We don't know a thing

It's all in the past now

 

Money changes everything

Money changes everything

Money changes everything

[awatt]

Well I was walking down the High Road,

And this guy stops me,

He'd just got in from New Zealand,

And he was looking for some mushy peas

I said, no, we hadn't really got any around here,

I said, but we do got...

Balti, Bhindi, strictly Hindi.

Dall, Halal, and I'm walking down the road,

We got, rocksoul, okra, bombay duck-ra,

Shrimp beansprout, comes with it or without,

Bagels soft or simply harder,

Exotic avocado or toxic empenada,

We got, akee, lassi, Somali waccy baccy,

I'm sure back home you know what tikka's all about...

Welcome stranger...to the humble neighbour hoods,

You can get inspiration along the highroad,

Hommus, cous cous, in the jus of octopus,

Pastrami and salami and lasagne on the go,

Welcome stranger, there's no danger,

Welcome to this humble neighbour hood

So anyway, I told him I was in this band, he said oh yeah!

Oh yeah? What's your music like? I said, it's errm...

Errm, well, it's kinda like...you know..

It's got a bit of ...um y'know...

Ragga, Bhangra, two-step Tanga,

Mini-cab radio, music on the go!

Urrm, surfbeat, backbeat, frontbeat, backseat,

There's a bunch of players and they're really letting go!

We got, Brit Pop, Hip Hop, Rockabilly, Lindy Hop,

Gaelic Heavy Metal fans, fighting in the road...

Aww sunday boozers for chewing gum users,

They got a crazy D.J. and she's really letting go!

Oh welcome stranger...to the humble...neighbour hoods,

Well I say, there's plenty of places to eat around here,

he say...Oh yeah? I'm pretty choosy! Let's check it out...

Welcome stranger, to the humble neighbour hoods,

Well check it all that! Por-da-sol, por-da-sol,

Walking down the highroad...

[tongue-tied]

Facing the world ain't easy

When there isn't anything going

Standing at the corner waiting

Watching time go by

 

Will I go to work today or shall I bide my time?

 

Cause when I see that union man walking down the street

He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve or I eat

Then he walks up to me then sun begins to shine

Then he walks right past and I know that I've gotta get back in the line

 

Now I think of what my momma told

She always said that it would never ever work out

But all I wanna do is make some money and bring you home some wine

But I don't want you to ever see me standing in that line

 

Cause that union man has got such a hold over me

He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve or I eat

Then he walks up to me then sun begins to shine

Then he walks right past and I know that I've gotta get back in the line

 

Get back, get back, get right back in the line

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

She came all the way from America

Had a blind date with destiny

And the sound of Te Awamutu

Had a truly sacred ring

Now her parents are divorced

And her friends committing suicide

 

I could not escape

A plea from the heart

You know what it means to me

She said "dont walk away

Im down on my knees

So please dont be mean to me"

 

So I talked to you for an hour

In the bar of a small town hotel

You asked me what I was thinking

I was thinking of a padded cell

With a black and white t.v.

To stop us from getting lonely

 

I could not escape

A plea from the heart

You know what it means to me

She said "dont walk away

Im down on my knees

So please dont be mean to me"

No, I could not escape

A plea from the heart

Mysterious sympathy

I couldnt wait for a chance

To walk out the door

You know what it means to me

 

I saw you lying in the arms of a poet

I heard him tell you t...tantalising lies

Well whaddya know, whaddya know

 

I could not escape

Youre down on the floor

You know what it means to me

I couldnt wait for a chance

To walk out the door

Mean...

You know what it means

In the arms of a poet

You know what it means

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Oh I used to be disgusted

and now I try to be amused.

But since their wings have got rusted,

you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,

that's when I knew that I could not refuse.

And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

 

I was watching while you're dancing away.

Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.

How come everybody wants to be your friend?

You know that it still hurts me just to say it.

 

Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that)

Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad)

She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad)

but it's so hard to refuse.

How can you say that I'm too old,

when the angels have stolen my red shoes.

 

Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die."

She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy.

That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.

Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.

Oh I used to be disgusted

and now I try to be amused.

But since their wings have got rusted,

you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes

[awatt]

World service bulletin - from the nightshift D.J.,

To all wavebands on earth

- Reconnoitre on the killahertz,

This tune is going out to Marconi,

To all corners of the globe,

There is no hut in the Serengeti,

Where my wavelengths do not probe,

An' if a rocket went to Saturn...

We sure a D.J. is on board,

For some anti-gravity mixing,

With two dub plates of U-Roy...

Throwdown!Stray Cat strut in Bulawayo,

Buddy Rich in Burundi,

Quadraphenia in Armenia,

Armenia City of the sky,

Big Youth booming in Djkarta,

Nina Simone over Sierra Leone...

Wild sound of Joujouka in Nevada...

Everywhere, everywhere

Bob's bringing it all back home...

Yeah I let the boogie woogie rumble,

In the back of Bangalore,

I get complaints from Bondi Beach,

What? No longboard surf hardcore?

Oh, send the rock steady out to Freddy,

Who juggles plates in Tsing Tao City,

'Cos tonight!

Bo Diddley's in Finland Station...

Sun Ra's in Omaha,

The Skatalites in New York City,

The Stooges rule over Habana...

The Bhundu Boys rock Acapulco,

Good hip hop in Islamabad,

Ali Farke Toure's in Oaxaca

N'Baaba Maal's all over Stalingrad...

While some are waking some are sleeping,

From Kamchatka to the Gabon,

Above the tradewind wingtips beating,

We calling out for Ronnie,

And da do Ron Ron Ron

We call the Cumbria to tumble,

Accross the peaks of the Himalayas,

We send the funk into the jungle,

To the last outpost of the bass player

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Motor cars, handle bars,

Bicycles for two.

Broken hearted jubilee.

 

Parachutes, army boots,

Sleeping bags for two.

Sentimental jamboree.

 

Buy! buy!

Says the sign in the shop window.

Why? why?

Says the junk in the yard.

 

Da da ya da da da,

Da da da,

Da da ya da da,

Da da da da da da da.

 

Candlesticks, building bricks,

Something old and new.

Memories for you and me.

 

Buy! buy!

Says the sign in the shop window.

Why? why?

Says the junk in the yard.

[awatt]

I'm riding down Kingsley,

figuring I'll get a drink

Turn the radio up loud,

so I don't have to think,

I take her to the floor,

looking for a moment when the world seems right,

And I tear into the guts,

of something in the night.

 

You're born with nothing,

and better off that way,

Soon as you've got something they send

someone to try and take it away,

You can ride this road 'till dawn,

without another human being in sight,

Just kids wasted on

something in the night.

 

Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,

when it's your last time around,

I got stuff running 'round my head

That I just can't live down.

 

When we found the things we loved,

They were crushed and dying in the dirt.

We tried to pick up the pieces,

And get away without getting hurt,

But they caught us at the state line,

And burned our cars in one last fight,

And left us running burned and blind,

Chasing something in the night.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I'm riding down Kingsley,

figuring I'll get a drink

Turn the radio up loud,

so I don't have to think,

I take her to the floor,

looking for a moment when the world seems right,

And I tear into the guts,

of something in the night.

 

You're born with nothing,

and better off that way,

Soon as you've got something they send

someone to try and take it away,

You can ride this road 'till dawn,

without another human being in sight,

Just kids wasted on

something in the night.

 

Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,

when it's your last time around,

I got stuff running 'round my head

That I just can't live down.

 

When we found the things we loved,

They were crushed and dying in the dirt.

We tried to pick up the pieces,

And get away without getting hurt,

But they caught us at the state line,

And burned our cars in one last fight,

And left us running burned and blind,

Chasing something in the night.

I do LOVE me some Bruce!!!

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I do LOVE me some Bruce!!!

 

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 sellin' 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 goin' 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 really didn't mind

Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' 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 sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' 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 callin' 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

[awatt]

I do LOVE me some Bruce!!!

 

I had a feeling.... that one was always one of my favorites.

 

This one too:

 

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

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks

Goin' someplace there's no goin' back

Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretchin' round the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest

No home no job no peace no rest

 

The highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

 

He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag

Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last

In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass

Got a one-way ticket to the promised land

You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand

Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the city aqueduct

 

The highway is alive tonight

But where it's headed everybody knows

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

 

Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy

Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries

Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air

Look for me Mom I'll be there

Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand

Or decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free

Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."

 

The highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad

[awatt]

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks

Goin' someplace there's no goin' back

Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretchin' round the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest

No home no job no peace no rest

 

The highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

 

He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag

Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last

In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass

Got a one-way ticket to the promised land

You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand

Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the city aqueduct

 

The highway is alive tonight

But where it's headed everybody knows

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

 

Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy

Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries

Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air

Look for me Mom I'll be there

Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand

Or decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free

Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."

 

The highway is alive tonight

But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes

I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad

 

 

Fucking great song. It's a Springsteen jamboree...

[awatt]

I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet

Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks

Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points

I'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint

 

Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime

Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone

Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape

 

The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift

It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives

In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby

Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch

Goodnight good luck one two powershift

 

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the front seat she's sittin' in my lap

We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap

I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

 

5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast

I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas

Gotta call my baby on the telephone

Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home

Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm coverin' ground

 

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers

Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation

Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Fucking great song. It's a Springsteen jamboree...

I have made a couple of dear friends in real life through a casual metion of Bruce. Tramps like us...

 

Act 1 Scene 1

 

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.

[awatt]

Hey bus driver keep the change,

Bless your children, give them names,

Don

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Hey bus driver keep the change,

Bless your children, give them names,

Don

[awatt]

Don't get me started on Bruce...though I will say first show I saw was 1978 at the Fabulous Forum in Los Angeles.

 

Lots of friends tied in with Bruce experience before Wilco.

 

 

When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore,

And your eyes are tired and there's

someone at your door

And you realize you wanna let go

And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace

Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with

Streets of fire

 

I'm wandering, a loser down these tracks

I'm dying, but girl I can't go back

'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name

And when you realize how they tricked you this time

And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire

In these streets of fire

 

I live now, only with strangers

I talk to only strangers

I walk with angels that have no place

Streets of fire

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Don't get me started on Bruce...though I will say first show I saw was 1978 at the Fabulous Forum in Los Angeles.

 

I was a week shy of my 16th birthday. I begged, pleaded, bargained and cajoled my parents into driving me to Shreveport, La. for my first Rock show EVER. Springsteen...1976...Born to Run Tour...and nothing has EVER been the same. Talk about ruining every other concert I have seen since...

 

Now...a wonderful song from the criminally overproduced HUMAN TOUCH record:

 

 

Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain

Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs

And love in vain

You were down where the river grows wider

Baby, let me be your soul driver

 

Well if something in the air feels a little unkind

Don't worry darlin'

It'll slip your mind

I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider

Baby let me be your soul driver

 

Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns

Will we hit it rich

Or crash and burn

Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate

This love potion's all we've got

One toast before it's too late

 

If the angels are unkind or the season is dark

Or if in the end

Love just falls apart

Well then here's to our destruction

Baby let me be your soul driver

[awatt]

Springsteen in 76??!!! Un-fucking-believable! What a show that must have been. I'm sure you saw him many times since then, no? I started in 78 and continued seeing shows into the 90s, including once in Rotterdam, Germany in 1985.

 

I've always been partial to the early albums...

 

 

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 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

That 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

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Springsteen in 76??!!! Un-fucking-believable! What a show that must have been. I'm sure you saw him many times since then, no? I started in 78 and continued seeing shows into the 90s, including once in Rotterdam, Germany in 1985.

 

In '78, my best friend and I hit Dallas, San Antonio, Houston, New Orleans, Jackson, Memphis and Nashville. Best July of my life (until D-Man was born).

 

 

Last night I dreamed we was running through the outlands

Tears streaming, your pretty face all a wreck

(I held your daddy's gun in my tremblin' hands)

And down the highway another stranger comes

You gotta take 'em baby when they come.

 

Little girl put on your best dress

'Cause we're goin' out on the town tonight

(Better bring along your switchblades)

'Cause for sure some fool's gonna wanna fight

You've got to take 'em baby as they come

 

You gotta take 'em, take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em baby as they come

 

God save the rider in the black night

Save the man who taught that it was right

To do what they have done

To become what we have become

You gotta take 'em when they come

Little girl, gone are the days

Faded away into a clear blue night

And all the vows that we made

Lie shattered and broken in the morning light;

You gotta take 'em when they come

 

You gotta take 'em, take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em baby as they come

 

I know your heart is breaking

I can feel it too

Though my finger on the trigger's shakin'

Here I swear to you

If I could take all your sorrow so that you'd never cry, girl, or be blue

(Come tommorow)

That's what I'd do for you, pretty one

I swear I'll take 'em baby when they come

 

You gotta take 'em, take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em as they come, girl

Take 'em baby as they come

[Analogman]

Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine,

Get out the pans, don't just stand there dreamin'

Get out of the way, get out of the way,

 

Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.

 

Line up a long shot maybe try it two times, maybe more,

Good to know you got shoes to wear when you find the floor,

Why hold out for more?

 

Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.

 

Askin' you nice, now, keep the mother rollin'

One more time, been down before,

You just don't have to go no more, no more.

 

Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.