one song

[MrRain422]

The world I used to be afraid of doesn't scare me anymore

'Cause I know the things that matter are behind another door

This world will keep on turning and the stars will aways shine

And I started living on that night your heart became all mine

 

The first time I saw your big brown eyes and long red hair

To have you give your heart to me became my only prayer

When I gave you mine, you just used it for a while

And then you clutched on to another and dropped me in your file

 

You never gave my heart back, so my love you must have felt

Still I went crazy waiting for your stubborn heart to melt

You'd walk by with other guys and then you'd blow me a kiss

So I know you'll understand why I have to do a thing like this - I had to do a thing like this

 

The world I used to be afraid of doesn't scare me anymore

'Cause I know the things that matter are behind another door

This world will keep on turning and the stars will always shine

And I started living on that night your heart became all mine

 

We walked along the Detroit River where we always used to go

But instead of holding hands you were shivering in the snow

To let you turn your back on true love would have been a mortal sin

So I held you under water 'til you finally gave in - You finally gave in

 

I used to be so frightened, every night I turned and tossed

Wishing this cruel world would give me back the soulmate I had lost

But now your heart belongs to me, I couldn't live, now I've got love

Although you're dead, I can face this world 'til I join you up above - I will join you up above

 

The world I used to be afraid of doesn't scare me anymore

'Cause I know the things that matter are behind another door

This world will keep on turning and the stars will always shine

And I started living on the night your heart became all mine

[lizish]

 

i took to faces shooting stills and places

i took nudes of our youngest boy

I took two years to take his name over

i beat blank with blank's toy

 

i'd sing your praises to the devil's face

but even fire couldn't dry you out

you wouldn't know a good shot if you drank one

Then throws up throws punches throws everybody out

 

shut up and while we're on the subject

of endless me and the what's i've done

i didn't raise my boy to be your snapshot toy

not for you, not my son

 

And as he made his point, he opened up my eye:

We're off and running

North to Nothing, yeah

I would not miss him

as perfect as he ****

 

bet bottom dollar said as night day follows

ain't a thought you can call your own

just to vary someone's variation

to reshow what's been shown

(_Aaaah_)

a call to mothers and my fast ex-lovers

had the boys packing out by ten

we moved in with earl and his own two girls

i took photographs of spirograph--oh let's begin again

but then earl kept having nightmares

about being tamed by dogs and fence

and when the agents came and asked for him by name

well those dreams they made sense

 

Just when I'm used to him he has to go bye-bye...

We're off and running

North to Nothing, yeah

I don't miss him

as perfect as he ****

 

When dark came

When dark came

When dark came

When dark came

 

[Just when I'm used to him, he has to go bye-bye]

 

And i wrote and i've called you for wednesdays now

that's what the note tacked on to earl's door said

and i hard cried my way down the hall

i'll go south, i'll go south more ways than one

I'll probably need some cash to get started and so

i sold your pictures that won

 

love, Ann

 

(ps. i understand your man friend has turned up missing)

 

We're off and running

North to Nothing, yeah

I would not miss him

as perfect as he ****

 

And then dark came

And then dark came

And then dark came

And then dark came

[Sid Hartha]

How dare you say

 

[awatt]

When I lost you honey sometimes I think I lost my guts too

And I wish God would send me a word

send me something I'm afraid to lose

Lying in the heat of the night like prisoners all our lives

I get shivers down my spine and all I wanna do is hold you tight

 

(Chorus)

I swear I'll drive all night just to buy you some shoes

And to taste your tender charms

And I just wanna sleep tonight again in your arms

 

Tonight there's fallen angels and they're waiting for us down in the street

Tonight there's calling strangers,

hear them crying in defeat.

Let them go, let them go, let them go,

do their dances of the dead (let'em go right ahead)

You just dry your eyes girl, and c'mon c'mon

c'mon let's go to bed, baby, baby, baby

 

(Chorus)

 

There's machines and there's fire waiting on the edge of town

They're out there for hire but baby they can't hurt us now

Cause you've got, you've got, you've got,

you've got my love, you've got my love

Through the wind, through the rain, the snow, the wind, the rain

You've got, you've got my, my love

heart and soul

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

House got too crowded clothes got too tight

And I don't know just where I'm going tonight

Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard rain

There's somebody callin' my secret name

 

I'm going down to Lucky Town

Going down to Lucky Town

I wanna lose these blues I've found

Down in Lucky Town

Down in Lucky Town

 

Had a coat of fine leather and snakeskin boots

But that coat always had a tread hangin' loose

Well I pulled it one night and to my surprise

It led me right past your house and on over the rise

 

I'm going down to Lucky Town

Down to Lucky Town

I'm gonna lose these blues I've found

Down in Lucky Town

Down in Lucky Town

 

I had some victory that was just failure in deceit

Now the joke's comin' up through the soles of my feet

I been a long time walking on fortune's cane

Tonight I'm steppin' lightly and feelin' no pain

 

Well here's to your good looks baby now here's to my health

Here's to the loaded places that we take ourselves

When it comes to luck you make your own

Tonight I got dirt on my hands but I'm building me a new home

 

Down in Lucky Town

Down in Lucky Town

I'm gonna lose these blues I've found

Down in Lucky Town

[Marijn]

For everything looks so much better on the outside

For every day's the same will turn into a long night

Paid too much for losing touch

 

Because the apathy will crack me up in no time

Because insanity becomes a state of mind

It comes around again

That warning sound can wake me from my sleep

I've gotten into deep

 

But when you call I'll be ready for the flash

Got too heavy on the dark side

Tumble and fall

I've come a long way to get it back my friend

You took the credit for my lost right

How come it's still going on?

 

And when the councelling, it doesn't bring the silence

And when the craziness becomes a boring ride

I'll be around again

With every vow you take the best of me

The last thing that I needed

 

But when you call I'll be ready for the flash

got too heavy on the dark side

Tumble and fall

I've come a long way to get it back my friend

You took the credit for my lost right

How come it's still going on?

 

The time has come to ditch the agony and make another start

The time is up, I break the line and leave these words behind

Take back what was mine all along

 

When you call I'll be ready for the flash

Got too heavy on the dark side

Tumble and fall

I've come a long way to get it back my friend

You took the credit for my lost right

How come I'm still going strong?

 

(Johan)

[thebunk]

Seasons change and I have found you

Looks like you've been here a long time

Looks like you're here to stay

And I reason that that's ok

When though, when will you be leaving

 

You're way up in the trees

Or afloat on the seas

I can't afford your voice

but I have no choice

 

Your bird drizzles forth twice nightly

And I once held on to you so tightly

You were made of wood and cried that no one understood

But I had splinters in my fingers

 

Tears welled in my eyes

no surprise

Washed swiftly from the sands

Into my hands

Into my hands

 

Treehouse, your mind is like a treehouse

And I climb up the shaky ladder

Your bird flies with you in claws of orange hue

I watch you flying over my head

 

You could not care less

So you got more

Like driftwood from the shore

You were rotten to the core

rotten to the core

 

Seasons change...

[lizish]

Broken Family Band - Give and Take

 

I believed in her

And she believed in me

I spend all my time believing

When I should spent it reading the signs

 

Like the one above her head

Lit up neon red

Saying your heart is mine to break

And you are making a mistake

 

You should enjoy my body

You should enjoy my mind

I will take it away from you

In my own time

 

Now it doesn

[viatroy]

You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take

You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks

Out on to an open road you ride until the day

You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay

 

Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies

And in one last breath they built the roads they'd ride to their death

Driving on through the night, unable to break away

From the restless pull of the price you pay

 

Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay

Now you can't walk away from the price you pay

 

Now they'd come so far and they'd waited so long

Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong

Where the dark of night holds back the light of day

And you've gotta stand and fight for the price you pay

 

Little girl down on the strand

With that pretty little baby in your hands

Do you remember the story of the promised land

How he crossed the desert sands

And could not enter the chosen land

On the banks of the river he stayed

To face the price you pay

 

So let the games start, you better run you little wild heart

You can run through all the nights and all the days

But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign

That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay,

and girl before the end of the day,

I'm gonna tear it down and throw it away.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed

Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold

Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold

I'll meet you further on up the road

 

Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring

My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing

I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold

And I'll meet you further on up the road.

 

Further on up the road

Further on up the road

Where the way dark and the night is cold

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know

And I'll meet you further on up the road.

 

Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time

Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign

If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know

But I got this fever burnin' in my soul

So let's take the good times as they go

And I'll meet you further on up the road

 

Further on up the road

Further on up the road

Further on up the road

Further on up the road

 

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know

And I'll meet you further on up the road

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know

And I'll meet you further on up the road.

[MrRain422]

Our own correspondent

Is sorry to tell

Of an uneasy time

That all is not well

 

On the borders

There's movement

In the hills

There is trouble

Food is short

Crime is double

 

Prices have risen

Since the government fell

Casualties increase

As the enemy shell

The climate's unhealthy

Flies and rats thrive

And sooner or later

The end will arrive

 

This is your correspondent

Running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing

Looting

Burning

Rape

[awatt]

Great selections Crowjack and Viatroy!!!

 

 

I saw her standin' on her front lawn 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

 

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done

At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

 

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

 

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

 

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

[bobbob1313]

Most of the time

I'm clear focused all around,

Most of the time

I can keep both feet on the ground,

I can follow the path, I can read the signs,

Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,

I can handle whatever I stumble upon,

I don't even notice she's gone,

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time

It's well understood,

Most of the time

I wouldn't change it if I could,

I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,

I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,

I can survive, I can endure

And I don't even think about her

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time

My head is on straight,

Most of the time

I'm strong enough not to hate.

I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,

I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick

I can smile in the face of mankind.

Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time

She ain't even in my mind,

I wouldn't know her if I saw her

She's that far behind.

Most of the time

I can't even be sure

If she was ever with me

Or if I was with her.

 

Most of the time

I'm halfway content,

Most of the time

I know exactly where I went,

I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,

Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,

I don't compromised and I don't pretend,

I don't even care if I ever see her again

Most of the time.

[Fritz]

You came smiling softly

Shyly moving, easy as a dreamer, into my world

Then before I realized the danger

I found myself staring into your eyes

Somewhere in their colors

I saw promises of things I'd never seen before

I'ts all over; I've got to have you.

 

Holding onto talking, saying nothing

Knowing in a moment I could lose you

Then without a warning I remember

That you trembled at the touch of my hand.

Knowing when you came to me that

No one else would ever feel the same in my arms

It's all over; I've got to have you

 

Waking in the morning to the

Tenderness of holding you asleep in my arms

Dreaming while your hair was blowing

Softer than a whisper on your cheek

I dont know the feeling, so I dont know if its love

But its enough; its enough

It's all over; I've got to have you.

[Sid Hartha]

We came like babies

From our home across the sea to see America

And the people opened up their arms

To welcome us... to America

 

We came like children

From a far and distant land to see America

And the golden sun of freedom

filtered down to us, in America

 

And the people stood and stared

Loved us more than we had dared to, in America

 

Super highways here and there

Pretty womens everywhere

Brady Bunch and Smokey Bear

Buildings reaching to the sky

Afro-sheen and apple pie

PTA and FBI

 

Jumbo jet begins to rise

A joyful nation waves its bye-byes

 

Each religion, race, and creed

gets exactly what they need

God bless Johnny Appleseed

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Most of the time

I'm clear focused all around,

Most of the time

I can keep both feet on the ground,

I can follow the path, I can read the signs,

Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,

I can handle whatever I stumble upon,

I don't even notice she's gone,

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time

It's well understood,

Most of the time

I wouldn't change it if I could,

I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,

I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,

I can survive, I can endure

And I don't even think about her

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time

My head is on straight,

Most of the time

I'm strong enough not to hate.

I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,

I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick

I can smile in the face of mankind.

Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time

She ain't even in my mind,

I wouldn't know her if I saw her

She's that far behind.

Most of the time

I can't even be sure

If she was ever with me

Or if I was with her.

 

Most of the time

I'm halfway content,

Most of the time

I know exactly where I went,

I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,

Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,

I don't compromised and I don't pretend,

I don't even care if I ever see her again

Most of the time.

 

A really sad song...

[bobbob1313]

A really sad song...

 

Yeah, but it's so clever. I like how the "most of the time" seems optimistic at the beginning of the verse, but then at the end of each verse it just sounds so depressing. This song is the epitome of why I like Bob Dylan (and I don't even like him all that much).

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Great selections Crowjack and Viatroy!!!

I saw her standin' on her front lawn 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

 

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done

At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

 

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

 

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

 

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

 

Bruce fans REPRESENT!!!

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Hope three posts on the same topic in a row won't set off the aman/bobbob alarms.

 

I really love Bruce's work from his 'Domestic Bliss' period (i.e. Human Touch/Lucky Town). The production was way to '80's' on Human Touch, but some of theses songs are as good as ANYTHING Bruce has EVER written.

 

This is one of the best songs ever written about 'grown up' love.

 

 

Mister Trouble come walkin' this way

Year gone by feels like one long day

But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right

Well I run that hard road outta heartbreak city

Built a roadside carnival out of hurt and self-pity

It was all wrong well now I'm moving on

 

Ain't no church bells ringing

Ain't no flags unfurled

It's just me and you and the love we're bringing

Into the real world

Into the real world

 

I built a shrine in my heart it wasn't pretty to see

Made out of fool's gold memory and tears cried

Now I'm headin' over the rise

I'm searchin' for one clear moment of love and truth

I still got a little faith

But what I need is some proof tonight

I'm lookin' for it in your eyes

 

Ain't no church bells ringing

Ain't no flags unfurled

Just me and you and the faith we're bringing

Into the real world

Into the real world

 

Well tonight I just wanna shout

I feel my soul waist deep and sinkin'

Into this black river of doubt

I just wanna rise and walk along the riverside

And when the morning comes baby I don't wanna hide

I'll stand right at your side with my arms open wide

 

Well tonight I just wanna shout

I feel my soul waist deep and sinkin'

Into this black river of doubt

I just wanna rise and walk along the riverside

'Til the morning comes

I'll stand right by your side

 

I wanna find some answers I wanna ask for some help

I'm tired of running scared

Baby let's get our bags packed

We'll take it here to hell and heaven and back

And if love is hopeless hopeless at best

Come on put on your party dress it's ours tonight

And we're goin' with the tumblin' dice

 

Ain't no church bells ringing

Ain't no flags unfurled

It's just me and you and the hope we're bringing

Into the real world

Well into the real world

Oh into the real world

[bobbob1313]

Maybe Bruce's best late period work:

 

Theres a blood red circle

On the cold dark ground

And the rain is falling down

The church doors blown open

I can hear the organs song

But the congregations gone

 

My city of ruins

My city of ruins

 

Now the sweet veils of mercy

Drift through the evening trees

Young men on the corner

Like scattered leaves

The boarded up windows

The hustlers and thieves

While my brothers down on his knees

 

My city of ruins

My city of ruins

 

Come on rise up!

Come on rise up!

 

Now theres tears on the pillow

Darling where we slept

And you took my heart when you left

Without your sweet kiss

My soul is lost, my friend

Now tell me how do I begin again?

 

My citys in ruins

My citys in ruins

 

Now with these hands

I pray lord

With these hands

For the strength lord

With these hands

For the faith lord

With these hands

I pray lord

With these hands

For the strength lord

With these hands

For the faith lord

With these hands

 

Come on rise up!

Come on rise up!

Rise up

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Maybe Bruce's best late period work:

 

Theres a blood red circle

On the cold dark ground

And the rain is falling down

The church doors blown open

I can hear the organs song

But the congregations gone

 

My city of ruins

My city of ruins

 

Now the sweet veils of mercy

Drift through the evening trees

Young men on the corner

Like scattered leaves

The boarded up windows

The hustlers and thieves

While my brothers down on his knees

 

My city of ruins

My city of ruins

 

Come on rise up!

Come on rise up!

 

Now theres tears on the pillow

Darling where we slept

And you took my heart when you left

Without your sweet kiss

My soul is lost, my friend

Now tell me how do I begin again?

 

My citys in ruins

My citys in ruins

 

Now with these hands

I pray lord

With these hands

For the strength lord

With these hands

For the faith lord

With these hands

I pray lord

With these hands

For the strength lord

With these hands

For the faith lord

With these hands

 

Come on rise up!

Come on rise up!

Rise up

 

 

Not a big fan of his using it as a 911 elegy...was much more evocative and emotional as an epitaph for his adopted hometown.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I know this isn't BEST place to express my love of Springsteen's work, but the newsgroup sites are fucking zoos. The noise to signal ratio there is intolerable.

 

So...

 

 

A lot of folks had complained that Countin' on a Miracle as too anthemic and the repetition of the chorus at the end was evocative of 80's rock...

 

However, consider it as placed on the record before Empty Sky. Springsteen manages to catch the entire mood of the weeks and months followint 9/11 in these two songs.

 

It's a fairytale so tragic

There's no prince to break the spell

I don't believe in magic

But for you I will, for you I will

If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool

Darlin' for you

 

I'm countin' on a miracle

Baby I'm countin' on a miracle

Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle

To come through

 

There ain't no storybook story

There's no never-ending song

Our happily ever after Darlin'

Forever come and gone

I'm movin' on

If I'm gonna believe

I'll put my faith

Darlin' in you

 

I'm countin' on a miracle

Baby I'm countin' on a miracle

Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle

To come through

 

Sleeping beauty awakes from her dream

With her lover's kiss on her lips

Your kiss was taken from me

Now all I have is this

 

Your kiss, your kiss, your touch, your touch

Your heart, your heart, your strength, your strength

Your hope, your hope, your faith, your faith

Your face, your face, your love, your love

Your dream, your dream, your life, your life

 

 

I'm runnin' through the forest

With this wolf at my heels

My king is lost at midnight

When the tower bells peal

We've got no fairytale ending

In God's hands our fate is complete

Your heaven's here in my heart

Our love's this dust beneath my feet

Just this dust beneath my feet

If I'm gonna live

I'll life my life

Darlin' to you

 

I'm countin' on a miracle

Baby I'm countin' on a miracle

Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle

To come through

I'm countin' on a miracle

Baby I'm countin' on a miracle

Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle

To come through

I'm countin' on a miracle

Baby I'm countin' on a miracle

Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle

To come through

I'm countin' on a miracle

Baby I'm countin' on a miracle

Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle

To come through

************

I woke up this morning

I could barely breathe

Just an empty impression

In the bed where you used to be

I want a kiss from your lips

I want an eye for an eye

I woke up this morning to the empty sky

 

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

 

Blood on the streets

Yeah blood flowin' down

I hear the blood of my blood

Cryin' from the ground

 

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

 

On the plains of Jordan

I cut my bow from the wood

Of this tree of evil

Of this tree of good

I want a kiss from your lips

I want an eye for an eye

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

 

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

[awatt]

Perhaps it's time for a Springsteen appreciation thread!

 

Got to go back to the early days.....

 

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 doin' the E Street Shuffle

Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream

Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen

The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle

And Power's girl, Little Angel, 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 death in combat down on Lover's Lane

She drives all them local boys insane

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

Oh, oh, everybody form a line"

Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot

All them 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 StreetShuffle

As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams

Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans

And they move on out down to the scene

All the kids are dancin'

[viatroy]

I used to be ABATT

 

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 hear 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 sure talk gritty

It's so hard to be a saint in the city

[awatt]

I used to be ABATT

 

 

Me too, from around 1978 till 1992 (Human Touch and Lucky Town), then not so much. It is nice to revisit now every once in a while.

 

 

They're still racing out at the Trestles

But that blood it never burned in her veins

Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview

And a style she's trying to maintain

Well if she wants to see me

You can tell her that I'm easily found

Tell her there's a spot out `neath Abram's Bridge

And tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town

 

Everybody's got a secret Sonny

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

 

Some folks are born into a good life

Other folks get it anyway anyhow

I lost my money and I lost my wife

Them things don't seem to matter much to me now

Tonight I'll be on that hill `cause I can't stop

I'll be on that hill with everything I got

Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost

I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost

For wanting things that can only be found

In the darkness on the edge of town