Álbum Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. de Bruce Springsteen - Canciones

Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

1973 |

Estilo(s) | Classic Rock

Sello | Columbia

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1. Blinded by the LightVer letra 5:02
   

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   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 a hot spot
   Snappin’ his fingers, clappin’ his hands
   And some fleshpot, mascot was tied into a lovers 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, anticyclone
   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 he 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 by in 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
   It 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 going 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 complaining 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, mama that's where the fun is
   
   Woo, yeah
   (I was blinded)
   Oh, mama, oh, mama, oh mama
   (I was blinded)
   Oh, mama, oh, mama
   (I was blinded)
   I was blinded
   (I was blinded)
   I was blinded
   (I was blinded)
   I was blinded
   (I was blinded)
   I was blinded
   (I was blinded)
   I was blinded
   (I was blinded)
   I was blinded

2. Growin' UpVer letra 3:05
   

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   I stood stone - like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
   I combed my hair till 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 come out with my soul untouched
   I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "sit down", I stood up
   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 'em 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... Growin' up
   
   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... Growin' up. Ooh... Growin' up

3. Mary Queen of ArkansasVer letra 5:20
   

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   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 ma 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 all over again clean
   I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen

4. Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?Ver letra 2:05
   

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   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
   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
   Rex said that lady left him limp. Love's like that (sure it is).
   
   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"
   
   Se? Orita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
   Uptown in Harlem she throw a rose to some lucky, young matador.

5. Lost in the FloodVer letra 5:14
   

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   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
   His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
   The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a 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 'er 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 racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The
   Saint
   Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin'
   Point
   He rides head first 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 he 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 hard ware
   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
   And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off
   His feet
   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?
   Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
   I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

6. The AngelVer letra 3:23
   

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   The angel rides with hunch-backed 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 weather-beaten 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.

   Músicos invitados: Richard Davis (2) (Bass [Upright])
7. For YouVer letra 4:39
   

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   Princess cards she sends me
   With her regards
   Oh, 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
   
   Oh, 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
   
   Well, crawl into my ambulance
   Your pulse is getting weak
   Oh; 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
   
   Well 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
   Oh, alright, mmm
   
   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
   Yeah, that ragged, jagged melody
   She still clings to me like a leach
   
   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 life was one long emergency
   And your cloud line urges me
   And my electric surges free, wooo

8. Spirit in the NightVer letra 4:58
   

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   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 them shoot through you
   
   Well now Wild Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap
   He said, "Trust 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
   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 it do to you
   Spirits in the night (all the night) in the night (all night)

   Músicos invitados: Bruce Springsteen (Bass), Bruce Springsteen (Piano), Harold Wheeler (Piano)
9. It's Hard to Be a Saint in the CityVer letra 3:13
   

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   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 just like a Harley in heat
   When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat
   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

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