Por Yovi-Girl @ 14:02 | Bruce Springsteen
Binded by the Night
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 throw 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
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
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 a 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 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
Oh but mama that’s where the fun is
Growin' Up
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 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 `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 wrath of the crowd
but when they said "Come down" I threw up
Ooh-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 custome dress
Well my feet they finally took root in the earth
but I got me a nice little place in the stars
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
Mary, Queen of Arkansas
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 all over again clean
I got contacts deep in Mexico
where the servants have been seen
Does this Bus at 82nd Street?
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".
Senorita, Spanish rose,
wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throw a rose to some
lucky, young matador
Lost in the Flood
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 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
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?
The Angel
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 strokes 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.
For You
Princess cards she sends me with her regards
barroom eyes shine vacancy,
to see her you gotta look hard
I was 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
Spirit in the Night
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, "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 gug 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 spirits in the night (all night) All night, all night
Its hard to be a Saint in the City
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 out of 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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