Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Madman drummers bummers, 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 unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong, play the song with the funky break" And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Asked me if I needed a ride But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night She's gonna make it through the night But mama, that's where the fun is But mama, that's where the fun is Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner, watching the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Madman drummers bummers, 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 unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"
I expect a lot from the Boss! Unfortunately, most songs are pretty stupid when you see them written out, but they can still sound good.
Let's cue up REM's Losing My Religion. What kind of drunk babbling crap is this?
Oh, life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up
(chorus) That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight, I'm Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm Choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no, I've said too much I set it up Consider this Consider this The hint of the century Consider this The slip that brought me To my knees failed What if all these fantasies Come flailing around Now I've said too much I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream That was just a dream
(repeat chorus)
But that was just a dream Try, cry, why try? That was just a dream Just a dream, just a dream Dream
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Bruce has some amazing lyrics. I just love this one.
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while were young `cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims And strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap Well run till we drop, baby well never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss
The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybodys out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together wendy well live with the sadness Ill love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when were gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run
As for strange lyrics, John Fogerty must have been high as a kite when he wrote Lookin' Out My Back Door. That song is so...far out, man!
Does ANY of this make sense?
Just got home from Illinois. Lock the front door oh boy. Got to set down take a rest on the porch. Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin Doot doot doot lookin out my back door. Giant doin cart wheels. A statue wearing high heels. Look at all the happy creatures dancing on and on. Dinosaur victrola listenin to Buck Owens, doot doot doot lookin out my back door Tambourines and elephants are playin in the band. Won't you take a ride on the flyin spoon doot doo doo. Forward troubles Illinois. Lock the front door oh boy. Look at all the happy creatures dancin on and on. Bother me tomorrow, today I'll find no sorrow. doot doot doot lookin out my back door. Tambourines and elephants are playin in the band. Won't you take a ride on the flyin spoon doot doo doo. Wondrous apparitions provided by Magicians doot doot doot lookin out my back door. Smile with me tomorrow, today I'll find no sorrow, doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
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I've always thought Don Henley's lyrics were pretty good, working musically but also making more sense than most:
Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the evening news Just give me something, something I can use People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry
Well, I could've been an actor, but I wound up here I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em all around
We got the bubbleheaded bleach-blonde, comes on at 5 She can tell you about the plane crash with a gleam in her eye It's interesting when people die, give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet? You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet Get the widow on the set, we need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on You don't really want to know just how far it's gone Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around
Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie Love to cut you down to size, we love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing When it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry
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Definitely agree on Don Henley, this has been one of my favorites since I could remember lyrically and musically.
Last Resort - Don Henley/Glen Frey
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She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air. She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee, just as her father came across the sea.
She heard about a place people were smilin', they spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land. And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide seeking a place to stand or a place to hide.
Down in the crowded bars out for a good time, can't wait to tell you all what it's like up there. And they called it paradise, I don't know why. Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high.
Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert, through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu where the pretty people play hungry for power to light their neon way and give them things to do.
Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em, put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought 'em. And they called it paradise, the place to be, they watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea.
You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina just like the missionaries did so many years ago. They even brought a neon sign 'Jesus is Coming', brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign.
Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine? 'Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here. We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.
And you can see them there on Sunday morning stand up and sing about what it's like up there. They called it paradise, I don't know why. You call some place paradise - kiss it goodbye.
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"Our Country won't go on forever, if we stay soft as we are now. There won't be any AMERICA because some foreign soldiery will invade us and take our women and breed a hardier race!"
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One of my favorite songwriters of all time is Al Stewart.
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Roads to Moscow
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn Moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees And all that I ever was able to see The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come - riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow And all that I ever was able to see The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, Standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us As we're stealing through the blackness of the night, You'll never know, you'll never hear us And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning roads leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home it will almost be spring The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever was able to see The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, Now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask me of the time When I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner "They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say; They turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know Why I was taken from the line and all the others To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never" And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever
Hey politician, can't believe a word you say Almighty media, whose truth d'you sell today? Watchdog of justice, who keeps their eye on you? Con man, song in hand, who you singin' to? The more I get to see, the less I understand I'm just another ordinary man.
Hey politician, can't believe a word you say Almighty media, whose truth d'you sell today? Watchdog of justice, who keeps their eye on you? Con man, song in hand, who you singin' to? The more I get to see, the less I understand I'm just another ordinary man.
"Blinded by the Light" was first released in 1973 and was the first single Bruce ever released, from his first album "Greetings from Asbury Park N.J.". It flopped
Manfred Mann covered it in 1976 and it hit #1 in the charts.
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Blinded By The Light was alleged to be about masturbation. Adolescent pumps his way into his hat would be a tip-off. One must understand that Springsteen was heavily influenced by Bob Dylan in his early days,and was probably trying to BE Bob Dylan.
Being an old fart,as I am,I was around and aware of Springsteen long before he achieved mainstream success.Not trying to toot my own horn,but I'd venture to say that I was "hip" to Springsteen nearly from the beginning,and definitely long before most folks had ever heard of him. I can't say I was ever a rabid fan,but I did like his early albums.They had some quality songs on them,and they ran counter to the popular trends of the day.Bear in mind that there was lots of other "stuff" being pushed by the labels at the time,and what he was doing wasn't it.
I've always enjoyed Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out,Mary,Queen of Arkansas,Blinded By The Light,and his anthem to the American teen,Born To Run.That's one great song,no matter what anyone says. I'd say his sell-out started with Born In The U.S.A,which is a song with a message that is grossly misinterpreted by most listeners.Actually LISTEN to the lyrics.
He did a few other popular things that I liked,like Pink Cadillac and Hungry Heart,but in my humble opinion,he had nothing else to say after that. His records like Nebraska aren't things I would even attempt to sit through.
In my opinion,he became passe long ago. He isn't on my radar,of artists I care anything about,but if certain songs come on the radio,I'll definitely listen,because they are quality tunes,and I like them.
Walking past a TV display in a store several years ago,I saw him and the E boys doing a show,and wasn't impressed.Didn't hang around to watch.
Bear in mind that my musical likes and opinions are greatly shaped by the place I grew up in-Texas-and the era of my coming-of-age.Plus being a guitar player and singer,too.
To make a long story even longer,Id like to also mention George Thorogood and The Delaware Destroyers. They also came along at a time when virtually NOBODY was listening to or pushing retro,throwback music.Then you have this brash kid picking slide guitar in a style like old dead bluesmen,with a growling voice,a rhythm section,and a take-no-prisoners attitude. It was right up my alley. Do you think any of his stuff got actual AIRPLAY,in the beginning? Of course not-it wasn't what the studios were pushing in the teeny market. But for old-school blues maniacs like me-which Texas grows in abundance-that stuff was right up my alley,and I devoured every release that came out.Music like this was from-the-heart,made by people that idolized their musical heroes,and wanted to follow in their footsteps,whether they got rich or starved to death trying.
I completely missed out on genres like punk and angst and people hating their parents. Had no frame of reference for any of that-didn't understand it,didn't want to,and it just didn't apply to me.And I still don't get it,and hope I never do.
By the way,there is a new ZZ Top DVD out,called Double Down. It is a double disc release. Disc 1 is the one you want. Someone finally came to their senses,and made a great copy of the legendary performance in Essen,Germany in 1980 for the Rockpalast program. This is Billy,Frank,and Dusty at their finest,supporting their new album,Deguello. Not to be missed!!
that's good info, I remember just seeing something on VH1 recently where he was on a small stage talking to the crowd complaining how MMB changed 2 or 3 words to his song and that made it so much better.
I've never been a fan of Bruce, but just thought it was funny to hear that.
I enjoy Bruces newer stuff as well. I think "Tunnel of Love" and the dual release after that are his weakest albums, but Bruce and the E-gang rocks hard. I've been to several of their concerts here in Oslo, and they always give 110%, and play long.
Springsteen in concert is something everyone should see. Even if you aren't a huge fan of his, you will end up being more of a fan after you see him. The energy he brings is amazing and I don't know how he does it every night.
Some of the imagery and word choices in Roads to Moscow really grab a hold of me. If you've ever been in combat, the lines "two broken Tigers on fire in the night, flicker their souls to the wind. We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin" you will understand how the vision of that can come so clearly to mind. There is just so much imagery in that song that reaches me. The part
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us As we're stealing through the blackness of the night, You'll never know, you'll never hear us
has special meaning to me.
I have sat in front of the fireplace in the dark listening to that while looking into the flames. I have shared that song with other similarly minded friends.
To me - incredibly powerful.
Al Stewart did a couple great historical songs. "Old Admirals" and "The Last Day of June 1934."
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Blinded By The Light was alleged to be about masturbation. Adolescent pumps his way into his hat would be a tip-off. One must understand that Springsteen was heavily influenced by Bob Dylan in his early days,and was probably trying to BE Bob Dylan.
Spot on, it's that whole "imagistic poetry thing" where the song isn't necessarily about anything but is just a stream of images. The song can mean anything you want it to mean.
I don't think "Blinded by the Light" falls into "worst lyrics evah" territory. You want bad lyrics, listen to Bryan Adams.
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I always thought it was 'Blinded by the light, wrapped up like a douche...' lol
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Al Stewart did a couple great historical songs. "Old Admirals" and "The Last Day of June 1934."
2 excellent songs, those. I'd have to rate "Past, Present, & Future" as his best album overall, mainly on the strength of the 3 named songs and "Nostradamus." To me, Al Stewart is the songwriter Dylan wishes he could be. He really has a way of putting you THERE with the lyrics & music he chooses.
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Hey politician, can't believe a word you say Almighty media, whose truth d'you sell today? Watchdog of justice, who keeps their eye on you? Con man, song in hand, who you singin' to? The more I get to see, the less I understand I'm just another ordinary man.
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