La notte, la strada e The Boss

[Spider]

...cosa c'è di più bello di trovarsi alle 2 di notte a 140 in autostrada, con una onesta dose di birra in corpo e la pioggia che schiaffeggia il parabrezza, con il Boss che ruggisce Night e Born to Run, o sussurra dolcemente la versione acustica di Thunder Road e soprattutto Racing in the Streets?

[Spider]

THUNDER ROAD

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 ain't 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
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh 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 oh oh 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 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 rolling 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, I'm pulling out of here to win

[Spider]

NIGHT

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

[Spider]

BORN TO RUN

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
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're 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
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I'm 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 highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run

[Spider]

RACING IN THE STREET

I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racin' in the street

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast state
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys come home from work and wash up,
And go racin' in the street.


Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the street.

I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back,
and drove that little girl away,
But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs, "Baby did you make it all right,"
She sits on the porch of her Daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn,
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels,
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands.

Tonight, tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racin' in the street.

[alfaomega]

c***o, LUNEDì BIGLIETTI IN VENDITA DALLE 15.30 E ALLE 20 ERANO GIA' ESAURITI.... MA PORCA TROIA

[alba7302]

c***o, LUNEDì BIGLIETTI IN VENDITA DALLE 15.30 E ALLE 20 ERANO GIA' ESAURITI.... MA PORCA TROIA

uffi anch'io non sono riuscita a comprarli...............
ma sembra sarà un concerto unplugget per cui credo che il forum di milano non sia il luogo ideale per questo tipo di concerto.........
da fonti attendibili sembra farà un tour con la vecchia band

[dags1972]

...cosa c'è di più bello di trovarsi alle 2 di notte a 140 in autostrada, con una onesta dose di birra in corpo e la pioggia che schiaffeggia il parabrezza, con il Boss che ruggisce Night e Born to Run, o sussurra dolcemente la versione acustica di Thunder Road e soprattutto Racing in the Streets?

non lo so...

so soltanto che ogni volta che radio cd cassetta mi mette gli u2 e where the streets have no name....tempo 7 battute e trovo corriera, lavori in corso, semaforo, vecchietta che attraversa...

[dademaz]

ah spider come ti capisco!
cmq io ho trovato i biglietti x milano (ben 4 ).
x quanto riguarda l'acustica del forum sicuramente non è il max....ma chissenefrega...importante che bruce sia sul palco!!!!!

[Zio Vare]

non lo so...

so soltanto che ogni volta che radio cd cassetta mi mette gli u2 e where the streets have no name....tempo 7 battute e trovo corriera, lavori in corso, semaforo, vecchietta che attraversa...

AHAHAH!!

[alfaomega]

ah spider come ti capisco!
cmq io ho trovato i biglietti x milano (ben 4 ).

tutti già occupati?

[dademaz]

ah spider come ti capisco!
cmq io ho trovato i biglietti x milano (ben 4 ).

tutti già occupati?

hum forse no...ti faccio sapere!

[alba7302]

Bobby Jean



Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixsteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean
Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody nowherer nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did

Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there'll be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean


questa è la mia preferita.............forse non è la migliore ma ancora oggi mi fa venire i brividi quando l'ascolto.............

[alfaomega]

ah spider come ti capisco!
cmq io ho trovato i biglietti x milano (ben 4 ).

tutti già occupati?

hum forse no...ti faccio sapere!

ecco, fammi sapere che non ho problemi a farmi il viaggio

[kenzo]

Dopo aver visto il prezzo dei biglietti ho lasciato perdere.

Mi spiace ma anche The Boss è per la prima volta vittima dei mie problemi.
Ci tenevo molto dal momento che mi sono peso il tour unplugged di Tom Joad. C'est la vie.

Mi consolerò con il video del concerto appena sarà in rete.

[kenzo]

ah spider come ti capisco!
cmq io ho trovato i biglietti x milano (ben 4 ).

Yo 're deeply bastard. Se hai fatto testamento pensa anche a me: me ne basta 1. [/quote]

x quanto riguarda l'acustica del forum sicuramente non è il max....ma chissenefrega...importante che bruce sia sul palco!!!!!

Vero, il Forum è una schifezza, specie se stai sull'ultimo anello con le travi d'acciaio che tintinnano per tutta la serata.

[Spider]

Boh... avevo iniziato questo thread tornando da una serata a birre con aculnaig e Franceska.
Ieri tornavo da una serata a birre con aculnaig e Franceska, e guarda caso cosa c'era alla radio?

La canzone della primavera.
La canzone da urlare a pieni polmoni nella notte, per scrollarsi di dosso l'inverno e ripartire, una volta di più.

Col sorriso sulle labbra, verso l'estate.



DANCING IN THE DARK

I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look

You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark



DANZANDO NEL BUIO

Mi alzo di sera, e non ho nulla da dire
Torno a casa ch?è mattino,
e vado a letto con la stessa sensazione
Sono soltanto stanco, amico, sono solo stanco e stufo di me
Hey, baby, mi basterebbe anche un piccolo aiuto.

Non si può accendere un fuoco,
non si può accendere un fuoco senza una scintilla
Il mio fucile attende offerte,
anche se stiamo soltanto danzando nel buio.


Il messaggio arriva sempre più chiaro,
la radio è accesa ed io vago per casa
Mi guardo allo specchio,
vorrei cambiare i miei vestiti, i miei capelli, la mia faccia.
Amico, non succederà mai niente
se continui a stare seduto in una catapecchia come questa.
Da qualche parte c?è qualcosa che si muove, baby,
so solo che è così.

Non si può accendere un fuoco,
non si può accendere il fuoco senza una scintilla
Il mio fucile attende offerte,
anche se stiamo soltanto danzando nel buio.


Stai lì seduto ad invecchiare,
c?è una barzelletta su di me in giro
Mi scrollerò il mondo di dosso,
forza, baby, questa risata la offro io.


Resta nelle strade di questa città,
e ti modelleranno a loro piacimento
Ti dicono che devi essere sempre affamato,
hey, baby, io sto morendo di fame stanotte
Ho un disperato bisogno di azione,
sono stufo di restare qui a cercare di scrivere questo libro
Ho bisogno di una reazione d?amore,
forza, baby, mi basta anche soltanto uno sguardo.


Non si può accendere un fuoco
restando seduti a piangere su un cuore spezzato.
Il mio fucile attende offerte,
anche se stiamo solo danzando nel buio.

Non si può accendere un fuoco
frignando sul proprio piccolo mondo che cade a pezzi.
Il mio fucile attende offerte,
anche se stiamo solo danzando nel buio.

[BBB]

...cosa c'è di più bello di trovarsi alle 2 di notte a 140 in autostrada, con una onesta dose di birra in corpo e la pioggia che schiaffeggia il parabrezza, con il Boss che ruggisce Night e Born to Run, o sussurra dolcemente la versione acustica di Thunder Road e soprattutto Racing in the Streets?

Un esempio?
trovarsi alle 2 di notte a 90 all'ora in via vignolese, con una onesta dose di birra in corpo e la pioggia che schiaffeggia il parabrezza, con il Menestrello di Duluth che canta e lamenta Desolation Row:

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

[Spider]

trovarsi alle 2 di notte a 90 all'ora in via vignolese, con una onesta dose di birra in corpo e la pioggia che schiaffeggia il parabrezza, con il Menestrello di Duluth che canta e lamenta Desolation Row:

[DOCTOR POWDER]

IN VIAGGIO, IL MIO MEGLIO RESTA "DRIVE ALL NIGHT"! QUALCHE FORUMISTA, ANCHE NON POWDERIANO E' A MILANO IL 7 GIUGNO? BRUCE!BRUCE!BRUCE!BRUCE!BRUCE! E PPPPOOOOOWDEEEERRRRRRR!