Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Tweeter and the Monkeyman

On may way into work this morning, I put 'Born to Run' by Bruce Springsteen on repeat. Not the album, the song. It's such a great song that you just never want to end. From the first barely audible murmurs that drag the listener in close to the speakers, forcing you to pay attention to it, to the brilliant 'breakdown' bit near the end in the music and subsequent rebirth of the song (1-2-3-4), via the amazing saxophone solo, this song has it all. What a tune.

This song brought Bruce to the forefront of American culture and his particular storytelling songs would come to dominate the charts and the critics mind's over the coming years. It all started with this confident album. Bruce was always 'Born to Run'. This song merely told people what to expect over the coming years.

PS: the title to this blog post is pretty obscure but fellow dylanologists will understand what I mean.

"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 "

Tweeter and the Monkeyman

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