A mis sentidos: Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen, estuvo de concierto ayer en Sevilla en el Estadio Olímpico, el tiempo con una calor sofocante, pero merecio la pena sólo por escucharle.

Él es de Nueva Jersey (EE.UU.) tiene un gran compromiso social y sus letras son reinvidicativas, comentó que apoya al movimiento Occupy Wall Street, así como que su país está en recesión y que el nuestro en una depresión.

I was raised outta steel / here in the swamps of Jersey
Some misty years ago / through the mud and the beer.
The blood and the cheers/I’ve seen champions come & go.
So if you’ve got the guts Mr/Yeah,if you got the balls.
If you think it’s your time / then step to the line
and bring on your wrecking ball

Bring on your wrecking ball(2X)
C’mon and take your best shot / let me see what you got
Bring on your wrecking ball.

Now, my home’s here in / these meadowlands,
where mosquitoes grow / big as airplanes.
Here where the blood is spilled.
The Arena’s filled & Giants / played their games.

So raise up your glasses/and let me hear your voices call.
‘Cause tonight all the dead are here.
So bring on your wrecking ball.

Bring on your ...(2X)...your wrecking ball.(Cl.Cl.+)

Yeah,we know that come tomorrow/None ofthis will be here
So hold tight to your anger / Hold tight to your anger(2X)
And don’t fall to your fears.

Now, when alls this Steel / and these stories
Drift away to rust / and all our youth and beauty
has been given tothe dust/when the game hasbeen decided.
And we’re burnin’ down the clock
and all our little victories and glories
have turned into parking lots
when your best hopes and desires,
are scattered to the wind / and hard times come and
hard times go and
hard times come and hard times go and(6X)
hard times come and hard times go
Yeah, just to come again.(Cl.Cl.+)

Bring on your ....(2X)..your wrecking ball.[2X]

14.5.11

Thunder Road - Bruce Springsteen

The screen door slams
Mary' 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 saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm 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 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 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 it 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 roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It's town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win

13.4.11

Born to run - Bruce Springsteen

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
(Chorus)
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

(Chorus)

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.

9.3.11

Devils And Dust - Bruce Springsteen

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust

We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

We've got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They want to take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands

I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust

Well I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust.

13.2.11

Cover Me -Bruce Springsteen

Cover Me - Bruce Springsteen

The times are tough now, just getting tougher
this old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
cover me, come on baby, cover me
well i'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
promise me baby you won't let them find us
hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us
cover me, shut the door and cover me
well i'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Outside's the rain, the driving snow
i can hear the wild wind blowing
turn out the light, bolt the door
i ain't going out there no more
This whole world is out there just trying to score
i've seen enough i don't want to see any more,
cover me, come on and cover me
i'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

28.8.10

Bruce Sprinsteen en Born on the USA

Born down in a dead man's town
the first kick i took was when i hit the ground
you end up like a dog that's been beat too much
till you spend half your life just covering up
Chorus
born in the u.s.a.
i was born in the u.s.a.
i was born in the u.s.a.
born in the u.s.a.
Got in a little hometown jam
so they put a rifle in my hand
sent me off to a foreign land
to go and kill the yellow man
Chorus
Come back home to the refinery
hiring man says, "son if it was up to me."
went down to see my v.a. man
he said, "son, don't you understand now."
Had a brother at khe sahn
fighting off the viet cong
they're still there he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in saigon
i got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
out by the gas fires of the refinery
i'm ten years burning down the road
now here to run ain't got nowhere to go
Chorus
I'm a long gone daddy in the u.s.a.
born in the u.s.a.
born in the u.s.a.
born in the u.s.a.
i'm a cool rocking daddy in the u.s.a.
¡Oye, nena!

Nací en un pueblo
de mala muerte.

La primera patada que recibí
fue cuando caí al suelo.

Acabas como un perro al que
le han dado demasiados palos.
Hasta que pasas
media vida cubriéndote.

Nacido en Estados Unidos,
yo nací en Estados Unidos.
Yo nací en Estados Unidos,
nacido en Estados Unidos.

Me metí en un lío en el pueblo.
Así que me pusieron
un rifle en mi mano.

Me enviaron a
un país extranjero...
para que matara
hombres amarillos.

Nacido en Estados Unidos,
yo nací en Estados Unidos.
Yo nací en Estados Unidos,
nacido en Estados Unidos.

Vuelvo a la refinería
de mi pueblo.

El capataz me dice:
"Hijo, si dependiera de mí...".

Fui a la Administración
de Veteranos de Guerra.

Me dijeron:
"Hijo, ¿no lo entiendes?".

Tenía un hermano
en Khe Sahu.

Luchando contra
el Viet Cong.

Ellos aún están allí,
pero él ha muerto.

Él tenía una mujer en Saigón
a la que amaba.

Ahora tengo una foto
de él en sus brazos.

A la sombra de
la penitenciaría.

Cerca de los fuegos de gas
de la refinería.

Llevo diez años
quemando la carretera.

Sin sitio adonde huir,
no tengo adonde ir.

Nacido en Estados Unidos,
yo nací en Estados Unidos.
Nacido en Estados Unidos,
soy un tío sin futuro
en los Estados Unidos.

Nacido en Estados Unidos,
yo nací en Estados Unidos.
Nacido en Estados Unidos,
soy un tío tocando rock
en los Estados Unidos.

18.4.08

Downbound Train - Bruce Springsteen

Tenía un trabajo, tenía una chica,´
tenía algo que marchaba en este mundo.
Me echaron del almacen de madera,
nuestro amor fue a peor,
los tiempos se hicieron duros.
Ahora trabajo en el tunel de lavado donde lo único que hace
es llover.
¿ No te sientes como si fueses un pasajero
en un tren a la deriva?

Ella simplemente dijo :" Joe,
tengo que irme, lo tuvimos una vez pero no lo tuvimos más."
Hizo las maletas, me dejo atras y se compro
un billete en la estacion central.
Por las noches oigo aquel pitido sonar,
siento su beso en la lluvia brumosa y me siento
como si fuese un pasajero en un tren a la deriva.

La pasada noche oi tu voz, estabas llorando, estabas
tan sola...
Dijiste que tu amor nunca había muerto y que
me estabas esperando en casa.
Me puse la chaqueta y corri por los bosques,
corri hasta que pense que el pecho me iba a explotar.
Allí en el claro, al lado de la autopista, en la luz de la
luna nuestra casa nupcial brilló.
Me arrastre por el jardín, atravese de un golpe la puerta,
mi cabeza palpitaba.
Subi las escaleras, la habitacion estaba oscura,
nuestra cama vacia, y oí ese largo pitido quejumbroso( el del tren).

Ahora trabajo cargando con el martillo en la
cuadrilla del ferrocarril, golpeando esas traviesas cruzadas,bajo
la lluvia.
¿Ahora, no te sientes como si fueses un jinete en un tren
a la deriba?