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18 July 2007 @ 08:49 am
Bruce Springsteen strikes again  

Because this is just gorgeous. On the record it's like, really nice, but done like this, piano only, it's... well..... astonishing. I love it to pieces. And I want him back. Geez Bruce, when is ESB coming? XD

Princess cards she sends me with her regards
barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
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

God it's so emotional.... sometimes you forget to have this stuff in the million downloaded shows you have there, but luckily you find out sooner or later XD
feeling: pensivepensive
on rotation: for you - bruce springsteen
°°  £å  §âM¥  °°: Jon *muah*lasamy on July 18th, 2007 07:49 am (UTC)
ciao fatina....... ♥
_izu_ on July 18th, 2007 08:03 am (UTC)
giuro che ora la leggo...ciò che mi sconvolge è l'orario in cui postasti XD
kezzamorphosis on July 18th, 2007 12:45 pm (UTC)
Lavi, dahling... you gave me my first giggle of the morning...

Around here, ESB is an abbreviation for Excess Sperm Buildup, used in a sentence such as "Boy, is he cranky, he needs to get laid and get rid of some of that ESB!"

(Which is why I laugh at the ESB beer at the store--it also stands for Extra Special Bitters.)

It's been too long, doll, we must communicate soon! ♥
the female ghost of tom joad: teh bossjanie_tangerine on July 20th, 2007 07:59 am (UTC)
I've got something on the ways for you, I'm going to the post office soon ♥

OMG you know that that isn't... that isn't something I thought COULD exist (the ESB thing) but....... oh God I hope Bruce never knows it XD