Last week it was Blinded by the Light, then Jungleland. This week it's Thunder Road. I think I have finally reached the age where liking Springsteen doesn't make me recoil in horror from myself and remain silent lest I reveal this most public shame. You know. Nebraska was always ok. And I think I posted about the dream I had where Elvis Costello and Springsteen sang to me at some big banquet in my honour held by my advisor at Hopkins. And, you know, in case Scotty Wainio ever shows up: you were right, Scotty, and I am sorry. 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'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 Riding out tonight to case the promised land 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 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 a town full of losers And I'm pulling out of here to win.

i should slap you margret. whats next, Jimmy Buffet? Billy Joel?

Bite your tongue, bitch. Though I know an awful lot of Manilow lyrics by heart.

I should slap you too Margret,unless I was at that banquet:)

you start in with the Manilow lyrics, i am puttin a call into your therapist.......an intervention would be in order.....

My son who usually listens to Rage Against the Machine,or NFX, loves Tom Jones or he used to play it to keep me in my room.

Ruh-Roh, Raggy, ReeRelRoh. Evil Woman (Jeff Lynne) You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end. Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use. There's an open road that leads nowhere, so just make some miles between here and there. There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in, You took my body and played to win, Ha Ha woman it's a crying shame, But you ain't got no one else to blame. CHORUS E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, Evil Woman Rolled in from another town, Hit some gold too hot to settle down, But a fool and his money soon go separate ways, And you found a fool lyin' in a daze, Ha Ha woman what you gonna do, You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you, It's so good that you're feeling pain, But you better get yourself on board the very next train. CHORUS:REPEAT Evil woman how you done me wrong, But now you're tryin' to wail a different song, Ha Ha funny how you broke me up, you made the wine now you drink the cup, I came runnin' every time you cried, Thought I saw love smilin' in your eyes, Ha Ha very nice to know, that you ain't got no place left to go. CHORUS:REPEAT

Dude: I love that song. And, btw, my name is Tommy and I became aware this year.

shit patrick, with some of the crap you listen to you should be a little more tolerant. ain't nothing wrong with the boss.

what crap?

CAN?

Because Patrick requested it: Looks Like We Made It -Artist: Barry Manilow as sung on "Greatest Hits" -Arista A2L 8601 -peak Billboard position # 1 for 1 week in 1977 -Words and Music by Richard Kerr and Will Jennings There are you, lookin' just the same as you did last time I touched you And here I am, close to gettin' tangled up inside the thought of you Do you love him as much as I love her? And will that love be strong when old feelings start to stir? Looks like we made it Left each other on the way to another love Looks like we made it Or I thought so till today Until you were there everywhere And all I could taste was love the way we made it Love's so strange, playin' hide'n'seek with hearts and always hurtin' We're the fools standin' close enough to touch those burnin' memories And if I hold you for the sake of all those times love made us lose our minds Could I ever let you go? Whoa, no, we made it Left each other on the way to another love Looks like we made it Or I thought so till today Until you were there everywhere And all I could taste was love the way we made it Oh, we made it Looks like we made it Left each other on the way to another love Looks like we made it Or I thought so till today Until you were there everywhere And all I could taste was love the way we made it Looks like we made it FADE Both think we made it

Can=crap my god nate

ok, a little something to cleanse the palate. just so you know, i'm looking these over to try to figure out how to cross-pollinate them with some madonna. maybe the "like a virgin" concept album. i just love her AOR. http://pinkfloyd.colorado.edu/lyrics/Animals.html

you think your opinion is any more valid than mine?

Suffer my wrath! Cherish written by Madonna and Patrick Leonard Track 6, Time: 5:03 ------------------------- So tired of broken hearts and losing at this game Before I start this dance I take a chance in telling you I want more than just romance You are my destiny, I can't let go baby can't you see Cupid please take your aim at me Chorus: Cherish the thought Of always having you here by my side (oh baby I) Cherish the joy You keep bringing it into my life (I'm always singing it) Cherish your strength You got the power to make me feel good (and baby I) Perish the thought Of ever leaving, I never would I was never satisfied with casual encounters I can't hide my need for two hearts that bleed with burning love That's the way it's got to be Romeo and Juliet, they never felt this way I bet So don't underestimate my point of view (chorus) Who? You! Can't get away I won't let you Who? You! I could never forget to Cherish is the word I use to remind me of your love Romeo and Juliet, they never felt this way I bet So don't underestimate my point of view Who? You! Can't get away I won't let you Who? You! I could never forget to Cherish is the word I use to remind me of your love (chorus) Give me faith give me joy, my boy I will always cherish you

eight six seven five three oh nigh eee yine.

Oh yeah? Driver's Seat Sniff'n'the Tears Words & Musique : Paul Roberts Doing alright A little jiving on a Saturday night And come what may Gonna dance the day away Jenny was sweet Show a smile for the people she needs I'm trouble, let's drive, I don't know the way you came alive News is blue (the news is blue) Has its own way to get to you What can I do (what can I do) When I remember my time with you Pick up your feet Got to move to the trick of the beat There is no lead Just take your place in the driver's seat Driver's seat, oohoo, driver's seat, yeah Doing alright A little jiving on a Saturday night And come what may Gonna dance the day away Driver's seat, oohoo, driver's seat, yeah Jenny was sweet There is no lead Pick up your feet, pick up, pick up Pick up your feet, gonna dance the day away Driver's seat, oohoo, driver's seat, yeah Driver's seat, oohoo, driver's seat, yeah Driver's seat...

of course not nate, that was an expression of dismay at your opinion. i said nothing of validity in the grand scheme of things.

i wouldn't have asked what was crap if i had intentions of debating validity. How futile that is.

futile shmootile. don't bad mouth the boss.

pffffft........ the boss can bite me. the over-rated, scruffy, no talent, new jersey turnpike crackpot.

You have something against the Big Road?

I never really thought one way or the other about Springsteen. If he comes on the radio, I don't switch it, but I don't go out buy his stuff either. Although I love the song I'm on Fire, probably because I can imitate him singing it perfectly.

Bruce is alright. Every now and then he comes up with a song I really like, but for the most part I can leave him. If I were a slightly more evil person I would corrupt this thread with canadian music and that would show you all!!

he wrote "because the night" for patty smith. i love that song. he always seemed like such a nice guy.

"the boss can bite me. the over-rated, scruffy, no talent, new jersey turnpike crackpot." I love it when people save me the trouble of having to actually type. What he said.

Augh! Augh! We're not gonna take it, never did and never will.

OK, then, I would like to nominate Genesis' "Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" as the rock opera (in potentia or did it ever get performed?) I'm most obsessed with right now. Blame Cameron, he made me watch Tommy, which I'd never seen. When I saw it, I realized I'd seen much better attempts at the same thing, and heard much better music (I love Pete Townshend, I really do, but Tommy's a bit stretched), Pink Floyd's the Wall being the better all over effort, and Genesis' Lamb being the musically superior effort. Anyway. Rock on.

Oh, and, just imagine Springsteen and Costello on this one: JUNGLELAND The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungleland