Bruce Springsteen Unsung Poet

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Bruce Springsteen Unsung Poet?

• Rock Star? YES!!

• Poet? YES!!

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Born To RunIn the day we sweat it out in the
streets of a runaway American dreamAt night we
ride through mansions of glory in suicide
machinesSprung from cages out on highway
9,Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out
over the lineBaby this town rips the bones from
your backIts a death trap, its a suicide
rapWe gotta get out while were youngcause
tramps like us, baby we were born to runWendy
let me in I wanna be your friendI want to guard
your dreams and visionsJust wrap your legs round
these velvet rimsAnd strap your hands across my
enginesTogether we could break this trapWell
run till we drop, baby well never go backWill
you walk with me out on the wirecause baby Im
just a scared and lonely riderBut I gotta find
out how it feelsI want to know if love is wild,
girl I want to know if love is realBeyond the
palace hemi-powered drones scream down the
boulevardThe girls comb their hair in rearview
mirrorsAnd the boys try to look so hardThe
amusement park rises bold and starkKids are
huddled on the beach in a mistI wanna die with
you Wendy on the streets tonightIn an
everlasting kissThe highways jammed with broken
heroes on a last chance power driveEverybodys
out on the run tonight but theres no place left
to hideTogether Wendy well live with the
sadnessIll love you with all the madness in my
soulSomeday girl I dont know when were gonna
get to that placeWhere we really want to go and
well walk in the sunBut till then tramps like
us baby we were born to run
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The Ghost of Tom Joad Men walkin long the
railroad tracksGoin someplace theres no goin
backHighway patrol choppers comin up over the
bridgeHot soup on a campfire under the
bridgeShelter line stretchin round the
cornerWelcome to the new world orderFamilies
sleepin in their cars in the southwestNo home
no job no peace no restThe highway is alive
tonightBut nobodys kiddin nobody about where
it goesIm sittin down here in the campfire
lightSearchin for the ghost of tom joadHe
pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping
bagPreacher lights up a butt and takes a
dragWaitin for when the last shall be first and
the first shall be lastIn a cardboard box neath
the underpassGot a one-way ticket to the
promised landYou got a hole in your belly and
gun in your handSleepin on a pillow of solid
rockBathin in the city aqueductThe highway is
alive tonightWhere its headed everybody
knowsIm sittin down here in the campfire
lightWaitin on the ghost of tom joadNow tom
said mom, wherever theres a cop beatin a
guyWherever a hungry newborn baby criesWhere
theres a fight against the blood and hatred in
the airLook for me mom Ill be thereWherever
theres somebody fightin for a place to standOr
a decent job or a helpin handWherever
somebodys strugglin to be freeLook in their
eyes mom youll see me.Well the highway is alive
tonightBut nobodys kiddin nobody about where
it goesIm sittin down here in the campfire
lightWith the ghost of old tom joad
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STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA I was bruised and
battered and I couldnt tell what I feltI was
unrecognizable to myselfI saw my reflection in a
window I didnt knowMy own faceOh brother are
you gonna leave meWastinawayOn the streets of
Philadelphia I walked the avenue till my
legs felt like stoneI heard the voices of
friends vanished and goneAt night I could hear
the blood in my veinsBlack and whispering as the
rainOn the streets of philadelphiaAint no
angel gonna greet meIts just you and I my
friendMy clothes dont fit me no moreI walked a
thousand milesJust to slip the skinThe night
has fallen, Im lyinawakeI can feel myself
fading awaySo receive me brother with your
faithless kissOr will we leave each other alone
like thisOn the streets of Philadelphia