Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteenis an American musician, singer, songwriter, and humanitarian. He is best known for his work with his E Street Band. Nicknamed "The Boss", Springsteen is widely known for his brand of poetic lyrics, Americana, working class and sometimes political sentiments centered on his native New Jersey, his distinctive voice and his lengthy and energetic stage performances, with concerts from the 1970s to the present decade running over three hours in length...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth23 September 1949
CityLong Beach, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We got to get out while we're young.
When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.
Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.
Some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece.
Blind faith in your leaders, or in anything, will get you killed.
We just sit around talking about the old times She says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about: Glory days, well they'll pass you by Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye, Glory days, glory days
People deserve... the truth. They deserve honesty. The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it's essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
People deserve. . . the truth. They deserve honesty. The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it's essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
Bruce Springsteen and the Trope of the Female Salvator?
Everything I knew and dreamed about was packed into those songs,
See, I was nine years old when I saw Elvis on 'Ed Sullivan', and I had to get a guitar the next day. I stood in front of my mirror with that guitar on. . . and I knew then that's what had been missing.
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary/Out by the gas fires of the refinery/I'm 10 years burning down the road/Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go,
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright.
We're a long, long way from home. Home's a long, long way from us.