Bruce Springsteen
LETTER TO YOU

  ONE MINUTE YOU'RE HERE
... Text folgt ...
 
  LETTER TO YOU
Neath a crowd of mongrel trees I pulled that bothersome thread
Got down on my knees, grabbed my pen and bowed my head
Tried to summon all that my heart finds true
And send it in my letter to you
Whoa!

Things I found out through hard times and good
I wrote ’em all out in ink and blood
Dug deep in my soul and signed my name true
And sent it in my letter to you

In my letter to you
I took all my fears and doubts
In my letter to you
All the hard things I found out
In my letter to you
All that I found true
And I sent it in my letter to you

I took all the sunshine and rain
All my happiness and all my pain
The dark evеning stars and the morning sky of blue
And I sent it in my lеtter to you
And I sent it in my letter to you

In my letter to you
I took all my fears and doubts
In my letter to you
All the hard things I found out
In my letter to you
All that I found true
And I sent it in my letter to you
I sent it in my letter to you
 
  BURNIN' TRAIN
... Text folgt ...
 
  JANEY NEEDS A SHOOTER
Well Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides
He investigates her and silently bates her every little sigh
Oh, he probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through a stethoscope
Oh, his hands are so old and his instruments so cold
Janey turns him down like dope

And Janey's got a proctor from his marble pulpit he smiles
He provides consolation and an open invitation to confession at any time
Between the pages of his bible he holds from what Janey he hides
With her doors open wide she begs "Come inside"
He's too long been content to mess around with the handles on the outside

And Janey needs a shooter
A shooter like this boy on her side
Janey needs a shooter
Someone who knows her style
And I know her style

Well Janey loved a mechanic who owned a gas station down on Route 9
Well she took him to bed and I beat my head on his gas tanks and bled all over his tires
And then he smashed my car with big tow bar. I got out and asked him why
He said, " 'Cuz with her it's either you or me, and it's gonna be me"
And I watched Janey silently stand by

Then she flopped with a cop who lived 'round the block
He'd come peak in my window every night
Janey's skin would turn pale as the siren he'd wail outside my house all night long
When he knew she was inside
She said his big gun was fun but Janey's small, and sometimes he scared her
So I held her real close, she was more a saint than a ghost
And told her I so long had been prepared for her

And Janey needs a shooter
A shooter just like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter
Somebody who won't let her slide
And I can't let her slide

Woah, stay in here tonight, baby, and I won't let you slide.
I'm stayin' here tonight, woah, Janey, and I won't let you slide.
I'm stayin' here tonight.

 
  LAST MAN STANDING
... Text folgt ...
 
  THE POWER OF PRAYER
... Text folgt ...

 
  HOUSE OF A THOUSAND GUITARS
... Text folgt ...
 
  RAINMAKER
... Text folgt ...
 
  IF I WAS THE PRIEST
Well, there's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
And she's asking to be mine
And ain't that Jesus, he's standing in the doorway
With a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fine
He says, "We need you up in Dodge City, son
'Cause there's, oh, so many bad boys trying to work the same line"

Well, now if Jesus was the sheriff and I was the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
Oh, and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line
There's still too many bad boys trying to work the same line

Now old sweet Virgin Mary, she runs the Holy Grail saloon
Where for a nickel they'll give you whiskey and a personally blessed balloon
And the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the most, he runs the burlesque show
Where they let you in for free but, oh, hit you for your soul when you go
And Mary serves Mass on Sunday and then she sells her body on Monday to the boot maker who will pay the highest price
But he don't know he got stuck with a loser, Mary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozer
She's only been made once or twice by some kind of magic

And, well, things ain't been the same in heaven ever since big bad Bobby came to town
He's been known to down eleven and then ask for another round
And me I got scabs on my knees from kneeling way too long
You gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belong
And forget about the old friends and the old times
Because there's just too many new boys trying to work the same line

Now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my Mama was a thief
Oh, and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line
There's still too many outlaws trying to work the same line

Now there's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl by the water fountain
And she's asking to be mine
And Jesus, he's standing in the doorway
With his six-guns drawn and ready to fan
He says, "We need you, son, up in Dodge City"
But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne

 
  GHOSTS
I hear the sound of your guitar
Comin' from the mystic far
Stone and the gravel in your voice
Come in my dreams and I rejoice

It's your ghost moving through the night
Your spirit filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive

I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm comin' home

Old buckskin jacket you always wore
Hangs on the back of my bedroom door
Boots and the spurs you used to ride
Click down the hall but never arrive

It's just your ghost moving through the night
Your spirit filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive

I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm comin' home

Your old Fender Twin from Johnny's Music downtown
Still set on 10 to burn this house down
Count the band in then kick into overdrive
By the end of the set we leave no one alive

Ghosts runnin' through the night
Our spirits filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive

I shoulder your Les Paul and finger the fretboard
I make my vows to those who've come before
I turn up the volume, let the spirits be my guide
Meet you, brother and sister, on the other side

I'm alive, I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm comin' home
Yeah, I'm comin' home

 
  SONG FOR ORPHANS
The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
But time's grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions was left agein' junkie sheep

And how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
Woah left to ride those ever ghostly Arizona gusts
Oh cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' helpless in the void
High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' soot for soil

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, let the aurora shine the way
Woah the confederacy, she's in my name now, and the hounds are held at bay
Oh the axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscle play

The doorstep blanket weaver, oh Madonna pushes bells
From house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' well
To every gypsy mystic and hero that all the babies might find a place
Who've been lost to true fathers and mothers on their time travels deep in space

Now the sons return for fathers, but the fathers are all gone
Oh and the lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long
Those aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in songs
Run the length of a candle, and in a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
'Cause the confederacy, she's in my name now, and the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, I can feel my muscles play

The missions are filled with hermits lookin' for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men lookin' for a way in
And orphans abandoned on silver mountains are jumped in celestial alleyways
Wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses 'cause he takes in all the strays

He told me, "don't grow on empty legends boy, or lonely cradle songs
'Cause Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns
And this night she'll be long and lanky, and she'll speak in a mother tongue"
And then he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
And believe me my good Linda, woah help is on the way
And the confederacy, she's in our name now, and the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play
Do you feel your muscles play
 
 
  I'LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
... Text folgt ...