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bear by san

They made their choices and they'll never know,

What it means to steal, to cheat, to lie,
What it's like to live and die.


I love living in the future. I was trying to remember the above snatch of lyrics from Bruce Spingsteen's "Prove it all Night," and my brain was a blank, and staring at lists of song titles was failing to remind me which bloody song it might be that I was looking for.

But I finally remembered one unusual word in the lyrics--"dynamo"--et voila.

What the hell did we do before Google? Oh, I remember. Spent frustrated days trying to remember the title of that damned song and asking people "Hey, do you recall--"

In other news, it's probably a bad sign when one starts identifying with Stevie Nicks lyrics.

I wanted to fly through the world in a golden ball
Many of the cities, I never saw at all
Sometimes I think I was always on-call
Sometimes even I am allowed to fall


(I corrected the lyrics on the page slightly, based on my own mishearing of them. *g*)

Okay, it's no "Play Like A Girl," and it's certainly not poetry, but they can't all be, can they? And I think a bunch of us girls can probably stand to internalize that last line a little more than we do.

I like this bit too:

And he says, "What do you love to do?
Outside your world,
Who spends time with you
From whom do you learn when you're not working... Sweet Girl?

"Where would you go if you had the time?
Crossing some crazy state line somewhere?
To whom do you cry
When people are unkind... Sweet Girl?"

But I chose to dance across the stages of the world...


And because I'm a big fan of combining frivolity and destruction (I was just telling someone that one of my favorite movies is Torch Song Trilogy), have a bird flu update.

Comments

Deuce, woman. Not that that makes any more sense. *g*
Right! And it STILL MAKES NO SENSE. YOUR LYRICS MAKE NO SENSE.

Ahem.

Sorry about that.
psst.

It's dirty.

*g*
Deuce, is a two seater hot rod car. "cut loose like a deuce." Hot rods go fast. Not that all the rest of Blinded By The Light makes sense but at least that line does.

*waves* Hi, karabair pointed me over her at the mention of Bruce.

Also, for Bruce lyrics, this site is a searchable database of Bruce tracks and there is another if you are looking for crazy rare stuff like early version, alt lyrics, and songs that never saw the light of an album or many live performances.

barefoot girl rides to the rescue...

I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean,
Tonight we'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline,
To buy you a gold ring and pretty dress of blue,
Baby just one kiss will get these things for you,
A kiss to seal our fate tonight,
A kiss to prove it all night.

Prove it all night,
Girl there's nothing else that we can do,
So prove it all night, prove it all night,
And girl I'll prove it all night for you.

Everybody's got a hunger, a hunger they can't resist,
There's so much that you want, you deserve much more than this,
But if dreams came true, oh, wouldn't that be nice,
But this ain't no dream we're living through tonight,
Girl, you want it, you take it, you pay the price.

Prove it all night, prove it all night girl and call the bluff,
prove it all night, prove it all night and girl,
I prove it all night for your love.

Baby, tie your hair back in a long white bow,
Meet me in the fields out behind the dynamo,
You hear the voices telling you not to go,
They made their choices and they'll never know,
What it means to steal, to cheat, to lie,
What it's like to live and die...


lyrics c. Bruce Springsteen, natch. Obsessive fangrrling c. suricattus. You want scary, ask me about "Meeting Across the River/Jungleland."


Re: barefoot girl rides to the rescue...

*g* Where were you when I needd you to read my mind, though?

Re: barefoot girl rides to the rescue...

In a noisy bar in the way wrong time zone...
There's a live version on the Fleetwood Mac album The Dance.

I am nothing if not helpful.