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Springsteen - Sherry Darling - The Spectrum October 14, 2009


Springsteen - Ramrod - The Spectrum October 14, 2009


Springsteen - I Wanna Marry You - The Spectrum October 19, 2009

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Música

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Música

Etiquetas: Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen

Llevo mucho tiempo esperando este momento. Pero por fin ha llegado. Hoy es el día "B". El día del Boss, el día de Bruce, y de la E Street Band. No tengo las entradas que hubiera deseado, aunque no me quejo, pues la cosa cada vez está más complicada. Y mis esfuerzos y mi dinero me ha costado. El caso es que estoy seguro de que, una vez más, no me va a defraudar el concierto de esta noche, pese a la notable y triste ausencia del mítico Danny Federici.

Ojalá tuviera unos mínimos dotes musicales para disfrutar interpretando las canciones de Springsteen, como por ejemplo hace este fan (Michael Christensen) con una de mis canciones preferidas de Magic: "I'll work for your love".



Pour me a drink Theresa
In one of those glasses you dust off
And I'll watch the bones in your back
Like the stations of the cross

'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo
At your lips a crown of thorns
Whatever other deals goin' down
To this one I'm sworn

I'll work for your love, dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love

The dust of civilizations
And loves sweet remains
Slip off of your fingers
And come driftin' down like rain

The pages of Revelation
Lie open in your empty eyes of blue
I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this I promise you

I'll work for your love, dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love

Your tears, they fill the rosary
At your feet, my temple of bones
Here in this perdition we go on and on

Now our city of peace has crumbled
Our book of faith's been tossed
And I'm just out here searchin'
For my own piece of the cross

The late afternoon sun fills the room
With the mist of the garden before the fall I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall

I'll work for your love, dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your...
What others may want for free
I'll work for your...
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love

Imagen: Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band (Roy Bittan - keyboards; Clarence Clemons - saxophone, percussion; Danny Federici - keyboards; Nils Lofgren - guitars; Patti Scialfa - vocals, guitar; Garry Tallent - bass; Steven Van Zandt - guitars; Max Weinberg - drums).

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Magic, Música

Bruce Springsteen - The Ghost of Tom Joad

"En California nos encontramos con una curiosa actitud hacia un colectivo que garantiza el éxito de nuestra agricultura. A los emigrantes los necesitamos y los odiamos. En cuanto llegan a un distrito, se topan con esa antipatía atávica del lugareño hacia el extraño, el forastero, con un odio que se repite desde los comienzos de la historia, desde la aldea más primitiva a nuestras granjas industriales. A los emigrantes se los odia por los siguientes motivos: porque son sucios e ignorantes, porque traen enfermedades, porque su presencia en una población obliga a un incremento de los efectivos policiales y del gasto escolar, y porque, si se constituyen en sindicatos, pueden llegar a negarse a trabajar y arruinar cosechas enteras. Nunca logran ser admitidos en la comunidad ni en la vida de la comunidad. Son auténticos vagabundos a los que se les niega el derecho a integrarse en las poblaciones que necesitan de sus servicios.

Veamos quiénes son, de dónde vienen y por dónde vagan. Años atrás eran braceros de diversas razas a quienes se animó a venir, a menudo importados como mano de obra barata; los primeros fueron chinos, luego llegaron filipinos, los japoneses y los mexicanos. Eran extranjeros y, como tales, se les condenó al ostracismo y la segregación. Se les trataba como a ganado.

Cuando intentaban organizarse, los deportaban o los arrestaban y, sin defensores a los que recurrir, nunca conseguían llamar la atención sobre sus problemas. Pero no hace muchos años estos temporeros extranjeros empezaron a asociarse; aquello hizo saltar todas las alarmas y desembocó en una deportación masiva, pues ya había aparecido un nuevo contingente del que obtener mano de obra barata.



La sequía del Medio Oeste ha empujado a la población rural de Oklahoma, Nebraska y partes de Kansas y Texas hacia el oste. Sus tierras están agotadas y ya no pueden regresar a ellas. Miles de agricultores cruzan estados enteros en viejos automóviles renqueantes. Viven en la miseria, tienen hambre y se han quedado sin hogar, dispuestos a aceptar cualquier jornal para poder comer y dar de comer a sus hijos.

Estos nuevos vagabundos suelen llegar a California después de haber agotado todos sus recursos para viajar hasta aquí; incluso tienen que vender por el camino viejas mantas, herramientas y utensilios de cocina para pagar la gasolina. Llegan confundidos y derrotados, a menudo casi muertos de hambre, con una única necesidad que cubrir: encontrar trabajo, por el salario que sea, para poder dar de comer a su familia".

John Steinbeck, Los vagabundos de la cosecha, Barcelona, Libros del Asteroide, 2007.



Woody Guthrie - Blowin' Down the Road

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, John Steinbeck, Libros, Música

Bruce Springsteen - "Long Walk Home" (Wembley Seeger Sessions, London, 11-11-2006)


Bruce Springsteen - "Long Walk Home" (2007)

Last night I stood at your doorstep
Trying to figure out what went wrong
You just slipped something into my palm and you were gone

I could smell the same deep green of summer
'Bove me the same night sky was glowin'
In the distance I could see the town where I was born

It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
A long walk home

In town I pass Sal's grocery
Barber shop on South Street
I looked in their faces*
They're all rank strangers to me*

Well Veteran's Hall high upon the hill
Stood silent and alone
The diner was shuttered and boarded
With a sign that just said "gone"

It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

[Guitar break]
[Sax break]

Here everybody has a neighbor
Everybody has a friend
Everybody has a reason to begin again

My father said "Son, we're lucky in this town,
It's a beautiful place to be born.
It just wraps its arms around you,
Nobody crowds you and nobody goes it alone"

"Your flag flyin' over the courthouse
Means certain things are set in stone.
Who we are, what we'll do and what we won't"

It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

[guitar break]
[sax break]

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Magic, Música

Agudiza el oído y disfruta de la sencillez y el sentimiento del Jefe:



Bruce Springsteen - Countin' on a Miracle (acoustic).
Recording played at end of every show on 'Rising' tour 2002-2003

It's a fairytale so tragic
There's no prince to break the spell
I don't believe in magic
But for you I will, for you I will
If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool
Darlin' for you

I'm countin' on a miracle
Baby I'm countin' on a miracle
Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle
To come through

There ain't no storybook story
There's no never-ending song
Our happily ever after Darlin'
Forever come and gone
I'm movin' on
If I'm gonna believe
I'll put my faith
Darlin' in you

I'm countin' on a miracle
Baby I'm countin' on a miracle
Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle
To come through

Sleeping beauty awakes from her dream
With her lover's kiss on her lips
Your kiss was taken from me
Now all I have is this

Your kiss, your kiss, your touch, your touch
Your heart, your heart, your strength, your strength
Your hope, your hope, your faith, your faith
Your face, your face, your love, your love
Your dream, your dream, your life, your life

I'm runnin' through the forest
With this wolf at my heels
My king is lost at midnight
When the tower bells peal
We've got no fairytale ending
In God's hands our fate is complete
Your heaven's here in my heart
Our love's this dust beneath my feet
Just this dust beneath my feet
If I'm gonna live
I'll life my life
Darlin' to you

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Música

Jesse Malin - Broken Radio (featuring Bruce Springsteen), from the album by Jesse Malin Glitter in the Gutter

I was thinking about another time still in my mind
When I used to know a little girl high on this world

Your baby loves you more than you know
Raised on rivalry and rock’n roll
Moving to the motor City soul
She lets go
On the radio

Well we never had a lot of cash
But we loved those kids
Some say that she missed the boat
But she just burned the bridge

The angels love you more than you know
Raised on robbery and rock’n roll
Moving to the Motor City soul
She takes hold
On the radio

Stomachache Sundays
And books we never read
Well I was hoping one day
We might meet again

She used to talk about astrology
She was born in June
She danced with strangers and celebrities
Empty stars and the full moon

I was thinking about the universe
For what its worth
Or the one about the Phoenix bird
That died and then returned

The angels love you more than you know
Raised on robbery and rock’ n roll
Moving to the Motor City soul
Moving to the Motor City soul
Sometimes I see her face
When there’s no place to go
On the radio
On the radio
On the radio
Broken radio


Bruce Springsteen - Radio Nowere (from the album Magic)

I was trying to find my way home,
But all I heard was a drone.
Bouncin' off a satellite
Crushing the last long American night.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?

I was sitting around a dirt dial
Just another lost number in a file.
Been in some kinda dark cove
Just searching for a world with some soul.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm.
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm.
I just want to hear some rhythm.

I want a thousand guitars.
I want pounding drums.
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

(Sax solo)

I was driving thru the misty rain
Yeah, searching for a mystery train.
Bopping thru the wild blue
Trying to make a connection with you.

This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere.
Is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm (you swoon.)
I just want to hear some rhythm (you swoon.)
I just want to hear you swoon.
I just want to hear you swoon.
I just want to hear you swoon.
I just want to hear you swoon.
I just want to hear you swoon.
I just want to hear you swoon.

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Jesse Malin, Música

He aquí una bellísima canción, originalmente compuesta e interpretada por Tom Waits (Heartattack And Vine, 1980) y dedicada a su mujer, Kathleen Brennan. Es tan buena la original, que tiene mérito que gente como Bruce Springsteen o Bon Jovi se hayan atrevido a versionarla, con buenos resultados, por cierto.

Tom Waits - Jersey Girl

Got no time for the corner boys, down in the street makin all that noise,
Dont want no whores on eighth avenue, cause tonight Im gonna be with you.

Cause tonight Im gonna take that ride, across the river to the jersey side,
Take my baby to the carnival, and Ill take you on all the rides, sing sha la
La la la la sha la la la.

Down the shore everythings alright, you with your baby on a saturday night,
Dont you know that all my dreams come true, when Im walkin down the street
With you, sing sha la la la la la sha la la la.

You know she thrills me with all her charms, when Im wrapped up in my
Babys arms, my little angel gives me everything, I know someday that shell
Wear my ring.

So dont bother me cause I got no time, Im on my way to see that girl of
Mine, nothin else matters in this whole wide world, when youre in love with
A jersey girl, sing sha la la la la la la.

And I call your name, I cant sleep at night, sha la la la la la la.

Bruce Springsteen - Jersey Girl -(Atlantic City, 2003)


Bon Jovi - Jersey Girl (StoryTellers, 2000)

Etiquetas: Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, Música, Tom Waits

Dedicado a mi amigo Adolfo


When the night has come
And the land is dark,
And the moon is the only light we see,
No, I won't be afraid.
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.

So, darling, darling, stand by me.
Oh, stand by me.
Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me.

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall,
And the mountains
Should crumble to the sea,
I won't cry, I won't cry.
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.

And darling, darling, stand by me.
Oh, stand by me.
Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me.

Whenever you're in trouble,
Won't you stand by me?
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.

La versión original de Ben E. King es mi preferida. Sin embargo, esta otra interpretada por Bono y Bruce Springsteen (Philadelphia, 1987), es francamente divertida:

Etiquetas: Ben E. King, Bono, Bruce Springsteen, Música, Stand by me

Every day here you come walking
I hold my tongue, I don't do much talking
You say you're happy and you're doin' fine
Well go ahead, baby, I got plenty of time
Sad eyes never lie
Sad eyes never lie

Well for a while I've been watching you steady
Ain't gonna move 'til you're good and ready
You show up and then you shy away
But I know pretty soon you'll be walkin' this way
Sad eyes never lie
Sad eyes never lie

Baby don't you know I don't care
Don't you know that I've been there
Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
Don't worry darling, it'll slip your mind

I know you think you'd never be mine
Well that's okay, baby, I don't mind
That shy smile's sweet, that's a fact
Go ahead, I don't mind the act
Here you come all dressed up for a date
Well one more step and it'll be too late
Blue blue ribbon in your hair
Like you're so sure I'll be standing here

Etiquetas: Bruce Springsteen, Música