![]() ![]() Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Album Lyrics1.Blinded By The Light2.Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street?3.For You4.Growin' Up5.It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City6.Lost In The Flood7.Mary Queen Of Arkansas8.Spirit In The Night9.The AngelBruce Springsteen Lyrics provided by Get the embed code Bruce Springsteen - Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Well i unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears i saw a gap but he'd figured he'd be all right Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soonĪnd some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night number 1 hit 'Blinded by the Light,' though nominally a cover of Bruce Springsteens 1973 song of the same name, mingles Springsteens inspiration with material more readily traced to Terry Riley, the Who, and Mike Oldfield, comprising, I argue, a highly self-conscious engagement with the kind of repetitive musical practices that had been churning toward. He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, and then boy you're on your ownĪnd now in zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Well i jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the way back home He said, do what you like, but don't do it here Yes and scotland yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, Oh, some hazard from harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier She said i'll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky breakĪnd go-cart mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outsideĪnd little early-pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if i needed a ride Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me i got what it takes He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight He says: "dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"Īnd some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls danceĪnd some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright cut loose like a deuceĪnother runner in the night. ![]() Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his handsĪnd some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her handĪnd now young scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sandĪnd some bloodshot forget-menot whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the bandĪnd she was blinded by the light. With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older i tripped the merry-go-round In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat Madman drummers bummers and indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat ![]()
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