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GREETINGS
FROM ASBURY PARK, N.J.

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Blinded by the Light
. Growin' Up
. Mary Queen of Arkansas
. Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?
. Lost In the Flood
. The Angel
. For You
. Spirit In the Night
. It's Hard to be A Saint In the City
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Blinded
by the Light
Madman
drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to
the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers
clappin' his hands,
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in
her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws
his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save
the buckshot turn up the band
And
she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright
Some
brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's
where they expect it least."
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin'
the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind
him of the feeling of romance
Yeah
he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight
Some
silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that
song with the funky break,
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was
safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed
a ride.
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling
card, he said, Do what you like, but don't do it here.
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground
Asked him which was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and
then, boy, you're on your own.
And
now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar
tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar
we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon.
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from
some mousetrap he bought last night,
Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
a gap but figured he'd be all right
He
was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where the fun is
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O
primeiro disco de Bruce Springsteen editado em 1973, numa altura
em que houve a tentação (por parte da editora, Columbia)
de criar um "novo Bob Dylan".
Tal não viria a acontecer, como mais tarde o futuro veio a
demonstrar, apesar deste disco ser essencialmente folk. |
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