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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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Spirit
in the Night
Crazy
Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands
'long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday
night
Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on
up to Greasy Lake
It's about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight
I got a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where
the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
and they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all
night)
Oh, you don't know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
Stand right up now and let them shoot through you
Well
now Wild Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin
cap
He said, "Trust some of this it'll show you where you're at."
or at least it'll help you really feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window
and Janey's fingers were in the cake
I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake
I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey let me heal it."
And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night)
In the night (all night). Janey don't know what she do to you
Spirit in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
Stand right up and let her shoot through me
Now
the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy
dancin' in the moonlight
They were down near the water in a stone mud fight
Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks
and a shirt
Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs
Janey said it was time to go so we closed our eyes and said goodbye to
gypsy angel row, felt so right
Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
Baby don't know what it do to you
Spirits in the night (all the night) in the night (all night)
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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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