Bruce Springsteen (78,40 %)
Born to Run (85,03 %)
In collection
Released: 1975-08-25
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
2
Year (1975):
5
Decade (1970's):
39
Overall:
177
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1.
Thunder Road
 04:50
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2.
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
 03:12
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3.
Night
03:02
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4.
Backstreets
06:32
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5.
Born to Run
04:30
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6.
She's the One
04:31
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7.
Meeting Across the River
 03:19
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8.
Jungleland
 09:35
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Album length:
39:31
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Lyrics |
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1.
Thunder Road
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The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a saviour to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero, that's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh-oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride it ain't free And I know you're lonely and there's words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It's a town full of losers and I'm pulling out of here to win. |
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2.
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
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Tear drops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out I was stranded in the jungle Taking all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living From a tenement window a transistor blasts Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast I walked into a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown And the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city All the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out... |
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3.
Night
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You get up every morning at the sound of the bell You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell Till you're out on a midnight run Losing your heart to a beautiful one And it feels right as you lock up the house Turn out the lights and step out into the night And the world is busting at its seams And you're just a prisoner of your dreams Holding on for your life 'cause you work all day To blow 'em away in the night The rat traps filled with soul crusaders The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars As you jockey your way through the cars And sit at the light, as it changes to green With your faith in your machine off you scream into the night And you're in love with all the wonder it brings And every muscle in your body sings as the highway ignites You work nine to five and somehow You survive till the night Hell all day they're busting you up on the outside But tonight you're gonna break on through to the inside And it'll be right, it'll be right, and it'll be tonight And you know she will be waiting there And you'll find her somehow you swear Somewhere tonight you run sad and free Until all you can see is the night |
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4.
Backstreets
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One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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5.
Born to Run
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In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on Highway 9 Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and stepping out over the line Baby, this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We got to get out while we're young Because tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in, I want to be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs around these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run until we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire Because baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I got to find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild Girl, I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rear-view mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I want to die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy, we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're going to get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But until then tramps like us, baby we were born to run |
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6.
She's the One
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With her killer graces And her secret places That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills me With her soft French cream Standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because French cream won't soften them boots And French kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Oh she's the one, she's the one That thunder in your heart At night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes That tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try Just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you But if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep Tonight or how far you run Oh she's the one, she's the one Oh and just one kiss She'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness That secret pact you made Back when her love could save you From the bitterness Oh she's the one, oh she's the one Oh she's the one, oh she's the one Oh she's the one, oh she's the one |
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7.
Meeting Across the River
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Hey Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing So if you want to come along You gotta promise you won't say anything 'Cause this guy don't dance And the word's been passed this is our last chance We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie 'Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line And if we blow this one They ain't gonna be looking for just me this time And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend And remember, just don't smile Change your shirt, 'cause tonight we got style Well Cherry says she's gonna walk 'Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it But Eddie, man, she don't understand That two grand's practically sitting here in my pocket And tonight's gonna be everything that I said And when I walk through that door I'm just gonna throw that money on the bed She'll see this time I wasn't just talking Then I'm gonna go out walking Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride? |
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8.
Jungleland
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The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance And disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids out there live just like shadows Always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails Tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand Down in Jungleland Well the midnight gang's assembled And picked a rendez-vous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city light Man there's an opera out on the turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops Rips this holy night The street's alive As secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanish unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades Hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted Explode into rock 'n' roll bands That face off against each other out in the street Down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the DJ plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners, desperate as the night moves on Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender In a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal And then surrender In the tunnels uptown The Rat's own dream guns him down As shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulence pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire In a real death waltz Between what's flesh and what's fantasy And the poets down here Don't write nothing at all They just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night They reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand But they wind up wounded Not even dead Tonight in Jungleland |