Bruce Springsteen (78,40 %)
The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle (68,01 %)
In collection
Released: 1973-09-11
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
11
Year (1973):
27
Decade (1970's):
231
Overall:
1051
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1.
The E Street Shuffle
 04:33
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2.
4th of July, Ashbury Park (Sandy)
 05:39
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3.
Kitty's Back
 07:11
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4.
Wild Bill's Circus Story
 04:50
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5.
Incident on 57th Street
 07:47
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6.
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
07:07
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7.
New York City Serenade
09:55
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Album length:
47:02
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Lyrics |
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1.
The E Street Shuffle
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Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains She's death in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane Little Angel says, "Oh, oh, everybody form a line Oh, oh, everybody form a line" Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E StreetShuffle As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans And they move on out down to the scene All the kids are dancin' |
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2.
4th of July, Ashbury Park (Sandy)
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Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast, so shiny, so sharp As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again Hey Sandy girl, my baby Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag I got on it last night and my shirt got caught And they kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us This pier lights our carnival life on the water Runnin', laughin' 'neath the boardwalk with the boss's daughter I remember, Sandy girl, now baby Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me I spoke with her last night, she said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore She worked that joint under the boardwalk, she was always the girl you saw boppin' down the beach with the radio The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars and I saw her parked with Loverboy out on the Kokomo Did you hear the cops finally busted Madam Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do For me this boardwalk life's through, babe You ought to quit this scene too Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us This peir lights our carnival life forever Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever |
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3.
Kitty's Back
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Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in Jack Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle And them tin cans are explodin' out in the ninety-degree heat Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street It's sad but it sure is true Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs OOh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? OOh, what can I do, ooh what can I do? Catlong lies back bent on a trash can, Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man Well you better learn to move fast when you're young or you're not long around Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound So get right, get tight, get down Well who's that down at the end of the alley? She's been gone so long Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue And that she left him for a city dude But she's so soft, she's so blue When he looks into her eyes He just sits back and sighs Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? |
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4.
Wild Bill's Circus Story
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The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade And circus town's on the shortwave The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lightin' flash Movin' fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall Oh God save the human cannonball. And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist, And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin Runnin' home to some small Ohio town Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire, And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors To his dimly lit trailer And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop And the circus boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's ear "Hey son, you want to try the big top?" All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop. |
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5.
Incident on 57th Street
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Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick But dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater." Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry" Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night Oh good night, it's alright Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' home She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave me alone" And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein" Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed each other good-bye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on She says "Those romantic young boys All they ever want to do is fight" Those romantic young boys They're callin' through the window "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered: Good night, it's all tight Jane I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe |
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6.
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
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Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue Rosie you're the one Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs 'Cause you know we ain't gonna come I ain't here for business I'm only here for fun And Rosie you're the one Rosalita jump a little lighter Senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your love, ain't no lie Rosalita you're my stone desire Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, you know they're gonna be there Ah, sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie, they'll be comin' up for air We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool Stay out all night, it's gonna feel all right So Rosie come out tonight, baby come out tonight Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers, winners use the door So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for Rosalita jump a little lighter Senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your love, ain't no lie Rosalita you're my stone desire Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room I'm comin' to lend a hand I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you're sad, your mama's mad And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy My machine she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Hold on tight, stay up all night 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin' So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin' Rosalita jump a little lighter Senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your love, ain't no lie Rosalita you're my stone desire |
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7.
New York City Serenade
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Billy he's down by the railroad tracks Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact As she falls so softly beneath him Jackie's heels are stacked Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade So walk tall or baby don't walk at all Fish lady, oh fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys They ain't got no money And they're so easy I said "Hey, baby Won't you take my hand Walk with me down Broadway Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway" I'm a young man, I talk it real loud Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you Ah so shake it away So shake away your street life Shake away your city life Hook up to the train And hook up to the night train Hook it up Hook up to the train But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down And when she turns this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley He's singin', singin', singin', singin' |