Bruce Springsteen Lyrics Quotes

Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true, But you and I know what this world can do. So let's make our steps clear so the other may see. And I'll wait for you...should I fall behind wait for me.

You can't start a fire Worrying 'bout your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock'n'roll band.

the poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand back and let it all be...

Life is nothing more than a series of lyric snippets from Bruce Springsteen songs.

I never wrote completely in that style again. Once the record was released, I heard all the Dylan comparisons, so I steered away from it. But the lyrics and spirit of "Greetings" came from an unselfconscious place. Your early songs emerge from the moment when you're writing with no sure prospect of ever being heard. Up until then, it's been just you and your music. That only happens once.

The Boss is the perfect blend of Elvis and Dylan, come from New Jersey (America’s armpit) to save the seventies from further Mellotron arabesques and Minimoog, with a stars-and-stripes ass to die for snugly fitted jeans on the cover of Born in the U.S.A., the minstrel descending the Lincoln Memorial staircase to crown Obama, the knight in shining armor for the Super Bowl halftime show, the musical equivalent to fried chicken wings and the E pluribus unum motto engraved on the national crest.

It is thus inevitable that the New Man of rock ’n’ roll was incarnated in the mid-seventies in the figure of Bruce Springsteen, a singer-songwriter whose principal merit was that of showing us the entire DNA map of American music. There is not one paradigm of modern music that he did not bend to comply with his personal narrative urgency: rockabilly, soul, rhythm and blues, punk, folk, country, pop, jazz . . . Springsteen does not change popular music, he incessantly reworks it, keeping its roots alive.

Everyone saw the same act that I saw, but then nobody saw it the way I saw. In my mind this was the genius spoof of Bruce Springsteen that the world so desperately needed. The hyperbolic lyrics about motorcycles and switchblades, the simple triads of the music, the melodrama, the mysterious Svengali at the piano, all fronted not by a hunky denim clad stud but a 250 pound wild man whose head might explode any second. I was sold.