Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteenis an American musician, singer, songwriter, and humanitarian. He is best known for his work with his E Street Band. Nicknamed "The Boss", Springsteen is widely known for his brand of poetic lyrics, Americana, working class and sometimes political sentiments centered on his native New Jersey, his distinctive voice and his lengthy and energetic stage performances, with concerts from the 1970s to the present decade running over three hours in length...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth23 September 1949
CityLong Beach, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
When you make more than $500 a night, you get more than $500 problems.
Bruce Springsteen and the Trope of the Female Salvator?
Everything I knew and dreamed about was packed into those songs,
We just sit around talking about the old times She says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about: Glory days, well they'll pass you by Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye, Glory days, glory days
My god man, you sound like you should be singing in some bar in a backwater town in New Jersey!
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
Let's take the good times as they go, and I'll meet you further on up the road...
Poor men wanna be rich, rich men wanna be kings,And a king aint satisfied till he rules everything.
When i look in your eyes is that you baby, or just a brilliant disguise.
People deserve... the truth. They deserve honesty. The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it's essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
People deserve. . . the truth. They deserve honesty. The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it's essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary/Out by the gas fires of the refinery/I'm 10 years burning down the road/Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go,
See, I was nine years old when I saw Elvis on 'Ed Sullivan', and I had to get a guitar the next day. I stood in front of my mirror with that guitar on. . . and I knew then that's what had been missing.
There were ghosts of the eyes of all the boys you sent away, ... They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets.