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I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty."
The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity."
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity."
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
You seem a 20th century schizoid man
As a Springsteen song, sure, I'd rate it a 7. But as a RP song, I rated it a 2.
Maybe you are this kind of people that rate with a 9 or 10 the Goldfish's Moonwalk away...
Kilroy wrote:
As a Springsteen song, sure, I'd rate it a 7. But as a RP song, I rated it a 2.
Kilroy wrote:
A version of subway.
No way hosey
Graffitis In Metro,.
Sex in the city.
Haleluiah.
But now we get a Bruce original following, and let's TURN IT UP!!
Thank you for that nugget from the tidy attic of your past. I too seem to recall hearing some positive notices about a quartet from Liverpool, England so I decided to give them a listen. Hard Days Night was the LP and it was amusing enough that I found myself picking up the group's next few releases, you know, just for shits and giggles.
That's 2-3 more than I do.
And I forgot Vinnie "Mad Dog" Lopez on drums.
Yes, this song goes wayyyy back... everybody in my church loves it...
gjeeg wrote:
That's a standard postcard style. all the tourist places use it.
I guess I don't get out much!
That's a standard postcard style. all the tourist places use it.
His biggest (literally) fan spoke at the Republican convention last nite. :-)
And again today!!!
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, Mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you back in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
Anyone who can label Springsteen as trite, boring, or clichéd is, in my opinion: A teenager who hasn't heard his early work; A hard-core death-metal fan who doesn't care about Springsteen's work, early or otherwise; Trolls.
Me....I'm from Exit 9
I wonder how many other songs Bruce uses that rhyme in. We just heard two in a row.
Exactly.
Swagger indeed! A bold debut that heralded a great new artist.
No.
demi godlike
From Jersey, you risk life and limb with that feeling.
To each his own... I know I'm in the minority, so all you fans out there... enjoy.
I'll be enjoying "The Derek Trucks Band" a whole lot more than this...
What's that? Bruce can't hear you over the sound of the pool splashing and his private jet firing up to hack it up somewhere nice.
Now put your head down and get back to painting your hobby bird in your garage.
Quit kdding around - seems like a lot of people took you seriously...
Boy, for a "hack" he's sure been around a long time.
I have music and memories of Bruce that are probably older than you are. And there were people back then saying "he can't sing/play/write worth a shit". Different strokes, I guess
Doesn't he have like 12 other songs that sound identical to this boring song? Jesus, what a hack. peter_james_bond wrote:
There's just no accounting for tastes and then you have Hollyweed. More garbage!!! And they suck it all in.
birdman: you are correct. they all sound alike, he is a hack, and Americans love their hacks. sad but true, get used to it. When will the CEO fire the boss . . . .
wtango wrote:
manbirdexperiment wrote:
Boy, for a "hack" he's sure been around a long time.
I have music and memories of Bruce that are probably older than you are. And there were people back then saying "he can't sing/play/write worth a shit". Different strokes, I guess.
What a coincidence. I hate my boss too!
love it, always have
What a coincidence. I hate my boss too!
manbirdexperiment wrote:
For once I agree with you, manbird. I like a couple of tracks from Born In the USA, but that's about all I can stand of the one who proclaims himself to be the boss.
Brilliant songwriting.
Nov 07, 2008 - 08:45 Bruce Springsteen - It's Hard To Be a Saint in the City;
Nov 07, 2008 - 14:05 more vBruce Springsteen - Growin' Up;
valley later of what never!......in any way it is late.
Should have stopped at Little Stevies for some Pizza while you were there.