Born To Run
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It's the simplest of things to write a song about: A fellow imploring his love to ride out of their godforsaken hometown with him on his motorcycle, to the promise of a better future. Yet with the masterful playing of the E Street Band (Clarence Clemons' saxophone work is particularly riveting), the emotional singing of Bruce Springsteen, and the urgent drive of the team making their last-dist lunge for stardom, the simple, even adolescent concept was transformed into a masterpiece of a song that remains as powerful today as it was back in 1974. It's a tune I don't tire of hearing, and I can never resist singing along. Above all, it carries a message of ragged hope to the 'scared and lonely' everywhere--and that's all of us, to varying degrees.
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 nine,
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and stepping out over the line
Oh!
Baby, this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We've gotta get out while were young
'Cause tramps like us: baby we were born to run
Wendy, let me in; I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop; baby we'll never go back
Oh! Will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
*wild saxophone solo*
Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
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 wanna die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
Huh!
*even wilder saxophone*
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
Oh! Someday girl I don't know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But till then, tramps like us: baby we were born to run
Oh, honey, tramps like us: baby we were born to run
Come on Wendy, tramps like us: baby we were born to run!
Whoa-oh-oah
Mmm-mmm
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oah
Whoa-o-o-o-oah
Mmm-mmm
Whoa-o-oh
Whoa-o-oh
Whoa-o-o-o-oah
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