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Bon Jovi: New Jersey

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Artist: Bon Jovi
Title: New Jersey
Released: 1988
Label: Mercury Records
Time: 57:42
Producer(s): Bruce Fairbairn
Appears with:
Category: Pop / Rock
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: Enhanced CD
Purchase date:  2001.02.03
Price in €: 5,99
Web address: www.bonjovi.com

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[1] Lay Your Hands on Me (Bon Jovi/Sambora) - 6:01
[2] Bad Medicine (Bon Jovi/Child/Sambora) - 5:16
[3] Born to Be My Baby (Bon Jovi/Child/Sambora) - 4:40
[4] Living in Sin (Bon Jovi) - 4:39
[5] Blood on Blood (Bon vi/Child/Sambora) - 6:16
[6] Homebound Train (Bon Jovi/Sambora) - 5:20
[7] Wild as the Wind (Bon Jovi/Child/Sambora/Warren) - 5:08
[8] Ride Cowboy Ride (Captain Kidd/King Of Swing) - 1:25
[9] Stick to Your Guns (Bon Jovi/Knight/Sambora) - 4:45
[10] I'll Be There for You (Bon Jovi/Sambora) - 5:46
[11] 99 in the Shade (Bon Jovi/Sambora) - 4:28
[12] Love for Sale (Bon Jovi/Sambora) - 3:58

Bonus:
[13] Enhancd CD Video: Lay Your Hands on Me

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Bon Jovi:
Jon Bon Jovi - vocals, harmonica, acoustic guitar
Richie Sambora - electric & acoustic guitars, mandolin, background vocals
David Bryan - keyboards, background vocals
Alec John Such - bass, background vocals
Tico "The Hit Man" Torres - drums, percussion

Additional personnel:
Bruce Fairbairn - Percussion, Horn
Scott Fairbairn - cello
Audrey Nordwell - cello
Gouin "Dido" Morris - percussion

The Sweet Thing Vocal Association:
Peter Berring - Arranger, Vocals
Joanie Bye - Vocals
Lovena Fox - Vocals
Linda Hunt - Vocals
Cecille Larochelle - Vocals
Sue Leonard - Vocals
Joanie Taylor - Vocals

Bob Rock - Engineer
John Allen - Engineer
Chris Cavallaro - Engineer

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The song "Ride Cowboy Ride" is recorded in mono.



Take a look at the charts: metal rules. And as the metal heap has gotten higher, it has also widened to the point that it can include such disparate bands as Bon Jovi and Metallica. Some might see no difference at all between the two bands, but to your average kid, they're as opposite as shirts and skins. It's the difference between the status quo and something really radical.

Metallica appeals both to critics and to angry, pimply adolescent males (actually, the two groups occasionally intersect); Bon Jovi is a band for "the kids" – including, oddly enough, a fair number of females. Bon Jovi's new album, defiantly titled New Jersey, is so purely commercial that it's practically beyond criticism (it would be more appropriate to evaluate its sales potential); Metallica makes challenging music worthy of considered analysis.

In 1988, if you name your album New Jersey, you suffer some Bruce comparisons. Bon Jovi's album has a song called "Homebound Train" (check Bruce's "Downbound Train"), with a chorus that goes, "I'm going down, down, down" (check Bruce's "I'm Goin' Down"). "Blood on Blood," a tale of male bonding, is "Backstreets" revisited, Bon Jovi-style: "Danny knew this white-trash girl/We each threw in a ten/She took us to this cheap motel/And turned us into men." If "Living in Sin" ended with a majestic sax solo, it would sound exactly like a Springsteen opus. So instead of claiming New Jersey as its own, Bon Jovi concedes that the state really is Bruce Country.

The relatively savage "Lay Your Hands on Me" kicks off New Jersey, but sugar-metal outings like "Wild Is the Wind," which are veiled in a smoke screen of distortomatic guitars, are the album's true heart. Slippery When Wet has sold 13 million copies, and the temptation to repeat 'a tried-and-true formula evidently proved too great. Besides echoes of that album, New Jersey has smatterings of Def Leppard, Van Halen, Mellencamp and, of course, the Boss. Jon Bon Jovi is brilliant ... at what he does. New Jersey has all the virtues and drawbacks of a popular record, hitting all the marks yet remaining thoroughly unidiosyncratic. Right now few of the tracks sound like hits, but there is no doubt that a year from now at least four will have become part of our collective consciousness.

The same cannot be said of Metallica. The band's breakneck tempos and staggering chops would impress even the most elitist jazz-fusion aficionado. But the music's dizzying twists and turns could be merely a reflection of short attention spans, the sonic equivalent of flipping channels on a TV set. "Blackened," which features stunning drum work by Lars Ulrich, has something like five changes in meter. "One" begins with lyrical acoustic guitars and works up to a ferocious rhythmic whirlwind, executed with the precision of a close-order drill. The song is about a soldier with no arms, legs, sight, speech or hearing, kind of an amputee Tommy. Other songs have such titles as "The Frayed Ends of Sanity" and "To Live Is to Die."

Thrash is too demeaning a term for this metametal, a marvel of precisely channeled aggression. There are few verse-chorus structures, just collages done at Mach 8. The album is crammed with diatribes about nuclear winter, the right to die and judicial corruption, delivered in an aggressive bark by rhythm guitarist James Hetfield. Metallica is as political as any band out there – it's just speaking in more dire, melodramatic terms, which appeal to the dark underside of the white-suburban-male psyche. In "Harvester of Sorrow," Hetfield growls, "My life suffocates/Planting seeds of hate/I've loved, turned to hate/Trapped far beyond my fate." Metallica draws the lines in no uncertain terms – its world is a Zoroastrian duel of good and evil.

Metallica's music is calculated to annoy anyone over thirty; Bon Jovi's is literally calculated to please anyone under twenty: for both Slippery and New Jersey, Bon Jovi polled kids to determine which songs to put on the record. By contrast, Metallica has decided to release the sixty-five-minute-long ... And Justice for All on two LPs at the usual single-LP price. That decision means a not negligible financial loss for the band and its label, but groove cramming results in diminished fidelity, or, as the label on the album says, "If we put it on one record it would sound like s!*t" (the self-censorship is interesting, considering that a song on the album, "Eye of the Beholder," is about that very subject).

Bon Jovi's trick is to use heavy-metal chords and still sound absolutely safe. Rock & roll used to be rebellion disguised as commercialism; now so much of it is commercialism disguised as rebellion. Bon Jovi is safe as milk; Metallica harks back to the time when rock's bite was worse than its bark.

MICHAEL AZERRAD, RS 538
© Copyright 2006 Rolling Stone



Bon Jovi had perfected a formula for hard pop/rock by the time of this album, concentrating on sing-along choruses sung over and over again, frequently by a rough, extensively overdubbed chorus, producing an effect not unlike what these songs sounded like in the arenas and stadiums where they were most often heard. The lyrics had that typical pop twist — although they nominally expressed romantic commitment, sentiments such as "Lay Your Hands on Me" and "I'll Be There for You" worked equally well as a means for the band and its audience to reaffirm their affection for each other. The only thing that marred the perfection of this communion was Jon Bon Jovi's continuing obsession with a certain predecessor from his home state; at times, he seemed to be trying to recreate Born to Run using cheaper materials.

William Ruhlmann, All-Music Guide



Thanks to Slippery When Wet, Bon Jovi procured the sort of world domination dreamt of by demented European dictators and Bond villains-at which point the band decided that they didn't really want to rule the planet. Though New Jersey contains several Jovi stadium anthems, including the single "Bad Medicine," and though the album's videos showed that the intricately layered and feathered coiffures were intact, this is where Bon Jovi began changing. The title offers a broad hint as to what Jon Bon Jovi in particular was trying to change into: short of renaming the album I Come from the Same Place as Bruce Springsteen, he could scarcely have been more obvious about his intentions. "Living in Sin," indeed, takes Bon Jovi's increasing obsession with Springsteen to the verge of pastiche.

Andrew Mueller, Amazon.com



Mit seinem vierten Album wird's das US-Quintett schwerhaben - weil "Slippery When Wet" (14 Millionen verkaufte Exemplare) der Maßstab ist. John Bon Jovi steuert seine Mannen unter der Regie von Produzent Bruce Fairbairn noch eindeutiger auf Rockkurs. Heavy, edel, mit Finessen, plus Ballade und Blues.

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Längst sind Jon Bon Jovi & Co. nicht nur in ihrer Heimat New Jersey, son- dern auf dem ganzen Globus die Nummer 1 der Heavy-Rock-Liga. Auch ihr neues Album läßt Hardrock-Herzen höher schlagen: Zu whiskeygetränkten Balladen servieren die Amerikaner wieder kernige Holzfäller-Songs wie "Bad Medicine" oder "Born To Be My Baby". HiFi-Fans werden weniger gut bedient: Das Album klingt nur durchschnittlich. LP-Kritik: stereoplay 11/88

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Lay Your Hands On Me

If you're ready, I'm willing and able
Help me lay my cards out on the table
You're mine and I'm yours for the taking
Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking

What you get ain't always what you see
But satisfaction's guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need
So if you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,

Lay your hands on me

I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher
I've been to school and baby, I've been the teacher
If you show me how to get up off the ground
I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down

Everything you want is what I need
Satisfaction's guaranteed
But the ride don't never ever come for free
If you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,

Lay your hands on me

[Solo]

Don't you know I only aim to please
If you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me


Bad Medicine

I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease
It'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
I got lots of money but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me
I got all the symptoms count 'em 1,2,3

First you need
That's what you get for falling in love
Then you bleed
You get a little but it's never enough
On your knees
That's what you get for falling in love
And now this boy's addicted cause your kiss is the drug

Your love is like bad madicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like bad madicine
There ain't no doctor that can
Cure my disease

Bad, bad medicine
Bad, bad medicine

I don't need no needle
To be giving me a thrill
And I don't need no anesthesia
Or a nurse to bring a pill
I got a dirty down addiction
It doesn't leave a track
I got a jone for your affection
Like a monkey on my back

There ain't no paramedic
Gonna save this heart attack

When you need
That's what you get for falling in love
Then you bleed
You get a little but it's never enough
On your knees
That's what you get for falling in love
Now I'm addicted and your kiss is the drug

Your love is like bad madicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like bad madicine
So let's play doctor, baby
Cure my disease

Bad, bad medicine
Bad, bad medicine

[Solo]

I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath
You're an all night generator wrapped is stockings and a dress
When you find your medicine you take what you can get
Cause if there's something better baby well thay haven't found it yet

Your love is like bad madicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like bad madicine
There ain't no doctor that can
Cure my disease

Your love is like bad madicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like bad madicine
Your love's the potion that
Can cure my disease

Bad, bad medicine
Bad, bad medicine


Born To Be My Baby

Rainy night and we worked all day
We both got jobs 'cause there's bills to pay
We got something they can't take away
Our love, our lives

Close the door, leave the cold outside
I don't need nothing when I'm by your side
We got something that'll never die
Our dreams, our pride

My heart beats like a drum (all night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright)
And I'll never let go cause
There's something I know deep inside

You were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan
Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

Light a candle, blow the world away
Table for two on a TV tray
It ain't fancy, baby that's OK
Our time, our way

So hold me close better hang on tight
Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride
We're two kids hitching down the road of life
Our world, our fight

If we stand side by side (all night)
There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright)
And I'll know that you'll be live
In my heart till the day that I die

Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan
Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

[Solo]

My heart beats like a drum (all night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright)
And I'll never let go cause
There's something I know deep inside

Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan

Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

You were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man


Living In Sin

I don't need no license
To sign on no line
And I don't need no preacher
To tell me you're mine
I don't need no diamonds
I don't need no new bride
I just need you, baby
To look me in the eye

I know they have a hand time
And your Daddy don't approve
But I don't need your Daddy
Telling us what we should do

Now there's a million questions
I could ask about our lives
But I only need one answer
To get me through the night

So baby, can you tell me just where we fit in
I call it love they call it living in sin
Is it you and me or just his world we live in
I say we're living on love they say we're living in sin

Is it right for both our parents
Who fight it out most nights
Then pray for God's forgivness
When they both turn out the lights
Or wear that ring of diamonds
When your heart is made of stone
You can talk but still say nothing
You stay together but alone

Or is it right to hold you
And kiss your lips goodnight
They say the promise is forever
If you sign it on the dotted line

Baby, can you tell me just wher we fit in
I call it love they call it living in sin
Is it you and me or just this world we live in
I say we're living on love they say we're living in sin

[Solo]

Baby, can you tell me just wher we fit in
I call it love they call it living in sin
Is it you and me or just this world we live in
I say we're living on love they say we're living in sin

I call it love they call it living in sin

Living in sin

I don't know where to begin
I don't know where we fit in

Living in sin


Blood On Blood

I can still remember
When I was just a kid
When friends were friends forever
And what you said was what you did

Well, it was me and Danny and Bobby
We cut each other's hands
And held tight to a promise
Only brothers understand

But we were so young (so young)
One for all and all for one (for one)
Just as sure as the river's gonna run

Blood on blood
One on one
We'd still be standing
When all was said and done
Blood on blood
One on one
And I'll be here for you
Till Kingdom come
Blood on blood

Well, Bobby was our hero
Cause he had a fake I.D.
I got busted stealing cigarettes
And he took the rap for me

Danny knew this white trash girl
We each threw in a ten
She took us to this cheap motel
And turned us into men

We were so young (so young)
One for all and all for one (for one)
Just as sure as the river's gonna run

Blood on blood
One on one
We'd still be standing
When all is said and done
Blood on blood
One on one
And I'll be here for you
Till Kingdom come
Blood on blood

[Solo]

Now Bobby, he's an uptown lawyer
Danny, he's a medicin man
And me, I'm just the singer
In a long haired rock'n'roll band

Through the years and miles between us
It's been a long and lonely ride
But if I got a call in the dead of the night
I'd be right by your side

Blood on blood, blood on blood

Blood on blood
One on one
We'd still be standing
When all is said and done
Blood on blood
One on one
And I'll be here for you
Till Kingdom come
Blood on blood

Blood on blood


Homebound Train

When I was just a boy
The devil took my hand
Took me from my home
He made me a man
So, don't talk to me about sympathy now
Cause you can't dance if you
Take a chance on your rosary

I'm going down, down, down, down, down
On the homebound train

It's been a millions years
That I been gone
I been everywhere, now I'm heading home
Been a lot of girls, but
There's a woman I know
Said don't take no plane
Better take a train
Cause I like it real slow

All the way back home
On the homebound train
I'm going down, down, down, down, down
On the homebound train

[Solo]

I'm on my way
I'm heading home
To be with my baby
Where I belong
Coming down the tracks now
See, I done my time
I'm going back now
To that home of mine
Well, here I come baby

Here I come baby
Here I come baby

All the way back home
On that homebound train
I'm going down, down, down, down, down
On that homebound train


Wild Is The Wind

I tried to make you happy
You know I tried so hard to be
What you hoped that I would be
I gave you what wanted
God couldn't give you what you need
You wanted more from me
Than I could ever be
You wanted heart and soul
But you didn't know, baby

Wild, wild is the wind
That takes me away from you
Cold is the night without your love
To see me through
Wild, wild is the wind
That blows through my heart

Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You got to understand, baby
Wild is the wind

You need someone to hold you
Somebody to be there night and day
Someone to kiss your fears away
I just went on pretending
Too weak, too proud, too tough to say
I couldn't be the one
To make your dreams come true
That's why I had to run
Though I needed you, baby

Wild, wild is the wind
That takes me away from you
Cold is the night without your love
To see me through, baby
Wild, wild is the wind
That blows through my heart tonight
That tears us apart

Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You got to understand, baby
Wild is the wind

[Solo]

Maybe a better man
Would live and die for you
Baby, a better man would
Never say goodbye to you

Wild, wild is the wind
That takes me away from you
Cold is the night without your love
To see me through, baby
Wild, wild is the wind
That blows through my heart tonight
That tears us apart

Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You got to understand, baby
Wild is the wind


Ride Cowboy Ride

Ride cowboy ride.
Through the back door to heaven.
To the other side.
I wanna know the danger of a kiss.
At midnight.
Ride, cowboy, ride.
Yeah, I learn my lesson.
Here's a story to tell
So I made my confession.
In this sleazy motel.
I could be the romantic
I could try my best lines
But ain't got the money
And we ain't got the time.
Ride, cowboy, ride.
Through the back door to heaven to the other side.
I wanna know the danger of a kiss.
At midnight. Ride cowboy ride.
So you want to be a cowboy.
Ride cowboy, ride.
You want to be a big shot.
Baby, come on.
Ride, ride, ride.


Stick To Your Guns

So you want to be a cowboy
Well you know it's more that just a ride
Guess you got to know the real thing
If you want to know the other side
Ain't nobody riding shotgun
In this world tonight

And when you spit, you better mean it
You got to make 'em all believe it
If you're gonna be the one

Stick to your gun
Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, baby
You can go for the trigger
But only if you have to
Aim from the heart
Some will love and some will curse you, baby
And you can go to war
But only if you have to
It's only if you have to

So you want to be the big time
Some people have to drag you down
There's no living in the backseat
If you're gonna drive through town
And when you pray for independence
Boy, you better stand your ground

You got to give it all you got now
Or you might get shot down
Fight hard until the battle is won

Stick to your gun
Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, baby
You can go for the trigger
But only if you have to
Aim from the heart
Some will love and some will course you, baby
And you can go to war
But only if you have to
But only if you have to

[Solo]

Well, you know that I been through it
I got the scars to prove it
Fight hard and the Battle is yours

Stick to your gun
Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, baby
You can go for the trigger
But only if you have to
Aim from the heart
Some will love and some will course you, baby
And you can go to war
But only if you have to
It's only if you have to

But stick to your guns


I'll Be There For You

I guess this time you're really leaving
I heard your suitcase say goodbye
And as my broken heart lies bleeding
You say true love it's suicide

You say you're cried a thousand rivers
And now you're swimming for the shore
You left me drowning in my tears
And you won't save me anymore

Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

I know you know we've had some good times
Now they have their own hiding place
I can promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday

And Baby you know my hands are dirty
But I wanted to be your valentine
I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby
When you get drunk, I'll be the wine

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

[Solo]

And I wan't there when you were happy
I wasn't there when you were down
I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby
I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you


99 In The Shade

I feel I'm burning up with fever
But the fire's feeling really good tonight
And it's alright
I'm gonna see Sahara Jack and Suntan Sally
Somebody tells me even Tommy's coming down tonight
If Gina says it's alright

I'm gonna see those Senoritas
Lying under the sun
They're greasing it up
With know I want to be their blanket
Gonna tell every girl
Hey, baby... You're the one...

Oh tell the boys I'm on my way
I got the radio blasting in my old man's Chevrolet
I got a party in my pocket cause you know I just got paid
And I'm feeling fine, it's 99 in the shade
I'm feeling fine, it's 99 in the shade

When the sun goes down that's when the street heats up
Senorita Margarita fills your empty cup tonight -
She make you feel alright

A good time here don't cost much money
Just a little sweet talking and a pretty native honey
And you're set for life
Or one hell of a nigth

I'm gonna see those sons of beaches
Out there living it up the surf
And the sand,
Man that life ain't so tough
So get me in the action so I can tell
Every girl she's the one

Oh tell the boys I'm on my way
I got the radio blasting in my old man's Chevrolet
I got a party in my pocket cause you know I just got paid
And I'm feeling fine, it's 99 in the shade
I'm feeling fine, it's 99 in the shade


Love For Sale

Well I wake up this morning I rolled out of bed
I felt like a dog who's been kicked in the head
Checked out my mail there was letter that read
Love for sale, love for sale

I picked up the phone I called everyone I could
I let my fingers do the walking through the telephone book
You can't catch a fish if you ain't got the hook
Love for sale, love for sale

Send up a signal throw me a line
Somebody explain " this funny Valentine"
It might not be legal but it sure ain't a crime
I'm one step from crazy and two steps behind

I called Lt. Columbo from my TV set
I've tried the Dating Game I haven't found her yet
I'm hoping that she's looking like a Penthouse Pet
Love for sale, love for sale

[Solo]

We've been living together 3 years,
2 hours, 20 minutes maybe four houndred beers
You can't shop for love when you're shopping at, Sears
Love for sale, love for sale

I guess I've learnt my lesson it was easy to see
My old lady she played this joke on me
I never looked where I forgot it would be
Love for sale, love for sale
 

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