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Bruce Springsteen: Born in the U.S.A.

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Label: Columbia Records
Released: 1984.06.04
Time:
 46:56
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.brucespringsteen.net
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2010.03.10
Price in €: 2,00





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[1] Born in the U.S.A. (B.Springsteen) - 4:39
[2] Cover Me (B.Springsteen) - 3:26
[3] Darlington County (B.Springsteen) - 4:48
[4] Working on the Highway (B.Springsteen) - 3:11
[5] Downbound Train (B.Springsteen) - 3:35
[6] I'm on Fire (B.Springsteen) - 2:36
[7] No Surrender (B.Springsteen) - 4:00
[8] Bobby Jean (B.Springsteen) - 3:46
[9] I'm Goin' Down (B.Springsteen) - 3:29
[10] Glory Days (B.Springsteen) - 4:15
[11] Dancing in the Dark (B.Springsteen) - 4:01
[12] My Hometown (B.Springsteen) - 4:33

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Bruce Springsteen - Bass, Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals, Producer

The E Street Band - Group
Roy Bittan - Synthesizer, Piano, Keyboards, Background Vocals
Clarence Clemons - Percussion, Saxophone, Vocals, Background Vocals
Danny Federici - Organ, Piano, Glockenspiel, Keyboards, Vocals
Garry Tallent - Bass, Horn, Background Vocals
Steve VanZandt - Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Producer, Vocal Harmony
Steven Van Zandt - Guitar, Mandolin, Vocals, Producer, Vocal Harmony
Max Weinberg - Drums, Background Vocals

Ruth Jackson - Background Vocals
La Bamba - Background Vocals

Richie Rosenberg - Trombone

Jon Landau - Producer, Management
Chuck Plotkin - Producer
Bill Scheniman - Engineer
Toby Scott - Engineer
John Davenport - Assistant Engineer
Jeff Hendrickson - Assistant Engineer
Bruce Lampcov - Assistant Engineer
Billy Straus - Assistant Engineer
Zoe Yanakis - Assistant Engineer
Bob Clearmountain - Mixing
Bob Ludwig - Mastering
Andrea Klein - Art Direction, Design, Cover Design
Annie Leibovitz - Photography

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1984 CD Columbia CK-38653
2005 CD Sony Music Distribution 728
2000 CD Sony Music Distribution 86304
1992 CD Columbia 38653
2007 LP Sony BMG Music (Canada) 00032135
2007 LP Sony BMG Music (Canada) 88697159531
1984 CS Columbia QCT-38653
2008 CD CBS Records 88697287492

'Born In The USA' was Bruce Springsteen's seventh album andwas originally released in 1984. This was the last studio album to be recorded alongside the E Street Band until 2002's'The Rising'. Spawning two top five and two top twenty hitswhich were 'Dancing In The Dark', 'Cover Me', 'Glory Days' and the double a-side 'Im On Fire/Born In The USA'.



Bruce Springsteen had become increasingly downcast as a songwriter during his recording career, and his pessimism bottomed out with Nebraska. But Born in the U.S.A., his popular triumph, which threw off seven Top Ten hits and became one of the best-selling albums of all time, trafficked in much the same struggle, albeit set to galloping rhythms and set off by chiming guitars. That the witless wonders of the Reagan regime attempted to co-opt the title track as an election-year campaign song wasn't so surprising: the verses described the disenfranchisement of a lower-class Vietnam vet, and the chorus was intended to be angry, but it came off as anthemic. Then, too, Springsteen had softened his message with nostalgia and sentimentality, and those are always crowd-pleasers. "Glory Days" may have employed Springsteen's trademark disaffection, yet it came across as a couch potato's drunken lament. But more than anything else, Born in the U.S.A. marked the first time that Springsteen's characters really seemed to relish the fight and to have something to fight for. They were not defeated ("No Surrender"), and they had friendship ("Bobby Jean") and family ("My Hometown") to defend. The restless hero of "Dancing in the Dark" even pledged himself in the face of futility, and for Springsteen, that was a step. The "romantic young boys" of his first two albums, chastened by "the working life" encountered on his third, fourth, and fifth albums and having faced the despair of his sixth, were still alive on this, his seventh, with their sense of humor and their determination intact. Born in the U.S.A. was their apotheosis, the place where they renewed their commitment and where Springsteen remembered that he was a rock & roll star, which is how a vastly increased public was happy to treat him.

BORN TO RUN is the album that turned Springsteen from a phenomenon into a superstar. His first couple of releases foundBruce working out his fascination with Dylan and Van Morrison on earthy, wordy, folk-rock-R&B tunes full of soul and punch. On BORN TO RUN, Springsteen became even more ambitious,synthesising Spectorian production with Orbison-esque dramaand Duane Eddy-influenced guitar work, creating something grand enough to be called rock opera but too proletarian to ever claim that title. BORN TO RUN was also the first album where the Boss began to crystallise his recurring theme of working class America's doomed-but-passionate rage against itscircumstances. With the earnestness and emotion that burstsforth from Springsteen's street poems, the album is never less than exhilarating, and songs like "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out" (a tongue-in-cheek history of the E Street Band) providehumor. "She's The One" puts the Bo Diddley beat to its mosteffective post-'50s use, and the title track is Springsteen's quintessential underdog epic.

William Ruhlmann - All Music Guide



Born in the U.S.A. is an album painted in big, broad strokes. But it was still too subtle for some - namely politicians who tried to tap the title track as a jingoistic anthem when it is in fact a bitter diatribe by a Vietnam War vet whose country forgot him. The rest of the album is a glorious grab bag of radio-ready populist anthems - his best display of pure pop songwriting ever - including "No Surrender," "Dancing in the Dark," "Bobby Jean," and "Glory Days" alongside more circumspect numbers such as "My Hometown" and "I'm On Fire." It's not true that there's no arguing with success, but in this case Springsteen's widespread acclaim was warranted. With Born in the U.S.A., all those predictions from a decade earlier - that Springsteen was the future of rock - had come true.

Daniel Durchholz - Amazon.com



Born in the U.S.A. ist ein Album, das ziemlich deutliche Aussagen macht. Doch für einige - besonders Politiker - war es wohl immer noch nicht deutlich genug. Sie versuchten, den Titelsong als patriotische Hymne zu verkaufen, obwohl es doch in Wirklichkeit die Schmährede eines Vietnam-Veteranen ist, dessen Heimatland ihn vergessen hat. Der Rest des Albums ist ein richtiger Grabbelsack voll populistischer Hymnen - eine Darbietung von Bruce Springsteens besten Pop-Songs. Dazu gehören "No Surrender", "Dancing in the Dark", "Bobby Jean" und "Glory Days", sowie einige eher umsichtige Songs wie "My Hometown" und "I'm On Fire". Es stimmt nicht, daß es keine geteilten Meinungen über seinen Erfolg gab, doch in diesem Fall war die weitverbreitete Lobeshymne auf Springsteen gerechtfertigt. Mit Born in the U.S.A. sind die Vorhersagen, daß Springsteen die Zukunft des Rocks sein sollte, wahr geworden.

Daniel Durchholz - Amazon.de



With its roller-rink keyboards, trash-can drums and generally festive air, this is Springsteen at his most joyous and radio-friendly. Spinning off seven hit singles ("Dancing in the Dark", "Cover Me" and "I'm on Fire" among them), USA is deceptively accessible. Underneath, the tales are often dark and the characters grim - the shafted Vietnam vet of the title track, the prison-gang of "Working on the Highway", the ageing folks of "Glory Days" - but the E Street Band party like it's 1984. Only the album's forlorn closer, "My Hometown" has the tension and regret of Springsteen's later work. For this moment, at least, Bruce ruled the world and USA sounds like it.

Rob O'Connor - Amazon.co.uk
 

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Born In The U.S.A.

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up, now
Born in the U.S.A, I was
Born in the U.S.A, I was
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A, now

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land, to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A,
Born in the U.S.A,
Born in the U.S.A,
Born in the U.S.A

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man,
He said "Son don't you understand now"
Born in the U.S.A,
Born in the U.S.A,
Born in the U.S.A,
Born in the U.S.A

I had a brother at Khe Sahn, fighting off the Viet cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon,
I got a picture of him in her arms, uhh

Down in the shadow of the peni-tentiary
Out by the - gas fires of the - refinery
I'm - ten years burning - down the road
Nowhere to run ain't, got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A, I was
Born in the U.S.A, now
Born in the U.S.A, I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A, now

Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A, I'm a cool rockin' daddy, I'm a U.S.A., now


Cover Me

The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us
Cover me, shut the door and cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Outside's the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more

This whole world is out there just trying to score
I've seen enough I don't want to see any more,
Cover me, wrap your arms around me, cover me
I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me


Darlington County

Driving in to Darlington County
Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July
Driving in to Darlington County
Looking for some work on the county line
We drove down from New York City
Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name
Driving in to Darlington City
Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's
We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop
We got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top singing

Sha la la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la la

Hey little girl standing on the corner
Today's your lucky day for sure all right
Me and my buddy we're from New York City
We got two hundred dollars we want to rock all night
Girl you're looking at two big spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you
Come on baby take a seat on my fender
It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do
Just me and you we could

Sha la la...

Little girl sitting in the window
Ain't seen my buddy in seven days
County man tells me the same thing
He don't work and he don't get paid
Little girl you're so young and pretty
Walk with me and you can have your way
And we'll leave this Darlington City
For a ride down that Dixie Highway

Driving out of Darlington County
My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
Driving out of Darlington County
Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford


Working On The Highway

Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work
Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families some gone looking to get hurt
Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts

I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this

Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway

I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks
One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back, i say

Working on the highway...

I saved up my money and I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say
"Son can't you see that she's just a little girl
She don't know nothing about this cruel cruel world"

We lit out down to Florida we got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white
The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang

Working on the highway...


Downbound Train

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

She just said "Joe I gotta go
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train

Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried

Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train


I'm On Fire

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go and leave you all alone, un huh
I got a bad desire
Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
will he do to ya the things that i don't do, un huh
I can take you higher
Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
only you, you cool my desire
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire
Ohhh hooo hooo
ohhho whooo


No Surrender

OOOOH, OOOOH, OOOOH,
OOOOH, OOOOH, OOOOH,
OOOOH, OOOOH, OOOOH,
OOOOH, OOOOH, OOOOH...

WELL, we busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three-minute record, baby,
than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just wanNA to close your eyes
and follow your dreams down

Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

WELL now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut some *** place of our own
With these drums and these guitars

CUZ we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

HEY - Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE..

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
you say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head.

CUZ, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender.

NO RETREAT, BABY, NO SURRENDER,

OOOH, OOOH, OOOH,
OOOH, OOOH, OOOH,
OOOH, OOOH, OOOH,
OOOH, OOOH, OOOH...


Bobby Jean

Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there'll be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind
but just to say i miss you baby, good luck good bye bobby jean


I'm Goin' Down

We sit in the car outside your house, whoah
I can feel the heat coming ’round
I go to put my arm around you
And you give me a look like I’m way out of bounds
Well you let out one of your bored sighs
Well lately when I look into your eyes
I’m goin’ down...

We get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night
We come home early burning burning, burning in some fire fight
I’m sick and tired of you setting me up, yeah
Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down
I’m goin’ down...

I pull you close now baby, but when we kiss I can feel a doubt
I remember back when we started
My kisses used to turn you inside out
I used to drive you to work in the morning
Friday night I’d drive you all around
You used to love to drive me wild, yeah
But lately girl you get your kicks from just dragging me down

I'm goin' down down down down
I'm goin' down down down down
...


Glory Days

I had a friend was a big baseball player
back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was

Chorus:
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Well there's a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about

Chorus

My old man worked 20 years on the line
and they let him go
Now everywhere he goes out looking for work
they just tell him that he's too old
I was 9 nine years old and he was working at the
Metuchen Ford plant assembly line
Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall
but I can tell what's on his mind

Glory days yeah goin back
Glory days aw he ain't never had
Glory days, glory days

Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days

Chorus (repeat twice)

assorted all rights, oh yeahs, come on nows, hoots, etc til fade


Dancing In The Dark

I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look

You can't start a fire sitting round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark


My Hometown

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown

In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your
hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around, this is your hometown
 

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