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. Depois da gravação do álbum "We Shall Overcome" (que deu origem a esta digressão), a The Seeger Sessions Band passa a designar-se neste registo ao vivo: The Sessions Band.

. Foram lançadas 4 versões diferentes:
. 2 CD's
. 1 DVD
. 2 CD's/1 DVD
. 1 Blu-ray disc

DISCOGRAFIA

1973 - Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ
1973 - The Wild, The Innocent & The & Street Shuffle
1975 - Born to Run
1978 - Darkness on the Edge of Town
1980 - The River
1982 - Nebraska
1984 - Born in the U.S.A.
1986 - Live/1975-85
1987 - Tunnel of Love
1988 - Chimes of Freedom
1992 - Human Touch
1992 - Lucky Town
1993 - In Concert, MTV Plugged
1995 - Greatest Hits
1995 - The Ghost of Tom Joad
1998 - Tracks
1999 - 18 Tracks
2001 - Live in New York City
2002 - The Rising
2003 - The Essential Bruce Springsteen
2005 - Devils & Dust
2005 - Hammersmith Odeon London '75
2006 - We Shall Overcome The Seeger Sessions
2006 - We Shall Overcome The Seeger Sessions - American Land Edition
2007 - Live in Dublin
2007 - Magic
2009 - Working on a Dream
2010 - The Promise

LIVE IN DUBLIN


Live in Dublin

A VOZ DOS FÃS


Em Abril de 2006 Springsteen editava um álbum composto por músicas folk celebrizadas por Pete Seeger a que chamou "We Shall Overcome - The Seeger Sessions". O álbum era composto por várias músicas centenárias reconstruídas por Springsteen de forma irrepreensível. A 5 de Maio começava a digressão que terminaria em Novembro na Irlanda. Live in Dublin é o documento que permite ter uma ideia de como foi essa digressão. Resulta da recolha de músicas durante os 3 concertos em Dublin antes do final da digressão em Belfast. São 19 músicos em palco a tocar com o coração músicas folk continuando a tradição centenária de pegar em músicas antigas e dar-lhes uma nova vida adaptando-as à contemporaneidade.

01 - Atlantic City - Seria dificil começar melhor. O primeiro single (retirada do álbum Nebraska) a merecer um vídeo (1982) e , curiosamente, uma música nada (mesmo nada!) dada a ser single. Aqui ganha uma vida simultaneamente sombria e festiva. Springsteen reinterpreta uma música como só ele sabe, dando-lhe uma nova roupagem e tornando-a novamente relevante.

02 - Old Dan Tucker - Música nonsense retirada do álbum que deu origem à digressão. Dá para reparar que Springsteen se está a divertir e que se sente musicalmente relevante o que, ouvindo esta música centenária tocada desta forma, é perfeitamente compreensível.

03 - Eyes on the prize - Springsteen troca versos com Marc Anthony Thompson e dá mais espaço aos violinos o que faz com que este espiritual negro utilizado com frequência durante o Movimento pelos Direitos Cívicos ganhe ainda mais profundidade. Os sopros e os coros dão um toque mágico de espiritualidade religiosa. O mais espantoso, ainda assim é a capacidade vocal de Springsteen e a verdade com que canta as músicas ao longo do concerto.

04 - Jessie James - Talvez a melhor música de We Shall Overcome. Aqui começa com um solo de banjo festivo, mais tarde acompanhado pela guitarra de Springsteen. Começa a história de como Jessie James foi cobardemente assassinado e depois entra toda a banda no elogio fúnebre mais festivo que já se ouviu. Solo de violino, solo de acordeão, solo de slide guitar, mais solo de banjo, mais solo de violino, solo da secção de sopros... Não há elemento na banda que não se entregue completamente.

05 - Further on (up the road) - Música retirada do álbum The Rising. Uma das últimas músicas que Johnny Cash tocou fazendo tributo a Springsteen que só foi editado postumamente. Aqui a música está redicalmente da versão garage rock original e da versão trovadoresca de Cash. Uma flauta dá-lhe um toque celta, Marc Anthony Thompson volta a contribuir na vocalização de alguns versos. Aqui a música deixa de ser um "toma-lá-guitarras-eléctricas-e-o-rock-vai-nos-salvar-a-vida" para ser uma promessa comovente de amizade ao estilo de If I should fall behind na Reunion Tour.

06 - O Mary don't you weep - Voltamos à festa. Abram as portas do celeiro, convidem a cidade inteira e dancem como se não houvesse amanhã ao som desta história bíblica.

07 - Erie canal - Outra das grandes músicas de We Shall Overcome. A história da construção de um canal que facilitou transportes na zona de Nova York no início do século XIX. Com a abertura do canal, o transporte feito com carroças puxadas por animais acabou por deixar de fazer sentido. Este é um lamento de uma das pessoas que fazia o transporte com uma carroça puxada por uma mula e que assiste ao desmoronar de toda a sua vida. Danos colaterais da evolução.

08 - If I should fall behind - Talvez a melhor música de amor de Springsteen aqui com um arranjo radicalmente diferente quer da versão original no álbum Lucky Town quer da versão da Reunion Tour documentada no álbum Live in NY. Aqui a música volta a afirmar-se como uma promessa de amor inquebrável ao som de uma valsa pré-nupcial.

09 - My Oklahoma home - Uma música sobre o desalojamento dos Okies depois de sucessivas tempestades de pó e anos de seca agravados com a chegada da Grande Depressão de 1929. A personagem principal perde tudo, os sonhos, a mulher, a casa e ainda assim consegue manter um tom sarcástico. Springsteen consegue um desempenho vocal substancialmente melhor que no álbum e a música ganha um corpo mais vivo que parecia faltar na versão de estúdio. Destaque, no DVD, para Springsteen a empurrar Greg Liszt para a frente do palco quando chega a vez do solo de banjo. Com os solos perfeitos da secção de sopros a música afirma-se como não conseguia na versão de estúdio.

10 - Highway patrolman - Mais uma música do álbum Nebraska e mais uma música que também foi alvo de um cover por Johnny Cash. A melodia não é radicalmente diferente da versão do álbum mas o acompanhamento faz toda a diferença nesta história. Mais comovente que nunca.

11 - Mrs. McGrath - Uma música anti-guerra de origem irlandesa que Springsteen adaptou ao contexto actual. Foi aqui que Dylan foi buscar inspiração para John Brown. Os interlúdios instrumentais enviam-nos para campos de guerra ancestrais e conseguimos assistir a mortes sem fim e a corpos deixados ao abandono no campo de batalha. Mas Springsteen deixa a mensagem bem clara: "All foreign war I do proclaim / live on the blood and a mother's pain / but I'd rather have my son as he used to be / than the king of America and his whole navy".

12 - How can a poor man stand such times and live - Música feita a partir do original de Blind Alfred Reed que Springsteen adaptou para esta digressão tendo como pano de fundo a incompetência criminosa de George W. Bush perante a catástrofe do Furacão Katrina. Springsteen continua a intervir como pode na política norte-americana e, o melhor, é que o faz sempre de modo irrepreensível do ponto de vista artístico.

13 - Jacob's Ladder - Música originalmente gospel aqui transformada de forma a que parece vir directamente de New Orleans como se Springsteen estivesse a dizer "Antes do Katrina, era disto que aquela terra era capaz, este é o meu tributo à herança músical que New Orleans nos deixou". 19 músicos eufóricos põem o palco num caos completo tocando cada um o seu instrumento de acordo com o que sentem que a música precisa a determinado momento.

14 - Long time comin' - Música retirada do álbum Devils and Dust. O acompanhamento é o ídeal para a mensagem "foda-se! já passei por tanta merda e já fiz tanta merda que agora tenho direito a um bocado de glória!".

15 - Open all night - A terceira música aqui presente retirada do álbum Nebraska. Directamente dos anos 20 com direito a doobie doobie wap wap e tudo! Todas as músicas que Springsteen reinterpreta aqui estão substancialmente diferentes mas esta transforma-se numa completamente diferente. Dá vontade de calçar os sapatos de dança e abanar o corpo como se não houvesse amanhã. Perfeita! Com direito a solo de guitarra acústica e tudo como que lembrando-nos que Springsteen ainda sabe o que faz e duelos vocais rapazes / raparigas à Grease. Hey ho Rock 'n' Roll deliver me from nowhere!

16 - Pay me my money down - Ainda Open all night não acabou e Springsteen ataca Pay me my money down como um cão raivoso. A festa continua. Mais solos, mais caos em palco. Springsteen a fazer a festa em palco como só ele sabe.

17 - Growin' up - Música retirada do primeiro álbum de Springsteen (Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.). Quando Springsteen fazia música rock soul infectada com um vírus jazzesco. Como é que ela faz sentido num contexto folk/country/gospel? Bom... só ouvindo. Não tem a energia histérica do original porque, sinceramente, já não faria grande sentido mas tem a energia de quem olha para trás sem arrependimentos com uma felicidade pacífica e profunda.

18 - When the saints go marching in - Uma música originalmente Gospel mas que acabou por sofrer influências jazz e dixieland. Springsteen aproveita um pouco de cada herança e entrega-nos uma versão calma mas que nos eleva e anima. Troca versos com outros elementos à medida que os instrumentos vão entrando.

19 - This little light of mine - Espiritual negro utilizado no Movimento pelos Direitos Cívicos. Aqui a música é uma experiência verdadeiramente religiosa mesmo para quem não tem qualquer tipo de religiosidade. Ponham os braços no ar e abanem-nos, libertem os maus espíritos do corpo e sejam baptizados de novo! Só peca por ser demasiado curta, mais 20 minutos e não parecia demasiado.

20 - American Land - Acaba This little light of mine e a festa continua com uma música que Springsteen compôs para esta digressão. Um hino festivo em homenagem aos imigrantes que construiram os EUA. É agarrar uma caneca, dobrar os braços, abaná-los e dançar entornando cerveja por todo o lado que quando a música é assim ninguém se importa!

21 - Blinded by the light - A música em que passam os créditos. Retirada também do primeiro álbum de Springsteen aqui com um tratamento cigano contangiante. "I was blinded by the light" é compreensivelmente transformada em "we were blinded by the light". Que versão arrebatadora!

Bónus:

Love of the common people - Música de Waylon Jennings. Springsteen a piscar o olho ao reggae. Faz sentido que esteja nas músicas de bónus, ou seja, não encaixava no corpo principal desta gravação mas é relevante enquanto prova da diversidade de estilos musicais que estavam em jogo.

We shall overcome - A música que deu origem a todo o projecto interpretada com um sentimento credível e um acompanhamento musical comovente. Mais uma vez, Springsteen a aproveitar hinos do Movimentos pelos Direitos Cívicos e a adaptá-los aos novos tempos. A forma ideal de terminar este conjunto de canções.

Márcio Diogo Augusto

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LETRAS



ATLANTIC CITY

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

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OLD DAN TUCKER
música tradicional americana

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a fryin' pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker come to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
The hound dog barked and the billy goat jumped
And landed old Tucker on a stump

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell
In the fire and kicked up holy hell
A red-hot coal got in his shoe
And oh my Lord the ashes flew

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies all round
First to the right then to the left
Then to the gal that he loved best

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

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EYES ON THE PRIZE
música tradicional americana

Paul and Silas bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Paul and Silas thought they was lost
Dungeon shook and the chains come off
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Freedom's name is mighty sweet
And soon we're gonna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

I got my hand on the gospel plow
Won't take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Only chain that a man can stand
Is that chain o' hand on hand
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

I'm gonna board that big greyhound
Carry the love from town to town
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Now only thing I did was wrong
Stayin' in the wilderness too long
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

The only thing we did was right
Was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

(The only thing we did was wrong)
(Staying in the wilderness too long)
(Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on)

(The only thing we did was right)
(Was the day we started to fight)
(Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on)

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Ain't been to heaven but I been told
Streets up there are paved with gold

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JESSIE JAMES
música tradicional americana

Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He'd never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take Jesse James when alive

It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And people they did say o'er many miles away
It was those outlaws, thery're Frank and Jesse James

Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall

Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast
The devil upon his knee
He was born one day in the County Clay
And he came from a solitary race

Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

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FURTHER ON (UP THE ROAD)

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed
Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold
Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold
I'll meet you further on up the road

Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring
My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing
I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way dark and the night is cold
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time
Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign
If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know
But I got this fever burnin' in my soul
So let's take the good times as they go
And I'll meet you further on up the road

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

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O MARY DON'T YOU WEEP
música tradicional americana

Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well Mary wore three links and chains
On every link was Jesus' name
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

Well one of these nights bout 12 o'clock
This old world is gonna rock
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Smote' the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't you weep)

Well old Mr. Satan he got mad
Missed that soul that he thought he had
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Brothers and sisters don't you cry
There'll be good times by and by
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

Well oh Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't weep)

God gave Noah the rainbow sign
"No more water but fire next time"
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't (you) mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't (you) mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't weep)

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
Oooooooh, Mary don't yoooooou

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't weep)

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ERIE CANAL
música tradicional americana

I've got a mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

We haul'd some barges in our day
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay
We know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, yeah we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

We'd better look around for a job, old gal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
You can bet your life I'll never part with Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

Get up mule, here comes a lock
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock
One more trip and back we'll go
Right back home to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Where would I be if I lost my pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
I'd like to see a mule good as my Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

A friend of mine once got her sore
Now he's got a broken jaw
'Cause she let fly with an iron toe
And kicked him back to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge 'cause we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever made a livin' on the Erie Canal

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town

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IF I SHOULD FALL BEHIND

We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way
If as we're walkin a hand should slip free
I'll wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me

We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side
We'd help each other stay in stride
But each lover's steps fall so differently
But I'll wait for you
And if I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So let's make our steps clear that the other may see
And I'll wait for you
If I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
I'll wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me
Darlin' I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind
Wait for me

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MY OKLAHOMA HOME
música tradicional americana

When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip
I wanted some place to call my home
And so I made the race and I staked me out a place
And settled down along the Cimarron

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
My Oklahoma home, it blown away
Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
My Oklahoma home, it blown away

Well I planted wheats and oats, got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow, I got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place

Well it blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
All the crops that I've planted blown away
Well you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain
Everything except my mortgage blown away

Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
I figured I was all set for life
I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest
Then I went to town to pick me out a wife

She blowed away (blown away), she blowed away (blown away)
My Oklahoma woman blown away
Mr as I bent to kiss her, she was picked up by a twister
My Oklahoma woman blown away

Well then I was left alone just listening to the moan
Of the wind around the corners of my shack
So I took off down the road, yeah, when the south wind blowed
I traveled with the wind upon my back

I blowed away (blown away), I blowed away (blown away)
Chasin' that dust cloud up ahead
Well once it looked so green and fair and now it's up in the air
My Oklahoma farm is over head

And now I'm always close to home, it don't matter where I roam
For Oklahoma dust is everywhere
Makes no difference where I'm walkin', I can hear my chickens squawkin'
I can hear my wife a-talking in the air

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
Yeah my Oklahoma home is blown away
But my home Sir, is always near, it's up here in the atmosphere
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Well I'm a roam'n Oklahoman but I'm always close to home
And I'll never get homesick until I die
'Cause no matter where I'm found, my home's all around
My Oklahoma home is in the sky

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blownd away)
And my farm down on Cimarron
But now all around the world wherever the dust is swirled
There is some from my Oklahoma home

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
Yeah my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Well it's blown away (blown away), blown away (blown away)
Oh my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is the sky

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HIGHWAY PATROLMAN

My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8
I always done an honest job as honest as I could
I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good

Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way

Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would
Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good

Well Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed
Franky came home in '68, and me, I took this job

Yea we're laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's strayin', teach him how to walk that line
Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine

Well the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head there was a girl cryin' at a table and it was Frank, they said
Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights
Well I must of done one hundred and ten through Michigan county that night

It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank
Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border five miles from here
I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear

Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin'
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would
Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good

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MRS. McGRATH
música tradicional americana

"Mrs McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like a soldier out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat
Mrs McGrath will you like that?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Now Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more
She spied a ship come into the bay
With her son from far away

"O captain dear, where have ye been?
You been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted
Is he living or is he dead?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Then came Ted without any legs
And in their place two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
And said, "my God, Ted, is it you?

Now were ye drunk or were ye blind
When ye left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking upon the sea
That wore your two fine legs away?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

"Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
A cannonball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away"

"My, Teddy boy," the widow cried
"Your two fine legs were yer mother's pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't ye run from the cannonball?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

"All foreign wars I do proclaim
Live on blood and a mother's pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
Than the King of America and his whole Navy"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

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HOW CAN A POOR MAN STAND SUCH TIMES AND LIVE
original de "Blind" Alfred Reed
letras adicionais de Bruce Springsteen

Well the doctor comes 'round here with his face all bright
And he says "in a little while you'll be alright"
But all he gives is a humbug pill, a dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

He said "me and my old school pals had some mighty high times 'round here
And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair"
He took a look around, gave a little pep talk, said "I'm with you" then he took a little walk
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to Hell
Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells
Them who's got got out of town and them who ain't got left to drown
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

Now I got family scattered from Texas to Baltimore
Now mister I ain't got no home in this world no more
Gonna be a judgment that's a fact, a righteous train rollin' down this track
How can a poor man stand such times and live
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

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JACOB'S LADDER
música tradicional americana

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah we're brothers, sisters, all

Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
We are brothers, sisters, all

Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, all

Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, and all

We are climbing higher and higher
Yeah we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, and all

We are climbing, climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, and all

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LONG TIME COMIN'

Out where the creek turns shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars
The wind in the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops
Straight into my arms
Straight into my arms

I'm riding hard carryin' a catch of roses
And a fresh map that I made
Tonight I'm gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul
And dance on its grave
And dance on its grave

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin' but now it's here

Well my daddy he was just a stranger
Lived in a hotel downtown
When I was a kid he was just somebody
Somebody I'd see around
Somebody I'd see around

Now down below and pullin' on my shirt
I got some kids of my own
Well if I had one wish in this god forsaken world, kids
It'd be that your mistakes would be your own
Yea your sins would be your own

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin' but now it's here

Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia
Where the sword of Orion sweeps
It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires
And you breathin' in your sleep
You breathin' in your sleep

Well there's just a spark of campfire burning
Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
I Reach 'neath your shirt, lay my hands across your belly
And feel another one kickin' inside
I ain't gonna fuck it up this time

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin' but now it's here
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin' but now it's here

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OPEN ALL NIGHT

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points
Well, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint

Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two power shift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried Chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere

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PAY ME MY MONEY DOWN
música tradicional americana

I thought I heard the captain say
Pay me my money down
Tomorrow is our sailing day
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Soon as the boat was clear of the bar
Pay me money down
He knocked me down with a spar
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well if I'd been a rich man's son
Pay me my money down
I'd sit on the river and watch 'er run
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Alright everybody,
Let's bring it up to B flat
A one two three!

Well I wish I was Mr Gates
Pay me my money down
They'd haul my money in in crates
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well fourty nights, nights at sea
Pay me my money down
Captain worked every last dollar out of me
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

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GROWIN' UP

I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up.
Ooh-ooh growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing,
I pushed B-52 and bombed 'em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing,
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up
Ooh-ooh growin' up

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath.
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up

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WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN
hino gospel americano

We are all trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those that've gone before
We'll all be reunited
On that new and sunlit shore

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And when the sun refuses to shine
When the sun refuses to shine
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
Oh when the saints go marching in

And when the trumpet sounds its call
When the trumpet sounds its call
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the trumpet sounds its call

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And some say that this world of trouble
Is the only one we'll ever see
But I'm waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed

Oh when the moon turns red with blood
Oh when the moon turns red with blood
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the moon turns red with blood

When the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in (go marching in)
Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) to be in that number (be in that number)
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) be in that number (to be in that number)
When the saints (when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)

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THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE
música tradicional americana

Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Gonna let my little light shine

Well jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), I'm gonna let it shine (I'm gonna let it shine)
Well now Jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), and I'm gonna let it shine (I'm gonna let it shine)
Well now Jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
I'm gonna let my little light shine

Well this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Gonna let my little light shine

(Monday), Gave me the gift of love
(Tuesday), Peace came from above
(Wednesday), Told me to have more faith
(Thursday), Gave me a little more grace
(Friday), Told me to watch and pray
(Saturday), Told me what to say
(Sunday), Gave me the power divine
This little light of mine

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine,
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine,
This little light of mine, this light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Gonna let my little light shine,

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine,
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine,
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day), can't hold on to it
Every day (every day), every day (every day), gotta save with someone
Every day (every day), every day (every day), don't let go
Every day (every day), shine every day
I'm gonna let my little light shine, let my little light shine

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AMERICAN LAND

What is this land of America, so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land

Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands
If you make your home in the American land

There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire
I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
And I made my home in the American land

There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, the Italians, the Germans and the Jews
The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home
Come across the water with a fire down below

They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now
The hands that built the country we're all trying to keep down

There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land
Who will make his home in the American land
Who will make his home in the American land

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BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride,
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground
Asked him which was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon

And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night,

Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where the fun is

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LOVE OF THE COMMON PEOPLE
original de Waylon Jennings

Livin' on free food, tickets
Water in the milk from the hole in the roof
Where the rain came through
What can you do?

Tears from your little sister
Cryin' 'cause she don't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go
But she'll know she'll get by, 'cause she's

Livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can, as she can

It's a good thing you don't have a bus fare
It would fall through the hole in your pocket
And you'd lose it in the snow on the ground
Gonna be walking to town to find a job

Trying to keep your hands warm
When the hole in your shoe let the snow come through
And chills you to the bone
And you better go home where it's warm

Livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can, as she can

Livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can, as she can

Livin' on a dream ain't easy
The closer the knit the tighter the fit
The chills stay away
You take 'em in stride the family pride

You know that faith is your foundation
With a whole lotta love and a warm conversation
But don't forget to pray
Making you strong where you belong

Livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can

Livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can

Livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can, as she can

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WE SHALL OVERCOME
original de Pete Seeger

Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darlin' here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Well we'll walk hand in hand, we'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand someday
Darlin' here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We'll walk hand in hand someday

Well we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace
We shall live in peace someday
Darlin' here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We shall live in peace someday

Well we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah here in my heart, I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darlin' here in my heart, I do believe
We shall overcome someday
We shall overcome someday

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. Nos dias 17, 18 e 19 de Novembro 2006, Bruce e a sua Seeger Sessions Band, tocaram no The Point em Dublin, Irlanda, mesmo no final da Seeger Sessions Tour.



. Esses espectáculos foram também alvo de gravação em video e deram origem à edição em DVD, com os mesmos temas da edição em CD.




: AGRADECIMENTOS


Márcio Diogo Augusto
faz a crítica de todos os temas incluídos em mais um álbum ao vivo de Springsteen, também lançado em formato DVD.

Márcio é também o autor do blog Thunder Road onde é possível encontrar este texto.


 
Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band - Badlands Portugal - 2001/2016

"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"
Badlands, Darkness On the Edge Of Town, 1978