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. O tema "Long Walk Home" já tinha sido tocado na Seeger Sessions Tour, a 11 de Novembro 2006 na Wembley Arena, Londres. Na altura, Bruce descreveu este tema como sendo:
"work in progress"
.

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

MAGIC

Magic

A VOZ DOS FÃS


Magic era um álbum esperado com algum nervosismo. The Rising tinha marcado o regresso da E Street Band mas tinha tido um tema muito forte, o 11 de Setembro. Que tipo de álbum lançaria Springsteen sem um tema destes, depois de um álbum a solo e de um álbum folk nos antípodas do seu trabalho com a E Street Band? Será que a banda ainda estaria apta? E o próprio Springsteen? Ainda conseguiria fazer um álbum de Rock'n'Roll? Little Steven, o guitarrista de Springsteen, afirma que este será o último grande álbum de Rock 'n' Roll, o último antes de ser tudo definitivamente contaminado pela efemeridade de internet, dos iPods, do youtube. Não see se será verdade mas uma coisa é certa, depois de ouvir Magic, essa tarefa só pode estar a cargo de uma pessoa, a pessoa que reanimou o Rock'n'Roll nos anos 70 injetando-lhe toda a fúria e esperança que havia perdido, a pessoa que lançou aquele que foi, provavelmente, o primeiro álbum intencionalmente lo-fi (Nebraska) e que acabou por se revelar uma obra-prima, a pessoa que foi, provavelmente, a última mega-estrela dos anos 80 com um álbum absolutamente improvável e que teve a coragem de mudar completamente de rumo logo de seguida, a pessoa que abdicou intencionalmente da fama em nome da integridade.

Há albuns que saem precisamente na altura certa para uma determinada pessoa e que serão sempre, por isso, considerados geniais por ela. Há albuns que saem na altura certa da vida colectiva de todos nós, que surgem como resposta para perguntas que todos fazemos e que são geniais. Há ainda álbuns absolutamente intemporais, daqueles que podem ser constantemente descobertos, que fazem sempre sentido, aqueles que, mais que álbuns, parecem testemunhos de verdade em estado puro e que surgem mais ou menos uma vez por década. Magic, tem um pouco de tudo isto. É verdade que não é um Born to Run, um Darkness on the Edge of Town ou um Nebraska mas, em algumas músicas é tão como esses álbuns. Magic oscila levemente entre o óptimo e o genial, navega na espuma destes dias e é o álbum certo na altura certa.

Musicalmente, a E Street Band parece ao mesmo tempo uma banda adolescente com o entusiasmo de quem descobre a música e uma banda com a idade que tem na verdade, medindo de forma exacta e perfeita as medidas sonoras e enchendo os espaços de forma que nos fazem acreditar que nenhuma destas músicas poderia ter qualquer outra forma.

Radio nowhere
O single. Deixava prever um álbum de rock'n'roll de acordes simples, produção crua (para os parâmetros da E Street Band). Um lamento sobre a música como music business e a forma como isso é apenas um reflexo de tudo o resto. Referência a Mistery Train de Elvis Presley. A repetição de uma frase como mantra é já característica e esconde significados mais profundos que aquilo que poderão parecer à primeira vista: "I just want to feel some rhythm" não é uma afirmação do tipo hip-hop "desde que haja música e festa, a vida corre-me bem", é, antes, uma afirmação que exige música tocada, ritmos que permitam às pessoas dançar, ter esperança e, pelo caminho, reflectir. É um género de prefácio ao álbum. As comparações sonoras a "Don't Fear the Reaper" dos Blue Oyster Cult parecem evidentes à primeira audição mas depois tudo isso desaparece e a música emerge pelo seu próprio mérito.

You'll be comin' down
Uma reflexão sobre a idade e uma preocupação que suponho que esteja na cabeça do Sr. Springsteen: a possibilidade de perder a relevância, de começar a debitar clichés. Como é óbvio, nada é deixado ao acaso e a música serve mais como aviso que como lamento. A esperança está lá. E, já agora, o trabalho fantástico do baixista Garry Tallent, também.

Livin' in the future
A música que me custou mais digerir. Em minha defesa, posso dizer que a E Street Band não lançava uma música assim desde 1984 com Born in the USA. Springsteen ruminando sobre rumores que circularam há uns meses que anunciavam o seu divórcio. A questão é que a letra, cínica, é acompanhada de uma música que faz lembrar o segundo álbum de Springsteen (The Wild, The Innocent and The E Street Shuffle) e a música Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out. A E Street Band em todo o seu esplendor, com direito a solo de Danny Frederici e tudo.

Your own worst enemy
Não posso deixar de pensar que esta música é de um Springsteen pós-terapia, um Springsteen que se depara com a própria imagem e se assusta. A música poderia ter sido retirada do The River. Faz lembrar "Fade away" ou "The Price you pay" enquanto reflexão sobre a queda dos mecanismos que nos permitem ter uma imagem idealizada sobre nós próprios.

Gipsy Biker
Primeira música anti-guerra do álbum. Faz lembrar a genial "Shut out the light" e partilham até uma frase "polished up the chrome". A diferença é que, em "Shut out the light" havia alguém que voltava da guerra e se deparava com um mundo que não funcionava de uma maneira que ele conseguisse lidar. Desta vez, a pessoa que volta, parece não ter voltado e o silêncio é a única forma que as outras pessoas têm de lidar com isso. O silêncio perturbador traduzido nos solos de guitarra dilacerantes. No fim, a imagem de alguém que era tanto e agora conta linhas brancas que o fazem finalmente deixar a guerra mas que não fazem com ele volte de vez.

Girls in their Summer clothes
Parece uma música feel-good. A sonoridade Pet Sounds ajuda. À semelhança de Born in the USA, este arrisca-se a ser mais um álbum mal interpretado. O que parece ser um devaneio superficial de tops e pele à mostra, acaba por ser uma música sobre rejeição. Talvez uma das melhores sobre o tema. Parece que, quando Springsteen não consegue dar a volta à letra de forma que ela tenha um tom optimista, fá-lo na música. Dessa forma, torna-se uma música mais "who cares?".

I'll work for your love
Uma obra-prima. Genial. Foi esta sonoridade que me prendeu a Springsteen, foi esta sensação de peito a rebentar, estas letras de entrega incondicional, letras de amor que fazem realmente sentido. Ao ouvir "I'll work for your love", salta-se, canta-se, abana-se a cabeça, reafirmam-se amores e esperanças. Não há mais ninguém (nem nunca houve) que o conseguisse fazer tão bem. É por isso que a E Street Band é tão importante, compreendem perfeitamente a intenção das letras e contribuem de forma irrepreensivel para a narrativa. Para ouvir uma e outra e outra e outra vez.

Magic
Não deixa de ser estranho que, as duas músicas que parecem sonoramente mais estranhas à totalidade do álbum sejam, precisamente, o single e a música que lhe dá nome. Musicalmente é Springsteen a experimentar novos caminhos com sucesso, teclas a estabelecer o ambiente, uma guitarra suave, um bandolim no fundo e uma voz que, como no resto do álbum, parece ter ganho nova vida. A música é uma sucessão de metáforas mágicas sobre uma relação em que as partes se magoam cruelmente mas em que, milagrosamente, nenhuma das feridas fica por sarar.

Last to die
Uma história assustada de cenas quotidianas completamente distorcidas pelas inteferências da guerra. A fazer lembrar "Roulette" mas mais madura. Ataca de uma só vez os defensores cegos da guerra e os pacifistas inconsequentes. "Who'll be the last to die for a mistake?" é a pergunta central da música.

Long walk home
A guerra serve de novo de pano de fundo mas, desta vez, não é mais que isso numa história sobre falhanços e esperança. Esta é daquelas músicas que não são maiores que a vida mas que são do seu tamanho exacto. Uma espécie de Thunder Road mais ponderada, menos optimista mas esperançosa. Outra música genial.

Devil's arcade
À semelhança de "I'll work for your love" e "Long walk home", esta é daquelas músicas que nem parecem músicas. Parecem, antes, pedaços de verdade que sempre estiveram perdidos nas profundezas da mente de cada um de nós. Como em todas as músicas assim, a única forma de compreender a sua beleza profunda é ouvi-la.

Terry's song
Uma música de bónus que foi acrescentada à última da hora depois da morte de um grande amigo de Springsteen. Não é nada de muito elaborado, apenas uma das músicas mais emocionais que alguma vez se fez.

Márcio Diogo Augusto

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LETRAS



RADIO NOWHERE

I was tryin' to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushin' the last lone American night
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

I was spinnin' 'round a dead dial
Just another lost number in a file
Dancin' down a dark hole
Just searchin' for a world with some soul

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm

I want a thousand guitars
I want pounding drums
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I was driving through the misty rain
Searchin' for a mystery train
Boppin' through the wild blue
Tryin' to make a connection to you

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm

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YOU'LL BE COMIN' DOWN

White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies
A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through
The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue
You're smiling now but you'll find out
They'll use you up and spit you out now
Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out

You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be comin' down

Easy street, a quick buck and true lies
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
It's all yours at least for a little while
You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
Then it's gonna get pretty cold out
An empty stream of stars shooting by
You got your hopes on high

You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be comin' down

For a while you'll go sparklin' by
Just another pretty thing on high

Like a thief on a Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little flying machine

You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be comin' down

You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be comin' down

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LIVIN' IN THE FUTURE

A letter come blowin' in on an ill wind
Somethin' 'bout me and you
Never seein' one another again
Yeah, well I knew it'd come
Still I was struck deaf and dumb
Like when we kissed, that taste of blood on your tongue

Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet
Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet

Woke up Election Day, skies gunpowder and shades of gray
Beneath a dirty sun, I whistled my time away
Then just about sundown
You come walkin' through town
Your boot heels clickin'
Like the barrel of a pistol spinnin' 'round

Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet
Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet

The earth it gave away, the sea rose toward the sun
I opened up my heart to you it got all damaged and undone
My ship Liberty sailed away on a bloody red horizon
The groundskeeper opened the gates and let the wild dogs run

I'm rollin' through town, a lost cowboy at sundown
Got my monkey on a leash, got my ear tuned to the ground
My faith's been torn asunder, tell me is that rollin' thunder
Or just the sinkin' sound of somethin' righteous goin' under?

Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet
Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet
Don't worry Darlin', now baby don't you fret
We're livin' in the future and none of this has happened yet
None of this has happened yet
None of this has happened yet
None of this has happened yet
None of this has happened yet

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YOUR OWN WORST ENEMY

You can't sleep at night
You can't dream your dream
Your fingerprints on file
Left clumsily at the scene

Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come to town

Yesterday the people were at ease
Baby slept in peace
You closed your eyes and saw her
You knew who you were

Now your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come
Your world keeps turnin' 'round and 'round
But everything is upside down
Your own worst enemy has come to town

There's a face you know
Staring back from the shop window
The condition you're in
Now you just can't get out of this skin

The times they got too clear
So you removed all the mirrors
Once the family felt secure
Now no one's very sure

Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come
Everything is falling down
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come
Everything is falling down
Your own worst enemy has come to town

Your flag it flew so high
It drifted into the sky

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GYPSY BIKER

The speculators made their money
On the blood you shed
Your Mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed
The profiteers on Jane Street
Sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talking 'cause everybody knows
We pulled your cycle out of the garage
And polished up the chrome
Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

Sister Mary sits with your colors
Brother John is drunk and gone
This whole town's been rousted
Which side are you on
The favored march up over the hill
In some fools parade
Shoutin' victory for the righteous
But there ain't much here but graves
Ain't nobody talkin'
We're just waitin' on the phone
Our Gypsy biker is comin' home

We rode her into the foothills
Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood 'round her in a circle
As she lit up the ravine
The spring high desert wind
Rushed down on us all the way back home

To the dead it don't matter much
'Bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness
Now all that remains
Is my love for you brother
Lying still and unchanged
To them that threw you away
You ain't nothin' but gone
Our Gypsy biker is comin' home

Now I'm out countin' white lines
Countin' white lines and getting stoned
My Gypsy biker is coming home.

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GIRLS IN THEIR SUMMER CLOTHES

Well, the streetlights shine down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by, holding hands two by two
A breeze crosses the porch, bicycle spokes spin 'round
My jackets on, I'm out the door
And tonight I'm gonna burn this town down

The girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes, pass me by

A kids rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go the sleepy front porch lights
Downtown the stores alight as the evening's underway
Things been a little tight
But I know their gonna turn my way

And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes, pass me by

Frankie's diner, an old friend on the edge of town
The neon sign spinning round
Like a cross over the lost and found
The fluorescent lights flick over Pop's Grill
Shaniqua brings the coffee and asks "Fill?" and says "Penny for your thoughts now my boy, Bill"

She went away, she cut me like a knife
Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life
In just a glance, down here on magic street
Loves a fool's dance
And I ain't got much sense, but I still got my feet

The girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes, pass me by

The girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes, pass me by

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I'LL WORK FOR YOUR LOVE

Pour me a drink Theresa
In one of those glasses you dust off
And I'll watch the bones in your back
Like the stations of the cross

'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo
At your lips a crown of thorns
Whatever other deals goin' down
To this one I'm sworn

I'll work for your love, dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love

The dust of civilizations
And loves sweet remains
Slip off of your fingers
And come driftin' down like rain

The pages of Revelation
Lie open in your empty eyes of blue
I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this I promise you

I'll work for your love, dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love

Your tears, they fill the rosary
At your feet, my temple of bones
Here in this perdition we go on and on

Now our city of peace has crumbled
Our book of faith's been tossed
And I'm just out here searchin'
For my own piece of the cross

The late afternoon sun fills the room
With the mist of the garden before the fall I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall

I'll work for your love, dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your...
What others may want for free
I'll work for your...
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love

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MAGIC

I got a coin in my palm
I can make it disappear
I got a card up my sleeve
Name it and I'll pull it out your ear
I got a rabbit in my hat
If you want to come and see
This is what will be, this is what will be

I got shackles on my wrist
Soon I'll slip 'em and be gone
Chain me in a box in the river
And I'll rise singin' this song
Trust none of what you hear
And less of what you see
This is what will be, this is what will be

I got a shiny saw blade
All I needs' a volunteer
I'll cut you in half
While you're smiling ear to ear
And the freedom that you sought's
Driftin' like a ghost amongst the trees
This is what will be, this is what will be

Now there's a fire down below
But it's comin' up here
So leave everything you know
And carry only what you fear
On the road the sun is sinkin' low
There's bodies hangin' in the trees
This is what will be, this is what will be

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LAST TO DIE

We took the highway till the road went black
We'd marked, Truth or Consequences on our map
A voice drifted up from the radio
And I thought of a voice from long ago

Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who'll be the last to die, for a mistake

Kids asleep in the backseat
We're just counting the miles, you and me
We don't measure the blood we've drawn anymore
We just stack the bodies outside the door

Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who'll be the last to die, for a mistake

The wise men were all fools, what to do

The sun sets in flames as the city burns
Another day gone down as the night turns
And I hold you here in my heart
As things fall apart

A downtown window flushed with light
Faces of the dead at five
Our martyr's silent eyes
Petition the drivers as we pass by

Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who'll be the last to die

Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Will Darlin' tyrants and kings fall to the same fate
Strung up at your city gates
Who'll be the last to die for a mistake

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LONG WALK HOME

Last night I stood at your doorstep
Trying to figure out what went wrong
You just slipped somethin' into my palm
Then you were gone
I could smell the same deep green of summer
Above me the same night sky was glowin'
In the distance I could see the town where I was born

It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
A long walk home

In town I passed Sal's grocery
The barbershop on South Street
I looked into their faces
They were all rank strangers to me
The veterans' hall high up on the hill
Stood silent and alone
The diner was shuttered and boarded
With a sign that just said "gone"

It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

Here everybody has a neighbor
Everybody has a friend
Everybody has a reason to begin again

My father said "Son, we're lucky in this town
It's a beautiful place to be born
It just wraps its arms around you
Nobody crowds you, nobody goes it alone.
That you know flag flying over the courthouse
Means certain things are set in stone
Who we are, what we'll do and what we won't."

Its gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

Its gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty Darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home

It's gonna be a long walk home

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DEVIL'S ARCADE

Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hangin' sun
Those first nervous evenings perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat of your heart, the devil's arcade

You said heroes are needed, so heroes get made
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
The cool desert morning, then nothin' to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
Of the devil's arcade

You sleep and dream of your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with the thick desert dust on your skin

A voice says "Don't worry, I'm here"
Just whisper the word 'tomorrow' in my ear
A house on a quiet street, a home for the brave
The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments
And something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers
The end of a day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of her heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade

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TERRY'S SONG

They built the Titanic to be one of a kind,
but many ships have ruled the seas
They built the Eiffel tower to stand alone,
but they could build another, if they pleased
The Taj Mahal, the pyramids of Egypt are unique, I suppose,
but when the built you brother, they broke the mold

The world is filled with many wonders
under the passing sun
But sometimes something comes along
and you know, it's for sure the only one
The Mona Lisa, the David, the Sistine Chapel,
Jesus, Mary and Joe
and when they built you brother, they broke the mold

When they built you brother
they turned this dust to gold
When they built you brother
they broke the mold

They say you can't take it with you
but I think that they're wrong
All I know's I woke up this morning
and something big was gone
Gone in to that dark ether
Where you're still young n' hard and cold
Just like when they built you brother
and broke the mold

Now your death is upon us
And we'll return your ashes to the Earth
And I know you'll take comfort in knowin'
You've been roundly blessed and cursed
But love is a power
Greater than death
Just like the songs and stories told
And when she built you brother
She broke the mold

A bad attitude is a power stronger than death
Alive n' burnin' or stone cold
And when they built you brother ...

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. Esta é a terceira colaboração de Springsteen com o produtor Brendan O'Brien.

. Os outros trabalhos foram: "The Rising" e "Devils & Dust".

. As gravações tiveram lugar no mesmo estúdio em Atlanta para o álbum "The Rising", no Southern Tracks Recording Studio.

. Soozie Tyrell participa mais uma vez num trabalho do Boss em conjunto com a E Street Band.



: AGRADECIMENTOS


Márcio Diogo Augusto
faz a crítica ao trabalho de Springsteen com a E Street Band, juntos novamente após The Rising em 2002.

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