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. Apesar de algumas músicas terem sido ensaiados com a E Street Band, o resultado não foi satisfatório, sendo editadas no seu formato original.

. "Atlantic City" é o tema escolhido para o primeiro video da carreira de Bruce, apesar da sua imagem não aparecer.

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

NEBRASKA

Nebraska

A VOZ DOS FÃS


A importância de ser Nebraska

Um dos melhores álbuns de sempre: Nebraska. Não quero fazer uma crítica ao álbum. Apenas reflectir sobre as razões que o levam a ser considerado por muitos, o melhor álbum de Springsteen. Normalmente é-lhe atribuído esse epíteto por quem não é grande fã do homem e isso é perfeitamente normal uma vez que é uma carta fora do baralho, um álbum diferente de todos os outros. Na altura, a editora de Springsteen não viu o lançamento deste álbum com bons olhos, e com razão, uma vez que não vendeu nada que se parecesse com os números do seu antecessor "The River" nem com os números do álbum que o seguiría "Born in the USA".

Este é talvez o primeiro álbum propositadamente lo-fi, com um ambiente solitário, desesperado, sem possibilidade de vitória, ou seja, um álbum que, contrariamente ao que se tornou imagem de marca de Springsteen, não apresentava saídas, apenas becos sem saída. São dez músicas gravadas numa pequena sala para um gravador rudimentar de 4 pistas, sem grandes arranjos nem a imensidão wall of sound característica do álbum Born to Run. São 10 histórias desesperadas que, para o autor significaram uma reviravolta na medida em que não era possível descrer mais fosse no que fosse. Mais tarde, a música pessimista, sem saída, seria moda e consistiria uma saída fácil para músicos que queriam fazer obras relevantes.

Em Nebraska, estas histórias fazem sentido e são relevantes: vêm das entranhas de uma América ressacada da bebedeira dos anos 80 que ainda não tinha passado, uma América ostensiva com Reagan como Presidente. É fácil encontrar muita gente que não goste da sonoridade mais "característica" de Springsteen com banda a todo o gás e, nesse aspecto, este álbum agrada particularmente a essas pessoas na media em que não fazia grande sentido fazer acompanhar estas letras de um som omnipotente (Springsteen fez essa experiência em Born in the USA o que lhe valeu um sucesso até aí sem precedentes mas um dos álbuns mais fracos da sua discografia). É por esta razão que o álbum é tão apreciado por pessoas que, normalmente não gostam muito de Springsteen. Aliás, Born in the USA podería ter sido igualmente genial, basta ouvir a versão acústica de Born in the USA para saber isso mas Springsteen acabou por optar por uma sonoridade sarcástica o que lhe saiu caro uma vez que muito pouca gente entendeu o sarcasmo e até hoje pensam em Springsteen como um redneck patrioteiro.

Para Bruce Springsteen, a pessoa, este álbum marcou um dos pontos mais negativos da sua vida mas para Bruce Springsteen, o músico, todo o desespero que impestava o ar foi destilado nesta brilhante obra. 

Márcio Diogo Augusto

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LETRAS



NEBRASKA

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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ATLANTIC CITY

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies
That's a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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MANSION ON THE HILL

There's place out on the edge of town sir
Risin' above the factories and the fields
Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill

In the day you can see the children playing
On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel
Steel gates that completely surround sir the mansion on the hill

At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride through the streets of a town so silent and still
Park on a back road along the highway side
Look up at that mansion on the hill

In the summer all the lights would shine there'd be music playin' people laughin' all the time
Me and my sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill
There's a beautiful full moon rising above the mansion on the hill

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JOHNNY 99

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month
Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none
He came home too drunk from mixin'
Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call 'm Johnny 99

Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99

Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and stared poor Johnny down
Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime
Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99

A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away
His mama stood up and shouted "judge don't take my boy this way"
Well son you got a statement you'd like to make
Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away

Now judge I got debts no honest man could pay
The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away
Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man
But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand

Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead
And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head
Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time
And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line

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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

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, it was Frank they said
Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights
I must of done 110 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 5 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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STATE TROOPER

New Yersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow
License, registration, I ain't got none, but I got a clear conscience
'Bout the things that I done
Mister state trooper please don't stop me...

Maybe you got a kid maybe you got a pretty wife, the only thing that I got's been botherin' me my whole life
Mister state trooper please don't stop me

In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy, radio relay towers lead me to my baby
Radio's jammed up with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk till you lose your patience
Mister state trooper please don't stop me

Hey somebody out there, listen to my last prayer
Hi ho silver-o deliver me from nowhere

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USED CARS

My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone
As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue

Now my ma she fingers her wedding band
And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just can't
Well if I could I swear I know just what I'd do

Now mister the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again

Now the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye

My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornn
Me I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn
The sounds echo'in all down Michigan Avenue

Now mister the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again

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OPEN ALL NIGHT

I had the carburetor 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
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 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape

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 powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs 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

5 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 mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 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 mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere

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MY FATHER'S HOUSE

Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snappin' at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in he night
My father's house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
But I ran till I fell shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
Will never again sir tear us from each other's hearts
I got dressed and to that house I did ride from out on the road I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling so cold and alone
Shining cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned

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REASON TO BELIEVE

Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car door flung open he's standin' out on highway 31
Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and run
Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me
Still at the end of every hard day people find some reason to believe

Now Mary Lou loved Johnny with a love mean and true
She said baby I'll work for you everyday and bring my money home to you
One day he up and left her and ever since that
She waits down at the end of that dirt road for young Johnny to come back
Struck me kinda funny funny yea indeed how at the end of every hard earned day you can find some reason to believe

Take a baby to the river Kyle William they called him
Wash the baby in the water take away little Kyle's sin
In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away take the body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us,
Tell us what does it mean
At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe

Congregation gathers down by the riverside
Preacher stands with his bible, groom stands waitin' for his bride
Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree
Groom stands alone and watches the river rush on so effortlessly
Wonderin' where can his baby be still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe

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. Provavelmente o disco mais intimista do Boss.

. Apenas acompanhado de uma guitarra acústica e da harmónica, grava em casa num gravador de 4 pistas, as canções do seu desencanto relativamente à América.

. Talvez seja esta a resposta ao rótulo que lhe quiseram pôr: "o novo Dylan", em 1973, quando editou o primeiro álbum "Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J.".



: AGRADECIMENTOS


Márcio Diogo Augusto
explica porque acha este trabalho o melhor álbum de Springsteen.

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


 
 
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"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"
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