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. As vendas dos dois primeiros trabalhos, lançados em 1973, não satisfazem a editora nem o próprio Bruce.

. Apesar disso, os espectáculos ao vivo são considerados muito bons.

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

THE WILD, THE INNOCENT & THE E STREET SHUFFLE

The Wild, The Innocent & The E Street Shuffle

A VOZ DOS FÃS


Estávamos em 1973. Bruce Springsteen era um zé ninguém, conhecido apenas no seu Estado-Natal e arredores pelos concertos electrizantes. Nesse mesmo ano tinha lançado o álbum de estreia, "Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J." que passou completamente despercebido. Depois de ter assinado contracto com a maior editora da altura, achou que valia a pena tentar mais uma vez antes de se lançar na tarefa hercúlea de "Born to Run". Anos e anos de concertos tínham-lhe deixado centenas de músicas mas Springsteen decide lançar um álbum com apenas 7. Escolhe-as a dedo. Há quem ache que tinham lá cabido músicas como "Zero and Blind Terry" ou "Thundercrack" mas Springsteen não o achou. Talvez tenha sido o melhor, apesar de serem boas músicas, íam estragar a unidade do álbum, uma preocupação que começava a aparecer e que o levaria a deixar de lado para álbuns posteriores músicas que seríam gravadas por outros artistas dando-lhes oportunidade de chegar ao top 40 de Billboard. Nunca foi essa a preocupação de Springsteen e ainda bem.

The E Street Shuffle
O álbum começa assim. É o último álbum "inocente" de Springsteen. Rock, soul, funk... Uma música de festa sobre o que as pessoas fazem para fugir à rotina. Springsteen voltaria recorrentemente ao tema de forma muito mais sombria mas por enquanto, não era altura para isso. A adolescência ainda não tinha acabado.

4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
As promessas ainda valiam. O tema repete-se mas, desta vez, dá a sensação que Springsteen se está a preparar para escrever Thunder Road, Born to run ou Backstreets. A música mais romântica até à altura. Amores proibidos, planos de fuga, personagens secundárias presas que serviam de referência para tudo que Springsteen não se queria tornar e a promessa de amor eterno "Love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever". Quem é que será capaz de não acreditar nesta promessa no fim da música? A bateria começa, entra o acordeão e entra-se noutro mundo. Esta música, tal como muitas outras no álbum, é simplesmente perfeita.

Kitty's back
Não chegamos a sair da terra imaginária onde Sandy nos pôs. Um amor perdido volta numa tarde de Verão, com um calor abrasador. Kitty, depois de abandonar o namorado por "some city dude" volta e o namorado não lhe consegue resistir. É uma história de adolescente em toda a sua glória adolescentemente histérica, adolescentemente idealista, adolescentemente romântica. Ao vivo, a música ganha vida e os solos sucessivos ora da secção de sopros ora das teclas, ora de guitarra conseguem fortalecer a sensação de que estamos sentados no capot de um carro abandonado, numa tarde quente de Verão, enquanto assistimos ao desenrolar da história. Perfeita.

Wild Billy's Circus Story
Continuamos no calor do Verão mas agora o cenário é diferente. Os bastidores de um circo onde nada é o que parece. "The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn" é uma das frases fundamentais da música. Como se, para estas pessoas a estrada fosse uma ilusão permanente de início de qualquer coisa que nunca inicia. A música é descritiva, por isso mesmo, é fácil e talvez irrestivel pormo-nos neste cenário belo e aterrador ao mesmo tempo. A frase final ("All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop") é particularmente enigmática na medida em que, a seguir a este álbum começaria a loucura que só voltaria a acalmar com o lançamento do álbum Nebraska.

Incident on 57th Street
A meu ver, a melhor música de Springsteen até à altura. Voltamos a cenário de Sandy mas, desta vez, a inocência já não é tão inocente. Desta vez as personagens são obrigadas a fazer coisas que não querem, coisas que, resultando significam conseguir sair daquela terra, não resultando significam o fim de todos os sonhos. Springsteen constrói a imagem da personagem principal como uma figura frágil que tenta esconder a sua fragilidade com roupas de herói, uma figura que tem tudo a perder mas age como se não tivesse nada, uma personagem à beira da ilegalidade e conseguimos imaginar um dos seus golpes a falhar e a namorada a ficar sozinha para sempre sem nada a não ser a promessa de um amor eterno.

Rosalita (come out tonight)
Festa. A música perfeita para uma festa. Um riff contagiante, energia a transbordar, mudanças de ritmo alucinantes e um refrão que é um convite cuja resposta já se sabe positiva. O resultado da alegria de um grande amor mais um contrato discográfico resulta nisto. Vem comigo que tudo vai resultar. É talvez a melhor música alegre de sempre.

New York City Serenade
Começa com um piano ora violento ora frágil que acalma para dar entrada a uma guitarra acústica que estabelece um ambiente quente (mais uma vez) mas desta vez de uma noite de Verão. A letra é indecifrável mas, tal como nas melhores músicas de Dylan, não precisamos de saber o que quer dizer cada linha para percebermos a música. Dez minutos jazzísticos que nos põem numa esquina nova iorquina numa madrugada quente de Verão onde tudo se dissipa e sobram apenas as notas quentes desta música.

Márcio Diogo Augusto

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LETRAS



THE E STREET SHUFFLE

Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot,
All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot,
The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night,
The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everything's alright,
Little kids down there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle,
Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle
They're doin' the E Street Shuffle.

Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream,
Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen,
The newsboys say the heat's been bad since
Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle,
And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble,
Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains,
She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane
She drives all them local boys insane, yes she does.

Little Angel says, "Oh, everybody form a line. Oh, everybody form a line."
Sparks fly on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot,
All them little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot,
Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's.
It's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle,
But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle,
As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams
Little Angel picks up power and he slips on his jeans as they move on out down to the scene
All the kids are dancin'.

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4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY)

Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls

Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl

Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

Sandy the angels have lost their desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too

Sandy the aurora's rising behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever

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KITTY'S BACK

Catlong sighs holdin' Kitty's black tooth,
She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth,
And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley,
Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin,
It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in.

Jack Knife cries cause Baby's in a bundle,
She goes runnin' nightly, lightly through the jungle,
And them tin cans are explodin' out of the ninety degree heat,
Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleeker Street,
It's sad but it sure is true
Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs.
Oh, what can I do?

Catlong lies back bent on a trash can,
Flashin' lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man,
Well you better move fast when you're young or you're not long around,
Cat somehow lost his Kitty in the city pound,
So get right, get tight, get down.

Who's that down at the end of the alley, she's been gone so long,
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes,

Kitty's back in town, here she comes now,
Kitty's back in town,

Cat knows Kitty's been untrue and that she left him for a city dude,
Well she's so soft, she's so blue,
When he looks into her eyes he just sits back and sighs,
OOh what can I do, ooh what can I do?
OOh what can I do, ohh what can I do? Alright.
OOh alright, ooh alright, ooh alright, ooh alright.

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WILD BILLY CIRCUS STORY

The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave,
Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade,
Circus town's on the shortwave

Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn,
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns,
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
and the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born.

And a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up on that tightrope,
With a cannon blast, lightin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars bent,
He's gonna miss his fall, oh God save the human cannonball.
And the flying Zambini's watch Marguarita do her neck twist,
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97.
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds,
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind,
A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin, runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns
And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire,
and the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire,
And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire,
Circus town's on the live wire.
And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up,
and carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer,
And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop,
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear,
hey son you want to try the big top?
All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop.

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INCIDENT ON 57TH STREET

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
with bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite,
He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street,
But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap."

And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater."
Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar."
And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry."
Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight.

Goodnight, it's alright, Jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame,
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby,
Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe.

Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine
Like a late Juliet she knew she'd never be true but then she really didn't mind,
Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home,
She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone."
And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein."
Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods
Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good,
They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye.

Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street,
He called down, "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore"
Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat,
Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on,
And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone.
Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on,
She says, "Those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight,
Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window:
Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"
And Johnny whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight Jane,
I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
We may find it out on the street tonight now baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, baby."
Goodnight, it's alright Jane,
I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane,
We can find it out on the street tonight, baby,
Or we may walk until it's daylight, maybe.

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ROSALITA (COME OUT TONIGHT)

Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and Rosie you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs 'cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here on business
I'm only here for fun

Rosalita jump a little lighter
Señorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar
Rosalita you're my stone desire

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there
Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool
Stay out all night it's gonna feel all right
Rosie come out tonight Rosie come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers winners use the door

Rosalita jump a little lighter
Señorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar
Rosalita you're my stone desire

Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company Rosie just gave me big bucks

My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy
My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight stay up all night 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'

Rosalita jump a little lighter
Señorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar
Rosalita you're my stone desire

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NEW YORK CITY SERENADE

Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks,
sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac,
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact, she falls so softly beneath him,
Jackie's heels are stacked,
Billy's got cleats on his boots,
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot,
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade,
So walk tall, or baby don't walk at all.

Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady she baits them tenement walls,
She won't take cornerboys, ain't got no money, and they're so easy,
I said, "Hey baby won't you take my hand, walk me down Broadway,
Mamma take my arm and move with me down Broadway,
I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you.
So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away your city life,
And hook up to the train, hook up to the night train,
hook it up hook up to the, hook up to the train,

But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train,
No she won't take the train, no she won't take the train

She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down,
And when she turns this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on.
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy,
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy,
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man,
Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man,

He's singin', singin', singin', singin'.
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley.
Watch out for you junk man, watch out for your junk man,
Watch out for your junk man.

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. Logo a seguir ao semi-fracasso que foi "Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J.", é lançado ainda no mesmo ano de 1973, um disco que revela ainda alguma indecisão em relação ao rumo a tomar.

. No entanto, é aqui que se encontram algumas das "pérolas" do Boss: "Rosalita (come out tonight)" e "New York City Serenade".



: AGRADECIMENTOS


Márcio Diogo Augusto
percorre todas as músicas do segundo trabalho de Springsteen.

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


 
 
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