Greetings from Asbury Park,NJ. Released: 5.Jan.1973 The Essential Released: 11.Nov.2003 Live In Dublin
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Lyrics By Bruce Springsteen
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 heading' 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"
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 all right
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone 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
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, turned around, 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
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