Bruce Springsteen: State Trooper & Winter Song

Uit het album “Nebraska” uit 1982.

New Jersey Turnpike
ridin’ on a wet night
‘neath the refinery’s glow,
out wherethe 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
Please don’t stop me,
please don’t stop me

Maybe you gotta kid,
maybe you got a pretty wife
the only thing that I got
been bothrin’ me my whole life
Mister state trooper,
please don’t stop me
Please don’t ya stop me,
please don’t ya stop me

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

Ain’t somebody out there,
listen to my last prayer
Hi, Ho, silver oh,
deliver me from nowhere

En een niet uitgebracht nummer uit 1973.

From their northeast source the sour wind roars
Bear gifts fresh from the valley waters
Hollow echoes strip Pennsylvania mountain walls
With their corsets and their old Betsy ruffle
And their slips with pearly white
They stand bulging up against the screen door
And bid you “good night”

Summer’s sweet and she brings me water
But give me Winter, that old icy whore
While summer lies meek and follows orders
Winter cries “Me!” and pulls you through the door

The limp milk tramp cries metal flake tears
They drip like honey down soot mama’s leg
You lay watchin’ them off, eat a hole in his cloth
He’ll ask, but he don’t beg
Said I’d like to see the mademoiselle
Who holds the keys to all these doors around the waist
And rings the bell

Summer’s sweet and she brings me water
But give me Winter, that old icy whore
Summer lies meek and follows orders
Winter cries “Me!” and pulls you through the door

With scufflin’ sound the knot voiced matron makes her rounds
Knockin’ on each and every door
With a look like white heat, she sways, salty, sweet
And leads me ‘cross her Persian floor
She squeezed my hand and before her I stood
I was scared, it was dark but it was good

Summer’s sweet and she brings me water
But give me Winter, that old icy whore
While summer lies meek and follows orders
Winter cries “Me!” and pulls you through the door

~ door wernermaes op 25 maart 2010.

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