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Remarks:

I love the words to this song.

Lyrics:

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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(Reid/Clarke)

Mmm, ah (ah-ahhh)
Mmm, ah
Mmm-mmm-mmm, ah (ah-ahhh)
Mmm-mmm, ah

Sexy baby, good lovin’ daddy
Ooh, let me be your rockin’ chair
Just-a rock me way from here
Let’s get it on, come to me baby
Ooh, let me be your rockin’ chair
Just-a rock me way from here

Let your arms, shelter me from all hurt and pain
Mmm, light my heart, with your everlasting flame
Ooh, mmm-mmm

Sexy baby, (rock, rock) good lovin’ daddy (rock, rock)
Ooh, let me be your (rock, rock) rockin’ chair
Rock (rock, rock) me way from here
Let’s get it on (rock, rock), mmm, come to me baby (rock, rock)
Ooh, let me be your rockin’ (rock, rock) chair
Just-a rock (rock, rock) me way from here

Rock me gently, make me feel like a cloud in the sky, mmm
Whisper softly, let my heart take wing and fly

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Sexy baby, (rock, rock), ooh, good lovin’ daddy (rock, rock)
Let me be your (rock, rock) rockin’ chair
Just-a rock (rock, rock) me way from here
Let’s get it on (rock, rock), mmm, come to me honey (rock, rock)
Ooh, let me be your rockin’ (rock, rock) chair
Just-a rock (rock, rock) me way from here

Mmm…just-a rock me baby
Ooh, in my rockin’ chair
Babe, mmm
All night long ’till the mornin’ comes just-a you, babe
Ooooh
Just-a rock me honey, mmm, a-rock me baby
In the midnight hour, hey, in my rockin’ chair
All night long

C’mon baby, sexy baby
Ooh, let me be your rockin’ chair (ah-ahhh)
Just-a rock me way from here
C’mon baby, sexy honey
Ooh, let me be your rockin’ chair (ah-ahhh)
Mmm, rock me baby

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The screen door slams. Mary’s dress waves. Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely. Hey, that’s me and I want you only. Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again. Don’t run back inside, darling, you know just what I’m here for. So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young any more. Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night. You ain’t a beauty but, hey, you’re all right. Oh, and that’s all right with me.

You can hide ‘neath your covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain, waste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets. Well now, I ain’t no hero, that’s understood. All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood with a chance to make it good somehow. Hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. Well, the night’s busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real, to trade in these wings on some wheels. Climb in back, heaven’s waiting on down the tracks.

Oh, oh, come take my hand, we’re riding out tonight to case the Promised Land. Oh, oh, oh, oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road. Lying out there like a killer in the sun, hey, I know it’s late, we can make it if we run. Oh, oh, oh, oh, Thunder Road.

Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road!

Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk. And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk from your front porch to my front seat. The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free. And I know you’re lonely for words that I ain’t spoken but tonight we’ll be free, all the promises’ll be broken.

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away. They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets. They scream your name at night in the street, your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet. And in the lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on, but when you get to the porch, they’re gone, on the wind. So Mary, climb in. It’s a town full of losers, I’m pulling out of here to win!

– Bruce Springsteen

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