Wonders: Bruce Springsteen’s “Backstreets”

April 2, 2008 at 3:33 pm 3 comments

I read that Bruce Springsteen is playing “Backstreets” from Born to Run on his current tour to back Magic. Well, you may or may not know this, but this is my favorite Bruce Springsteen song of all time! The song is the most heartfelt song I think he’s ever written. Or maybe that’s ever been written by anyone. It is one of my top 5 songs of all time, even though It would take me a week to make that list. But I know “Backstreets” would be on it.

If you’ve never heard this song or if you aren’t a Bruce Springsteen fan – I still urge you to track down the song. It may be the most amazing song he has ever put to record, and just reading the lyrics don’t give the song justice. Bruce’s vocals on the track are really wrenching – it sounds like he can still really feel the pain the narrator of the song is feeling. This song is like therapy.

Also – no saxophone.

Lyrics after the jump, if you are interested. I corrected these from all the sources online – most places don’t have them right. I’ve never put this on a mixtape before. You can be the first, dear reader.

Backstreets written by Bruce Springsteen

One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton’s Wing
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night we can let loose of everything
to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
Terry we swore we’d live forever, taking on them backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the street dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness some hurt bad some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me Terry, it don’t matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight there was nothing left to say
but I hated him and I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark you’re like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we’d go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time to find we’re just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets…

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