Álbum Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. de Bruce Springsteen - Canciones

Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.


"Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J." es el primer álbum en la discografía de Bruce Springsteen, en el que el cantante y guitarrista participa junto a la E Street Band. Publicado por el sello Columbia Records el 5 de enero de 1973, contó con la producción de Jim Cretecos y Mike Appel, quien también era el mánager del artista.

El álbum fue grabado en los "914 Sound Studios" de Nueva York entre julio y septiembre de 1972. Aunque Springsteen pretendía que sólo contuviera temas interpretados junto a su banda, la discográfica insistió en que también debían incluirse temas de Bruce Springsteen en solitario, ya que pretendían relacionar su nombre con el lanzamiento.

Junto a la petición anterior, Columbia consideró que no había en las grabaciones originales un tema que pudiera llegar a ser un hit, por lo que pidió al músico que compusiera un nuevo tema. De ahí surgieron las canciones "Blinded by the Light" y "Spirit in the Night", con la colaboración del saxofonista Clarence Clemons.

De esta forma, conformado en álbum con el listado definitivo de pistas, se sacó al mercado. Si bien las ventas no fueron como se esperaba, la crítica recibió este álbum debut de Bruce Springsteen de manera muy positiva y fue suficiente para que iniciara una prolífica carrera.

La revista Rolling Stone, en una crítica de la época, señalaba que Springsteen era un joven valor de la música que se distinguía por sus composiciones y sus letras enérgicas y concisas y su fanfarronería pero con una alegría y un talento natural.

"Blinded by the Light" se publicó como primer sencillo de este álbum, grabado el 11 de septiembre de 1972 y creado a última hora ante la demanda del presidente de Columbia Records de que el disco contuviera un tema que pudiera colocarse como un éxito en las emisoras de radio.

"Spirit in the Night" fue el segundo y último sencillo de este primer álbum de Bruce Springsteen. Grabado el mismo día que el anterior, con la misma idea original de crear un sencillo que se posicionara en las listas de ventas.

Junto a Vini Lopez en la batería, Clarence Clemons en el saxofón y con Springsteen interpretando el resto de instrumentos, consiguieron crear uno de los temas más coherentes del álbum, en el que la letra y la música se acompasan contando una historia de amistad de un grupo de amigos que salen de fiesta.

Listado de canciones del álbum Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

  1. Blinded by the LightVer letra 5:02


    letra de Blinded by the Light

    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 headin’ for a hot spot
    Snappin’ his fingers, clappin’ his hands
    And some fleshpot, mascot was tied into a lovers 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”

    And she was blinded by the light
    Oh, 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, alright

    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

    Yeah, he was blinded by the light
    Oh, cut loose like a deuce
    Another runner in the night
    Blinded by the light
    He got down, but he 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 by in 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 some dude with a calling card
    It 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 going 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 complaining 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
    Whoa, but, mama that's where the fun is

    Woo, yeah
    (I was blinded)
    Oh, mama, oh, mama, oh mama
    (I was blinded)
    Oh, mama, oh, mama
    (I was blinded)
    I was blinded
    (I was blinded)
    I was blinded
    (I was blinded)
    I was blinded
    (I was blinded)
    I was blinded
    (I was blinded)
    I was blinded
    (I was blinded)
    I was blinded

  2. Growin' UpVer letra 3:05


    letra de Growin' Up

    I stood stone - like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
    I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
    I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
    I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my soul untouched
    I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "sit down", I stood up
    Ooh... Growin' up
    The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
    I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail, but she sure could sing
    I pushed b-52 and bombed 'em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
    I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
    I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd but when they said, "come down", I threw up
    Ooh... Growin' up

    I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath
    I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
    Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
    And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
    I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said, "pull down", I pulled up
    Ooh... Growin' up. Ooh... Growin' up

  3. Mary Queen of ArkansasVer letra 5:20


    letra de Mary Queen of Arkansas

    Mary queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin'
    The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming
    Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving
    No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising
    Well I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade
    I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state
    Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
    You're not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing

    The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the
    And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order
    But I was not born to live to die and you were not born for queenin'
    It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin'

    Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin'
    You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin'
    But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose
    I don't understand how you can hold ma so tight and love me so damn loose

    But I know a place where we can go, Mary
    Where I can get a good job and start all over again clean
    I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen

  4. Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?Ver letra 2:05


    letra de Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?

    Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names,
    Don't trust men who walk with canes, drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
    Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train
    Christmas crier bustin' cane, He's in love again.

    Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday own the rodeo
    Tainted women in Vistavision perform for out-of-state kids at the late

    Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs
    Rex said that lady left him limp. Love's like that (sure it is).

    Queen of diamonds, ace of spades newly discovered lovers of the everglades
    They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival

    And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope
    The Daily News asks her for the dope
    She says "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"

    Se? Orita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
    Uptown in Harlem she throw a rose to some lucky, young matador.

  5. Lost in the FloodVer letra 5:14


    letra de Lost in the Flood

    The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
    He walks through town all alone
    He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
    His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
    The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
    They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
    Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
    And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
    Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
    And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
    Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood? "
    That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
    Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
    He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red,
    White and blue flash paint
    He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The
    Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin'
    He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
    And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
    That is, nothin' left that you could sell
    Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
    And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
    I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
    Or was he just lost in the flood?

    Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
    Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
    And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware
    Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
    And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
    And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off
    His feet
    And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
    He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
    Still breathing when I walked away
    And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
    I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
    Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
    I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

  6. The AngelVer letra 3:23


    letra de The Angel

    The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine
    Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven.
    Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soaked
    The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel's tires stroke his precious pavement.

    The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes
    in Volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors
    Followin' dead-end signs into the sores
    The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore

    Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
    She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name
    Off in the distance the marble dome
    reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown.
    The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angel's bones.

    Músicos invitados: Richard Davis (2) (Bass [Upright])
  7. For YouVer letra 4:39


    letra de For You

    Princess cards she sends me
    With her regards
    Oh, barroom eyes shine vacancy
    To see her you gotta look hard

    Wounded deep in battle
    I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
    To her Cheshire smile
    I'll stand on file
    She's all I ever wanted

    Oh, but you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
    Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back
    You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks
    You said "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks"

    But they're not what I came for
    And I'm sure you see that too
    I came for you, for you, I came for you
    But you did not need my urgency
    I came for you, for you, I came for you
    But your life was one long emergency

    And your cloud line urges me
    And my electric surges free

    Well, crawl into my ambulance
    Your pulse is getting weak
    Oh; reveal yourself all now to me girl
    While you've got the strength to speak

    Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue
    With their oxygen masks
    But I could give it all to you now
    If only you could ask

    Well and don't call for your surgeon
    Even he says it's too late
    It's not your lungs this time
    It's your heart that holds your fate

    Don't give me money, honey
    I don't want it back
    You and your pony face and your Union Jack
    Well take your local joker and teach him how to act

    I swear I was never that way
    Even when I really cracked
    Didn't you think I knew that?

    You were born with the power of a locomotive
    Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound
    And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive
    You could laugh and cry in a single sound
    Oh, alright, mmm

    And your strength is devastating
    In the face of all these odds
    Remember how I kept you waiting
    When it was my turn to be the god?

    You were not quite half so proud
    When I found you broken on the beach
    Remember how I poured salt on your tongue
    And hung just out of reach

    And the band they played the homecoming theme
    As I caressed your cheek
    Yeah, that ragged, jagged melody
    She still clings to me like a leach

    But that medal you wore on your chest
    Always got in the way
    Like a little girl with a trophy
    So soft to buy her way

    We were both hitchhikers
    But you had your ear tuned to the roar
    Of some metal-tempered engine
    On an alien, distant shore

    So you left to find a better reason
    Than the one we were living for
    And it's not that nursery mouth I came back for
    It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor

    Cause I've broken all your windows
    And I've rammed through all your doors
    And who am I to ask you to lick my sores?

    And you should know that's true
    I came for you, for you, I came for you,
    But you did not need my urgency
    I came for you, for you, I came for you
    But life was one long emergency
    And your cloud line urges me
    And my electric surges free, wooo

  8. Spirit in the NightVer letra 4:58


    letra de Spirit in the Night

    Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands
    'long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night
    Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake
    It's about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight
    I got a bottle of rose so let's try it
    We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
    They're built like light
    and they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
    Oh, you don't know what they can do to you
    Spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
    Stand right up now and let them shoot through you

    Well now Wild Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap
    He said, "Trust some of this it'll show you where you're at." or at least it'll help you really feel it
    By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake
    I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake
    I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey let me heal it."
    And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
    and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
    She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night)
    In the night (all night). Janey don't know what she do to you
    Spirit in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
    Stand right up and let her shoot through me

    Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy
    dancin' in the moonlight
    They were down near the water in a stone mud fight
    Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
    Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
    Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs
    Janey said it was time to go so we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right
    Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
    Baby don't know what it do to you
    Spirits in the night (all the night) in the night (all night)

    Músicos invitados: Bruce Springsteen (Bass), Bruce Springsteen (Piano), Harold Wheeler (Piano)
  9. It's Hard to Be a Saint in the CityVer letra 3:13


    letra de It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City

    I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
    I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
    I could walk like Brando right into the sun
    Then dance just like a Casanova
    With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
    Silver star studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
    When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat
    The sisters fell back and said, Don't that man look pretty
    The cripple on the corner cried out, Nickels for your pity
    Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
    It's so hard to be a saint in the city

    I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
    I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
    I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
    Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
    And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
    The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
    Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
    I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
    It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

    And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
    As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead
    They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
    But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
    You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
    Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
    Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

    And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
    The cripple on the corner cries out, Nickels for your pity
    And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
    It's so hard to be a saint in the city

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