Springsteen & I Page #5

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Born in the USA

I was born in the USA

I was born in the USA

Born in the USA

Got in a little hometown jam

So they put a rifle

in my hand

Sent me off to a foreign land

To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the USA

I was born in the USA

I was born in the USA

I was born in the USA

And a special moment

for me was when

Bruce decided to go on the Reunion

Tour with the E Street Band

just around the millennium and the

boys, they hit Copenhagen as well.

And I was here. It was one

of those nights to remember.

I remember during

the encore of the show,

Bruce decides to

play Blood Brothers,

beautiful song, beautiful song.

And during the

last verse of the song,

the guy next to me...

I don't know his name.

I'd never seen him before.

I haven't seen him since.

He decides to

put his arm around me.

You know, all of a sudden, this

big guy has his arm around me.

And it was just one of those moments

where it didn't seem weird at all.

On through the

houses of the dead

Past those fallen

in their tracks

We're always moving ahead

And never looking back

Let's sing.

Now we're out e on this road

All along this road tonight

Close my eyes and feel

so many friends around me

In the early evening ligt

And the miles we have come

And the battles won and lost

Are just so many

roads traveled

So many rivers crossed

And I ask God

for the strength

And faith in one anothr

'Cause it's a good nigt for a ride

across this river to the other side

My blood brothers

I remember walking home

after the show with my girl

and she said to me, "At some point, I

felt like I was the only one there."

"I felt like he

was playing for me."

And I said, "I know. I know exactly

what you're talking about. I know."

Hello. My name is Jane.

I'm living in Helsingor, in

Denmark, just a small town.

This is the first time I've

ever tried to make a video

from my camera,

so this is not very good.

However, I wish to say

something about me and Bruce.

We have been friends

ever since 1985,

though he do not know me.

I have listened to his music

every day since '85.

I know the lyrics.

I know the music.

Every day when I go home for work,

I hear his records in my car.

I sort of relax.

I sort of get in a very good

mood when I listen to Bruce.

It doesn't matter whether it is

the new music or the old music.

I just love listening

to his music.

I'm not the kind of fan who

knows the size of his shoes,

or the names of his children,

although I know he has three children

and he has a lovely wife Patti.

Which is also...

She has a wonderful vocal.

And, of course, I understand

why he loves his woman.

One of the best music I have

heard him sing is the...

Red Headed Woman.

It is the kind of song that a man

who really loves his woman has made

and it must be wonderful to be

Patti to receive such a song.

I don't know what to say. I'm the

kind of fan who has attended

all his concerts

since '85 here in Denmark.

I always stand in the first

row, screaming and shouting

and dancing like a teenager

to a Beatles' concert.

This summer I was that lucky

that finally, after all

these years, I touched him.

We touched each other twice

in Roskilde in Denmark

and I cried like... I wept

because it was so big.

It's a great song about a great

subject, cunnilingus. That's right.

Yeah. I hope I'm pronouncing

that correctly.

Yeah, as I like to say, if you can

pronounce it, you can probably do it.

That's right.

And what can I say about it?

It's a college town.

There's probably people

practicing cunnilingus out there

as we speak tonight.

I hope so

and I do mean practicing,

because you young

whipper-snappers,

it takes a while to get that

under your belt. (CHUCKLES)

It's like balancing a plate

on the end of your nose.

It's not as easy as it looks.

It takes some dedication,

it takes discipline,

attention to craft and detail.

That's right.

It takes... Yes.

It takes patience, patience

and more patience.

As I usually say.

But anyway

to not get into the whole

Freudian complications

of moving from one song

into the other.

(LAUGHING)

We'll just leave

that alone, right?

Whoo! What can I say?

Where was I?

Oh, if there are

any kids out there,

cunnilingus is Latin for "It's

nice to keep your room very neat."

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well, brunettes are fine,

man, blondes are fun

But when it comes to

getting the dirty job done

I'll take

a red-headed woman

I'll take

a red-headed woman

It takes

a red-headed woman

To get a dirty job done

Well, listen up, stud

Your life's been wasted

Till you've got down

on your knees and tasted

A red-headed woman

A red-headed woman

It takes a red-headed woman

To get that dirty job

done That's right

I hadn't been to a ton

of rock 'n' roll yet,

but I'd seen my share of shows.

And I understood in some way

that what I was witnessing

was something far beyond me

and my world as I knew it.

I was way too in the moment to

know that my life was changing,

but I did know that with each song,

I was leaving something behind.

The really critical

departure happened during

the long soul-shaking

instrumental in Jungleland.

He turned his back to us and

he walked towards the drum.

He swayed and he danced to the sax,

the bass, the organ, the piano.

He was young and taut

and all that man and men

and song and sound

became something bigger

and more powerful than anything

I understood or knew yet

in my young body.

And it was something

about rock 'n' roll and sex

and men and music and myself

and I grew a few years

and a few inches

when that incredibly beautiful

man had his perfect body

moving perfectly to

that crazy, sexy, sad song.

Everyone was totally

transfixed, tranced out.

I don't know if

anybody else was there,

but it was like the genie had

been let out of the bottle

and for me there

was no going back.

I think I cried.

I must have.

I was ripped out of my skin.

I was ripped out of my senses.

It was like the thunderbird had

swooped and had me in its talons.

And then someone behind me

lifts me up onto the stage,

really gently,

just lifts me up,

and I stand up and I'm standing

right there next to him.

And I'm so close I can see

the sweat through his jeans

and his dirty Converse.

And I look at him and he's

looking at me and he smiles

and I sort of moved to the side

and the next thing

I know someone comes

and really gently lowers me back

down to where I was before.

And I look around and there are

men all around me smiling.

I'm soaked to the skin

and I'm wearing red satin.

The midnight gang's assembled

And picked a rendezvous

for the night

They'll meet 'neh

that giant Exxon sn

That brings

this fair city light

Man there's an opera

out on the Turnpike

There's a ballet beig

fought out in the alley

Until the local cops

Cherry Tops

Rips this holy night

The street's alive

As secret debts are d

Contacts made,

they vanish unsen

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