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Bruce Springsteen - Born in the USA
Naravno, svi ste čuli, pjesmu Born in the USA, komercijalnu verziju
"Stars & Stripes"-a, pjesmu s kojom se svaki Amer može poistovjetit,
koja se vrti na skoro svakoj utakmici SAD-a
(dokaz: ovo je detalj sa sp-a u Njemačkoj 2006
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnbEFQ60GZQ), i meni osobno jedna od 10 najboljih pjesama ikad snimljenih.
Klasik koji ima i našu verziju - "Rođen u Zagrebu" grupe ITD Band.
Bruce Springsteen ovom se pjesmom "zacementirao" na vrhovima svih glazbenih ljestvica širom svijeta daleke 1984. godine.
Istoimeni album, Born in the USA, do danas je njegov najprodavaniji album svih vremena, a samo u prvoj godini izdavanja tog albuma prodan je u nevjerojatnih 22 milijuna primjerka 
, a da još ne govorimo o tome koliko je prodao singlica, ploča, kazeta etc, etc.
Sam album sadrži 12 pjesama:
Born In The U.S.A.
Cover Me
Darlington County
Working On The Highway
Downbound Train
I'm On Fire
No Surrender
Bobby Jean
Im Goin' Down
Glory Days
Dancing In The Dark
My Hometown
Born in the USA - govori o traumama generacije nakon vijetnamskog rata, te radničkoj klasi krajem sedamdesetih i početkom osamdesetih kada se gase velika industrijska postrojenja i i općenito mijenja način života cijelih jednih "working class heroes" generacija, u čiju se tematiku savršeno slaže hrapav i oštar Bruceov glas, kao stvoren za probleme i patnju nižeg sloja populacije.
Ovaj veliki hit Ronald Reagan je htio iskoristiti u propagandne svrhe
(I h8 politicians 
), ali ga je Springsteen odjebo rekavši mu kako pjesmu nije ni poslušao. Pjesma sama po sebi odiše sarkazmom i ironijom savršeno skrivenim iza patnje "working class heroes" generacije, te patriotizmom u nezaboravnom refrenu: "Born in the USA..."
Ovakav bi bio stav Amera - uzeli mi sve, nemam love, stana, hrane, al sam ipak rođen u Americi.
Proud to be an American!!!
Lyrics:
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
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 U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"
I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
To je, nažalost, i jedina njegova pjesma koju puštaju u močvari 
Cover me - tipična Bruceova pjesma sa fenomenalno ukomponiranim solom, laganim za odsvirat gitarskim rifom i fenomenalnim one-riff klavijaturama, i ispala je fenomenalno. Pjesma inače govori o vezi dvoje ljudi čiji starci ne odobravaju tu vezu (stihovi
Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us) i o zadrtosti i mentalnom propadanju društva.
Lyrics:
The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us
Cover me, shut the door and cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Outside's the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more
This whole world is out there just trying to score
I've seen enough I don't want to see any more,
Cover me, come on and cover me
I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Darlington County - jako me podsjeća na "Rođen u Zagrebu".
Pjesma koja zrači pozitivnom energijom, ko stvorena za ljetne noćne šetnje uz rivu i mirno more - izaziva te na ples 
Lyrics:
Driving in to Darlington County
Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July
Driving in to Darlington County
Looking for some work on the county line
We drove down from New York City
Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name
Driving in to Darlington City
Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's
We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop
We got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top singing
Sha la la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la la
Hey little girl standing on the corner
Today's your lucky day for sure all right
Me and my buddy we're from New York City
We got two hundred dollars we want to rock all night
Girl you're looking at two big spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you
Come on baby take a seat on my fender
It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do
Just me and you we could
Sha la la...
Little girl sitting in the window
Ain't seen my buddy in seven days
County man tells me the same thing
He don't work and he don't get paid
Little girl you're so young and pretty
Walk with me and you can have your way
And we'll leave this Darlington City
For a ride down that Dixie Highway
Driving out of Darlington County
My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
Driving out of Darlington County
Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford
Sha la la...
Working On The Highway - ako te ikoja Springsteenova
pjesma može dić u roku odmah, Working On The Highway je definitivno ta. 
Jednostavna, pršti od energije, gitarski riff jednostavan, ponavlja se kroz veći dio pjesme, klavijature prate rif u notu, bluesy bas note i Bruceov jedinstveni glas kao da te mami na ples i mahnito skakanje po sobi uz čudne poglede staraca i susjeda koji te špijuniraju
Kao stvorena za tulume na plaži
Sirovost radničke klase, uz Born in the USA, u ovoj pjesmi je toliko jaka da te bode u oči.
Lyrics:
Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work
Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families some looking to get hurt
Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts
I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway
I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks
One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway
I saved up my money and I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say
"Son can't you see that she's just a little girl
She don't know nothing about this cruel cruel world"
We lit out down to Florida we got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white
The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang
Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway
Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway.
Downbound Train - jedna ajmo reći chill-out pjesma, malo žešća verzija njegove jebene stvari The river koja govori o čovjeku koji je imao sve, a odjednom ostao bez ičega jer ga je ostavila cura (hmmm, zakaj mi je to poznato 
)
Jako lijepa pjesma koju vrtim već dugo bez prestanka.
Kroz Bruceov glas osjeća se očaj i nemoć s kojom se mogu poistovjetit mnogi ljudi koji su se našli u takvoj situaciji
Lyrics:
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
She just said "Joe I gotta go
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train
Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried
Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
I'm on fire - totalni chill-out na albumu, jedna totalno zakon pjesma sa vrlo jednostavnim gitarskim rifom, bubnjevima koji cijelo vrijeme lupaju jedan te isti ritam, te jako jednostavne klavijature i na kraju, Bruceov mističan i hrapav glas daju ovoj pjesmi pomalo spooky feeling savršeno ukomponiran u pjesmu kraću od 3 minute.
Pjesma govori o nekoj vrsti ljubavnog trokuta - muškarac, obični šljaker (bar sudeći po spotu) je zapeo za oko udatoj i dobrostojećoj ženi čiji je brak u očitoj krizi, i čovjek je razapet između zdravog razuma i želje za njom.
Prvi stihovi pjesme mogli bi lako vući na pedofiliju 
Lyrics:
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
No Surrender - aaaahh, nema nikaj bolje od pobune mladih teenagera, o čemu ova pjesma zapravo i govori.
Pjesma je predstavnik američkih srednjoškolaca željnih slobode, markiranja i uživanja u životu.
Mami te na ples
Rebellion ruuulllzzz!!! 
Lyrics:
We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down
We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender
Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars
We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender
Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
you say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head
We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender
No retreat no surrender
Bobby Jean - nije lijep osjećaj kad izgubiš dragu osobu, zar ne? (hmmm, looks familliar )
Upravo je to tema ove u biti depresivne pjesme u kojoj se osjeća bol, nemoć i sposobnost da se ne može kontrolirati sudbina i što nam donosi sutra.
Koliko god da pjesma bila depresivna, u njoj se osjeća neka pozitivna vibra koja čovjeka tjera da osjeti kako ništa nije izgubljeno.
Tipična Bruceova pjesma za dio njegove karijere - klavijature, jednostavni rifovi, saksofon koji nikoga neće ostaviti ravnodušnim, i Bruce kao ikona radničke klase i problema neshvaćene mladeži.
Lyrics:
Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean
Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean
Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there'll be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean
I'm goin down - kaj drugo reći nego sjest i uživat u još jednoj tipičnoj Bruceovoj pjesmi 
Jednostavni rif, bas koji kao da te vodi kroz pjesmu u starom Cadillacu iz 70-tih na autocesti, klavijature koje se poigravaju sa lead gitarom, sax koji te prikuje za sjedalo, i na kraju The Boss sa svojim vokalom.
Sit back and enjoy the ride!!
Lyrics:
We sit in the car outside your house
I can feel the heat coming 'round
I go to put my arm around you
and you give me a look like I'm way out of bounds
well you let out one of your bored sighs
Well lately when I look into your eyes
I'm goin down
We get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night
We come home early burning, burning in some fire fight
I'm sick and tired of you setting me up
Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down
I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt
I remember back when we started
My kisses used to turn you inside out
I used to drive you to work in the morning
Friday night I'd drive you all around
You used to love to drive me wild
But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down
Glory Days -
"Dani ponosa i slave
sada blješte, sada sjaje..."
Živjeti na danima stare slave nikad nije lijepo, daju nam osjećaj kao da smo nešto propustili i da se osjećamo kao zadnji papci što nismo iskoristili što nam se pružilo.
Ubojito i lako pamtljive klavijature, jednostavan ritam bubnjeva, gitarski rif i bas dionica zajedno sa klavijaturama daju slušatelju dojam da sve izlazi iz jednog instrumenta, a kad se k tome još i pridoda The Boss, dobijete jedan od megahitova s ovog klasika koji je promijenio glazbenu povijest.
Lyrics:
I had a friend was a big baseball player
back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Well there's a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Dancing in the dark - koliko god bio neupućen u pjesme i glazbu Bruce Springsteena općenito, čuje li ovu pjesmu neće moć odoljeti a da ne pita čija je ovo pjesma.
Bubnjevi udaraju jedan te isti ritam bez nekih većih prijelaza i odaju slušatelju dojam kao da ide podloga za neku rap pjesmu, klavijature svojom odišu svojom jednostavnošću, a gitare i bas, pomognuti Bruceom daju ovoj pjesmi jednostavan, ali moćan štih i ovu pjesmu pretvaraju u jedan od glavnih uzdanica na albumu.
Zanimljivost vezana uz ovu pjesmu - u spotu se pojavljuje Courtney Cox, tada anonimna tinejdžerica s kratkom kosom
To morate vidjet 
Lyrics:
I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is
You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark
You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me
Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look
You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Hey baby
My hometown - kao posljednju pjesmu na albumu
Bruce je odlučio postaviti ovu tako jebenu baladu, jednu od njaboljih pjesama na albumu i jednu od najljepših balada ikad snimljenih.
Klavijature su tako mekane i lagane kao da osjećaju kraj albuma i odaju dojam kao da i one pjevaju sa Bruceom, gitara je naprosto fenomenalna - svira onoliko koliko treba u pjesmi i ne pretjeruje,
bubnjevi se priključuju žalopojci i ovom prejebenom čudu od pjesme, a Bruce svojim glasom daje pjesmi poseban štih koji slušatelja uvlači u to vrijeme problema mladih, želje da se istaknu i u isto vrijeme vjerno prikazuje njihovu nemoć da išta promijene.
Lyrics:
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is your hometown
Sve u svemu, album vjerno prikazuje život i muku radničke klase te probleme neshvaćene i zbunjene mladeži i s pravom ga kritičari nazivaju jednim od najboljih albuma ikad.
Inače Bruce nikad nije bio u ratu u Vijetnamu - zbrisao je u Kanadu u vrijeme rata (pametan čovjek) i 9 godina nakon rata opalio šamar vladi ovim remekdjelom 
Rating: 9.5/10
Pozdravčeeek!!!
Post je objavljen 22.01.2007. u 14:41 sati.