Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Vocais
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Baixo
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Produção
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Produção
M. Appel
M. Appel
Produção
Jimmy Iovine
Jimmy Iovine
Engenharia (mixagem)
Thom Panunzio
Thom Panunzio
Engenharia (assistente)
Corky Stasiak
Corky Stasiak
Engenharia (assistente)
Ricke Delena
Ricke Delena
Engenharia (assistente)
Angie Arcuri
Angie Arcuri
Engenharia (assistente)
Andy Abrams
Andy Abrams
Engenharia (assistente)
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Engenharia (masterização)
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Engenharia (masterização)
David Thoener
David Thoener
Engenharia (assistente)

Letra

[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 let loose of everything to go
[Chorus]
Running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
Terry, you swore we'd live forever
Taking it on them backstreets together
[Bridge]
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets, dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night, sometimes, it seemed you could hear that 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
[Bridge]
Whoa, oh
Whoa, oh
[Verse 3]
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
Well, after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess to
[Chorus]
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Where we swore forever friends, hey
On the backstreets until the end
[Outro]
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
[Outro]
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
[Outro]
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Well, it's alright, we're all
Hiding on the backstreets tonight
[Outro]
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Oh, yeah, whoa, oh
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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