Bruce Springsteen — Backstreets: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Bruce Springsteen

Backstreets

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Трек «Backstreets» вышел в 25 августа 1975 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Columbia»)Born to Run

Информация о песне

АльбомBorn to Run

Дата релиза25 августа 1975 г.

ЛейблColumbia

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM97

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen

Вокал

Garry Tallent

Бас-гитара

Roy Bittan

Фортепиано

Max Weinberg

Барабаны

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen

Продюсер

Jon Landau

Продюсер

M. Appel

Продюсер

Jimmy Iovine

Миксинг-инженер

Thom Panunzio

Ассистент инженера

Corky Stasiak

Ассистент инженера

Ricke Delena

Ассистент инженера

Angie Arcuri

Ассистент инженера

Andy Abrams

Ассистент инженера

Greg Calbi

Мастеринг-инженер

Bob Ludwig

Мастеринг-инженер

David Thoener

Ассистент инженера

Слова

[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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