By TIM DAVID HARVEY.
I've never done this before. Aside from to close friends and ones I love and trust. 'This' being sharing publicly what I really write the most about, more than all the articles I post. Lyrics from songs or poems that I have been writing constantly for around a decade now. Although the vast majority will never see the light of the day and there's plenty more lyrics that lament his legacy here's three for the big Boss Bruce. Three songs wrote many years ago in dedication to my music and songwriting hero, Springsteen. In tribute of todays release of the mans memoirs. 'Born To Run', the autobiography of Bruce Springsteen we've been waiting a long time on the road for. So as we read Springsteen's story, straight from the Bosses mouth, here's just a small sample of mine. And what over time this icon has done for me and my writing dream I will always work on...
ANOTHER ROUND FOR ME & THE BOY FROM NEW JERSEY (Wrote 2009)
Same again,
Pour another two if you'd please,
Tonight this writers sharing stories with a man who's been telling them for decades,
& I wanna turn the page,
Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,
This mans got my full attention,
Like a wise man or a legend seen to be believed,
The author of my childhood,
The soundtrack of my manhood,
Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,
I'm telling how he influences,
While he talks about working on the highway & Darlington County,
I ask him advice about my lady,
& he tells me about Wendy, Mary & Frankie,
Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,
So give us a minute,
& lean over whilst your cleaning your glass,
Because he tells my story & yours everytime he speaks,
So lets play a few tracks & that'll be that,
Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,
Same again,
Pour another two if you'd please,
Tonight this writers sharing stories with a man who's been telling them for decades,
& I wanna turn the page,
Just one more...
NEW JERSEY SOUL (Wrote 2013)
Greetings from a seaside town that looks like Asbury Park,
You can see the light of those same last laugh amusements after dark,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
I want to hear just one more story,
With our Canadian friend on the mixtapes playlist,
Walk like a man no matter the distance,
I took a train to the Meadowlands to cut down Nets,
Now a wrecking ball to Brooklyn is all they get,
But I must have seen something on the ride home,
That will always make me go back,
New Jersey soul,
The boss is that,
We'll take a ride in a classic car & talk about girls we loved & lost,
Through a tunnel of love until valentines day can't get enough,
Or when we're tougher than the rest,
A man who may not be my brother but sure is best,
As we hear clearly through stereo,
All the places on this you and me journey we can truly go,
I took a train to the Meadowlands to cut down Nets,
Now a wrecking ball to Brooklyn is all they get,
But I must have seen something on the ride home,
That will always make me go back,
New Jersey soul,
The boss is that,
He told me I'd see the American dream,
& find true love like Bobby Jean,
Hearts hungry,
You & me,
Riding through the U.S.A, till the road & blue jeans are torn,
Like this is where we were born,
Electric Nebraska,
Love & laughter,
I took a train to the Meadowlands to cut down Nets,
Now a wrecking ball to Brooklyn is all they get,
But I must have seen something on the ride home,
That will always make me go back,
New Jersey soul,
The boss is that,
SPRINGSTEEN TO THE AMERICAN DREAM (Wrote 2013)
A writer in waiting,
A waiter writing,
On napkins & bill folds,
From opening time to closing,
Just another bus boy dream,
That I’ll have to wait on,
But I’m not waiting my life away,
While they take tips, force shifts & mess up pay,
Our music was always built on hard times,
Blue collars,
Hearts squandered,
The Boss never lost,
We’re winning now,
In the memory of ‘The Big Man’,
We love you Clarence,
Springsteen to the American dream,
& all the promises life believes to be seen,
Or so it seems,
It’s all coming true,
& that’s all thanks to you,
Soul driving down roads of thunder,
All the way to Atlantic City with the boy from New Jersey,
Down E Street,
Working on a dream like magic,
‘Born To Die’, Lana riding shotgun,
Baby we we’re born to run,
To the sun,
Come on up for the rising,
Hey, hey, hey I’m on fire,
Springsteen to the American dream,
& all the promises life believes to be seen,
Or so it seems,
It’s all coming true,
& that’s all thanks to you,
Darkness on the edge of town,
But a human touch keeps me from the devils arcade,
This American dream baby it’s took its test,
But we’re tougher than the rest,
Looking for the tunnel of love,
Because the spirit of the night,
Gives us reason to believe,
Springsteen to the American dream,
Our music was always built on hard times,
Blue collars,
Hearts squandered,
The Boss never lost,
We’re winning now,
In the memory of ‘The Big Man’,
We love you Clarence,
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