Backstreets

Bruce Springsteen

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3x                             4x 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 yeh 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 2x 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 they set us loose of everything To go running on the backstreets Running on the backstreets Terry you swore we’d live forever Taking it on them backstreets together 2x Endless juke joints and Valentino drag Where dancers scraped the tears up off the street dressed down in rags Running into the darkness some hurt bad some really dying At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the 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 to say But I hated him and I hated you when you went away Wa ah Wa Ah 4x 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 to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we’re just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Where we swore forever friends On the backstreets until the end 2x 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 Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets . . .         * courtesy of Bruce Springsteen Complete  Alternate: Capo III    =   =    =    =   =   =    = =    =   =

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La chanson évoque l'amitié profonde entre deux jeunes, Terry et le narrateur, qui tentent de s'échapper d'une réalité difficile. Ils errent dans des lieux oubliés de leur ville, cherchant à capturer un sentiment d'éternité, malgré les défis et les douleurs de la vie. Les souvenirs de moments passés, de rêves et de désillusion les hantent alors qu'ils réalisent qu'ils ne sont pas si différents des autres. Ils se retrouvent piégés dans une nostalgie amère, cachés dans des rues auxquelles ils se sont accrochés. C'est une réflexion sur l'innocence perdue et la quête d'un sens dans un monde souvent impitoyable.