Nu ik toch bezig ben met stilgevallen forums nieuw leven in te blazen...
Een van de beste nummers uit de jaren '80:
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now, there's trouble bustin in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth
Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in ………………….
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact...
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold
And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Now, I been lookin for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
Get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, Im tired of comin out on the losin end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna
Do a little favor for him
Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...
het geweldige 'atlantic city' van bruce springsteen
ps! ik ben verantwoordelijk voor het stilvallen van deze vragenreeksen, teveel bezig geweest met de moordquiz en compleet vergeten uiteraard
ook een schoon liedje, uit een ander decennium, ingezongen door een geweldige zangeres
Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fog
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
My XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
My momma made for me
So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
My momma made for me
And oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my XXXX XX XXXX XXXXXX
Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money