Springsteen

Me, I'm ambivalent about the Boss. Love the "Born in the U.S.A." album, don't theink there's even ten other tracks of his that do much for me.

On the other hand, he's a comrade and is an unusually honest performer. He puts out at live shows like he's the hardest working man in showbiz (yeah, yeah, harder than JB was, maybe, but in an apples and oranges way.

That said, when the Boss nails it -- pow, right out of the ballpark. Two off of "Magic":

Radio Nowhere

I was tryin' to find my way home
but all I heard was a drone
bouncing off a satellite
crushin' the last lone American night
this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

I was spinnin' 'round a dead dial
just another lost number in a file
dancin' down a dark hole
just searchin' for a world with some soul

this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm

I want a thousand guitars
I want pounding drums
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues

this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
is there anybody alive out there?

I was driving through the misty rain
searchin' for a mystery train
boppin' through the wild blue
tryin' to make a connection to you

this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
this is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm

Then for Our Beloved Leader, one to slap (or more particularly have someone slap for him) onto his iPod and then to have same shoved deeply up his nasty, lazy, stupid ass:

Last to Die

we took the highway till
the road went black
we'd marked, Truth or
Consequences on our map
a voice drifted up from the radio
and I thought of a voice from long ago

who'll be the last to die for a mistake
the last to die for a mistake
whose blood will spill, whose heart wil break
who'll be the last to die, for a mistake

kids asleep in the backseat
we're just counting the miles, you and me
we don't measure the blood
we've drawn anymore
we just stack the bodies outside the door

who'll be the last to die for a mistake
the last to die for a mistake
whose blood will spill, whose heart wil break
who'll be the last to die, for a mistake

the wise men were all fools, what to do
the sun sets in flames as the city burns
another day gone down as the night turns
and I hold you here in my heart
as things fall apart

a downtown window flushed with light
"faces of the dead at five"
our martyr's silent eyes
petition the drivers as we pass by

who'll be the last to die for a mistake
the last to die for a mistake
darlin' will tyrants and kings
fall to the same fate
strung up at your city gates
who'll be the last to die for a mistake

(Both written and (c) by Bruce Springsteen)