It’s difficult for me to justify my current enthusiasm for Bruce Springsteen. He’s hardly the firmest young boyband dominated Gayland, nor is he the current hipster dance music sensation that the digiterati are wolfing down. And he’s so entirely unrepresentative of the music that I normally listen to. But there’s something strangely compelling about it…
I get up in the evening,
And I ain’t got nothing to say,
I come home in the morning,
I go to bed feeling the same way.
I ain’t nothing but tired,
Man I’m just tired and bored with myself.
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help…You can’t start a fire,
You can’t start a fire without a spark,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.Message keeps getting clearer,
Radio’s on and I’m moving ’round my place,
I check my look in the mirror,
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face.
Man I ain’t getting nowhere,
Just living in a dump like this.
There’s something happening somewhere.
Baby I just know that there is…You can’t start a fire,
You can’t start a fire without a spark,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.You sit around getting older.
There’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me,
I’ll shake this world off my shoulders.
Come on baby the laugh’s on me…Stay on the streets of this town,
And they’ll be carving you up all right.
They say you gotta stay hungry,
Hey baby, I’m just about starving tonight.
I’m dying for some action,
I’m sick of sitting ’round here trying to write this book,
I need a love reaction,
Come on now baby, gimme just one look.You can’t start a fire,
Sitting ’round crying over a broken heart,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
You can’t start a fire,
Worrying about your little world falling apart,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.