Current Personal Soundtrack

[khaosworks]

They played a beautiful acoustic guitar version of this at Tim Russert's memorial service. If the tributes from his colleagues weren't enough to make me go woobly, this alone would have been.

Born to Run
by Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out in the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and stepping out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
'Cause tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
(Yes, born to run...)

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop — baby we'll never go back
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild babe
I want to know if love is real
(Oh can you show me...)

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones
Scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

(1 2 3 4...)

The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday girl I dont know when
We're gonna get to that place where we really want to go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
Ah honey tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
Come on with me tramps like us
Baby we were born to run