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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-21-2001 @ 4:04 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01  | For the second straight year, Bruce Springsteen will play a series of holiday benefit concerts in Asbury Park, N.J., to raise funds for local charities. According to a press release, Springsteen--backed by the Max Weinberg 7 and unnamed "Friends"--is scheduled to perform on Dec. 3, 4, 6-8 at the Asbury Park Convention Hall. Tickets for all shows will go on sale on Tuesday (11/27) at 9 a.m. Eastern Time through Asbury Park-area Ticketmaster charge-by-phone numbers only--the tickets will not be sold over the Internet or at outlets. Ticketmaster phone numbers for this sale are: (201) 507-8900, (609) 520-8383, (212) 307-7171 and (212) 307-7200. (Ticketmaster is LiveDaily's parent company.) As it did last year, Springsteen's camp has taken several steps in an attempt to keep tickets out of the hands of scalpers. According to promoter Concerts East, only two tickets will be sold to each person per phone call. Tickets will not be mailed out, and must be picked up on the night of the show. The person who orders the tickets must be the person who picks up the tickets, and must present two forms of identification in order to do so. Tickets will be priced at $50 and $100, according to Concerts East. The specific charities that will benefit from the concerts' proceeds weren't immediately announced.  I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-21-2001 @ 4:46 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | That Ol' Gag. :) You going ?  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-22-2001 @ 8:23 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | If I can get tickets, I'm there. I'm working on it. I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 9:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Don't forget people... tickets go on sale 9am tomorrow, Two for Tuesday. In the summer that I was baptized my father held me to his side As they put me to the water he said how on that day I cried We were prisoners of love a love in chains He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain With the same hot blood burning in our veins Adam raised a Cain All of the old faces ask you why you're back They fit you with position and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac In the darkness of your room your mother calls you by your true name You remember the faces the places the names You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain Adam raised a Cain In the Bible Cain slew Abel and East of Eden he was cast You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame You inherit the sins you inherit the flames Adam raised a Cain Lost but not forgotten from the dark heart of a dream Adam raised a Cain Better Days Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come Or that train to come roarin' 'round the bend I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose For a woman I can call my friend These are better days baby Yeah there's better days shining through These are better days baby Better days with a girl like you Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad funny ending to find yourself pretending A rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight I'm layin' in your arms carvin' lucky charms Out of these hard luck bones These are better days baby These are better days it's true These are better days There's better days shining through Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason for feelin' sorry for himself And turning his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home These are better days baby There's better days shining through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days it's true These are better days Better days are shining through Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 9:50 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | quote: But it's still Monday... New Jersey Turnpike, ridin' on a wet night `neath the refin'ry's glow Out where the great black rivers flow License, registration: I ain't got none But I got a clear conscience `bout the things that I done Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Please don't stop me, please don't stop me Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife The only thing that I got's been both'rin' me my whole life Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Please don't stop me, please don't stop me In the wee, wee hours your mind get hazy Radio relay towers lead me to my baby The radio's jammed up with talk show stations It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, till you lose your patience Mister state trooper, please don't stop me Hey, somebody out there, listen to my last prayer Hiho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 9:57 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: Yes, Captain Obvious, I know. I was posting that in preparation of the tickets going on sale tomorrow morning. If I waited till tomorrow, it would have been too late, the tickets would have been sold out. But ya know what? You are right... It's not like anyone from here was going to go to the show anyway. ;) "State Trooper" - BTW, did ya ever see the Sean Penn directorial debut "The Indian Runner?". It is based on the Nebraska Album. Well brunettes are fine man And blondes are fun But when it comes to getting a dirty job done I'll take a red headed woman A red headed woman It takes a red headed woman To get a dirty job done Well listen up stud Your life's been wasted Til you've got down on your knees and tasted A red headed woman A red headed woman It takes a red headed woman To get a dirty job done Tight skirt, strawberry hair Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there Big green eyes that look like, son They can see every cheap thing that you ever done Well, I don't know how many girls you dated, man But you ain't lived til you've had your tires rotated By a red headed woman A red headed woman It takes a red headed woman To get a dirty job done Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 10:37 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | quote: No, I haven't. I'll have to look into that one. You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks Out on to an open road you ride until the day You learn to sleep at nigth with the price you pay Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies And in one last breath they built the roads they'd ride to their death Driving on through the night, unable to break away From the restless pull of the price you pay Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay Now you can't walk away from the price you pay Now they'd come so far and they'd waited so long Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong Where the dark of night holds back the light of day And you've gotta stand and fight for the price you pay Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay Now you can't walk away from the price you pay Little girl down on the strand With that pretty little baby in your hands Do you remember the story of the promised land How he crossed the desert sands And could not enter the chosen land On the banks of the river he stayed To face the price you pay So let the game start, you better run you little wild heart You can run through all the nights and all the days But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign That counts the man fallen away to the price you pay, and girl before the end of the day I'm gonna tear it down and throw it away I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 11:10 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Indian Runner, The (1991)quote: David Morse .... Joe Roberts Viggo Mortensen .... Frank Roberts Valeria Golino .... Maria Patricia Arquette .... Dorothy Charles Bronson .... Mr. Roberts: Joe & Frank's Father Sandy Dennis .... Mrs. Robert: Joe & Frank's Mother Dennis Hopper .... Caesar Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 11:33 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | quote: Well if you insist.... Highway Patrolman My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I got a brother named Frankie and Frankie ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down I get a call over the radio Frankie's in trouble downtown Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good Well Frankie went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed Frankie came home in `68, and me, I took this job Yeah we're laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine Well the night was like any other, I got a call `bout quarter to nine There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cry'n' at a table and it was Frank, they said Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights Well I musta done one hundred and ten through Michigan county that night It was out at the crossroads, down `round Willow bank Seen a Buick with Ohio plates. Behind the wheel was Frank Well I chased him through them county roads Till a sign said "Canadian border five miles from here" I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his tail-lights disappear Me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 11:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | The Ghost of Tom Joad Album - Over or Under Rated? Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek They built a blast furnace Here along the shore And they made the cannonballs That helped the union win the war Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy worked the furnaces Kept 'em hotter then hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite coke and limestone Fed my children and made my pay Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy come on the 0hio works When he come home from world war two Now the yards just scrap and rubble He said, "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do" These mills they built the tanks and bombs That won this countries wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam Now were wondering what they were dyin' for Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown From the Monongahela valley To the Mesabi iron range To the coal mines of Appalachia The story's always the same Seven-hundred tons of metal a day Now sir you tell me the world's changed Once I made you rich enough Rich enough to forget my name And Youngstown And Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown When I die I don't want no part of heaven I would not do heaven's work well I pray the devil comes and takes me To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 11:48 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | quote: Brilliant at times... uninspired at others... There are several tracks that are amazing, especially the title track. But the album drags at times and seems much less sincere than Nebraska. "Every cloud has a silver lining, every dog has his day." She said "Now don't say nothin' If you don't have something nice to say The tought now they get going when the going gets tough." But for you my best was never good enough "Now don't try for a home run baby If you can get the job done with a hit Remember a quitter never wins And a winner never quits The sun don't shine on a sleepin' dog's ass." And all the rest of that stuff Buf for you my best was never good enough "If God gives you nothin' but lemons then you make some lemonade The early bird catches the fuckin' worm, Rome wasn't built in a day Now life's like a box of chocolates You never know what you're going to get Stupid is as stupid does" and all the rest of that shit Come on pretty baby call my bluff 'Cause for you my best was never good enough I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-26-2001 @ 11:57 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: That was my take on it. I could never get totally into it, so I shelved it for a future listen. Maybe I will dust it off and give it another shot. Tear drops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out I'm stranded in the jungle Taking all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living From a tenement window a transistor blasts Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown And the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city All the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out... Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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King Shit *board owner* | posted on 11-27-2001 @ 9:30 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Oh yes, I did indeed get tickets to the final show of the 5 night stand.... Incident on 57th Street Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night with bruised arms And broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite,He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street, But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap." And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater." Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar." And from out of the shadows cam e a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry." Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight. Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame, We may find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe. Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew she'd never be true but then she really didn't mind, Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home, She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone." And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein." Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good, They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye. Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street, He called down, "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain’t very sweet around here anymore, Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on, And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone. Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on, She says, "Those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight, Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window: Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight Jane, I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight now baby Or we may walk until the daylight, baby." Goodnight, it's alright Jane, I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane, We can find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until it's daylight, maybe. I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 12-09-2001 @ 12:45 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Slash wanted my review of the show so here it is... I went to the closing show last night. To say it was an amazing show would be to put it mildly. It was a 3 and a 1/2 hour wet dream for true Springsteen aficionados. Of the 8 solo Springsteen songs he sung, 4 of them came off the easily overlooked "The Wild, The Innocent, and the E-Street Shuffle" album. There's a great difference between seeing him perform in the Garden or at the Meadowland compared to the intimate setting that is the Asbury Park Convention Hall. The venue is the size of a high school gymnasium, and allows for a much more close and personal feeling. Special guests included veteran rockers Bruce Hornsby, Elvis Costello, Southside Johnny, Collin Jeffries, and Jon Landau, who saw the 'Future of Rock 'n Roll'... Add to that lineup the consistent driving force of the entire E-Street ban, (sans only 2 members, The Professor & Stevie) and the Max Weinberg 7 and it makes for an unbelievably strong and inspiring show. Highlights... *Bruce doing Incident on 57th Street solo on his piano. *Bruce & Elvis Costello doing a duet on Alison *Rosalia, yes the quintessential Springsteen live track... Rosie came out tonight *Nils' solo on Here Comes the Sun in tribute to George Harrison *Kitty's Back & Thundercrack, two long cuts. One a lost and forgotten cut off the aforementioned W,I,E-SS. and a song only released on Tracks yet made classic by its performance in the 70's. *Dueling Bruces (Springsteen & Hornsby) singing End of the Innocence (yes the Don Henley & Bruce Hornsby collaboration) *Santa Claus is Coming to Town... cheesy yes, but it was the closing number featuring all the artists in all-star tribute to the holidays. A truly unforgettable show. I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands | ||||
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