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BACKSTREETS

Outtake version 1

One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything
To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
Terry we swore we'd live forever, taking on the backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Watching the heroes working in the funhouse ripping off the fags
The teenage ice exploded in crazy senseless fights
Running off down the boardwalk away from the carnival lights*
Blame it on the lies that killed us
Blame it on the truth that ran us down, blame it all on me Terry
Blame it all on that town
But I hated him and his fancy ways
Well I hated you when you went away
Whoa no, whoa no

Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Well we swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
This is why we go hiding on the backstreets tonight
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

Outtake version of BACKSTREETS with lyrics changes. This version, in addition to outtake version 2, was recorded between March and July 1975 at The Record Plant, New York City, and appeared on the same bootleg, War And Roses: The Definitive Born To Run Outtakes Collection. Outtake version 3 was also recorded between March and July 1975 at The Record Plant, New York City, but did not appear on the same bootleg.

What needs to be said about this one? Springsteen's epic of love found, crushed and lost, while hiding in the shadows of the Backstreets. As the song progresses, the vigor and current of Bruce's voice swells, a force barely under control, until the passion is built up throughout the chanting of the Backstreets mantra, until orgasmically, the pain is released in a crescendo. See also SHE'S THE ONE for an embryonic version of this track.

* Lyrics only in this version

Available on:

  1. Born To Run (track 4)
  2. Live 1975-85 (disc 1- track 9)