1516 – Bruce Springsteen – Jungleland (1975)

Escrita por Bruce Springsteen, foi gravada em 20 de julho de 1975 e lançada em 25 de agosto de 1975 no disco Born to run. Ela fecha o disco. Tem um dos solos mais conhecidos de Clarence Clemons.. Suki Lahav faz uma introdução no violino, acompanhada de Roy Bittan no piano. A letra fala do Magic Rat que dirige no fronteira do estado de New Jersey pra encontrar a Barefoot Girl. Fala de algumas cenas da cidade e da vida de gangster que o Magic Rat vive. Até que descreve a morte do Rat e seu sonho e do fim do seu romance com a Barefoot girl. Fala como a morte dele foi irrelevante pra sociedade. Q Magazine disse que ela era uma das 1010 canções que voce deveria ter. Bruce Pollock disse que era uma das 7500 mais importantes canções entre 1944 e 2000. Acclamedmusic.net disse que era a canção número 898 das melhores canções. É o número 298 da lista da revista Rolling Stone das 500 greatest songs of all time. Bruce Sprigsteen tocou guitarra e cantou. Garry Tallent tocou baixo. Max Weinberg tocou bateria. Roy Bittan tocou piano e orgao Hammond. Clarecen Clemons tocou sax tenor. Suki Lahav tocou violino.

A letra:

The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line

Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands

From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light

Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry-Tops, rips this holy night

The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they flash unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machine

The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays

Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender

In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be

And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

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