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This pier lights our carnival life forever

Det har vel gått eit slags springsteendifteri over landet (att), så då får me seie det er greitt å ta fram «4th of July, Asbury Park», også kjend som «Sandy», som eit forseinka julidikt. Ei fin lita vise, ikkje så lita forresten, frå albumet The Wild, The Innocent, & The E Street Shuffle frå 1973. Sha, la, la, la, la, baby!

Sandy, the fireworks are hailin over Little Eden tonight
Forcin a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
Down in the town, the Circuit’s full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy girl
My, my, baby

Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy, their skins are so white
And me, I just got tired of hangin in them dusty arcades, bangin them pleasure machines
Chasin the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinning, babe, didn’t think I’d ever get off

Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin, laughin «neath the boardwalk, ah, with the boss’s daughter
I remember, Sandy, girl
Na, na, na, na, na, baby

Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night, she said she won’t set herself on fire for me anymore
She worked that joint under the boardwalk, she was always the girl you saw boppin down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars, and I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin fortunes better than they do
For me this boardwalk life is through, babe
You ought to quit this scene too

Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight and I promise I’ll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy, girl
My, my, my, my, my baby
Yeah, I promise, Sandy, girl
Sha, la, la, la, la, baby

  1. KJ’s avatar

    Ein god song, som får eit ekstra lyft av trekkspelet (kvil i fred, Danny Federici). Sjølv om han handlar om juli, er han litt augustsk også, han har ein slik «ein sommar er over»-stemning. Ser no at det finst ulike variantar av det tredje verset, eg er vane med konsertversjonen på Live 1975-85, der det er englane som har mista hugen for oss (og ikkje serveringsdama for meg).

  2. rypa’s avatar

    Serveringsdame og ikkje engel, altså? Dette må eg sjekke ut. Ja, dette med augustsk tenkte eg også på! Definitivt!

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