57th Street

new York city

2013

(Bruce Springsteen - Incident on 57th Street)

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?"

 

sunny florida road

(bruce springsteen)

At sixteen she quit high school to make her fortune in the promised land

She got a job behind the counter in an all night hamburger stand

She wrote faithfully home to mama

Now mama don't you worry none

From small things, mama

Big things one day come

It was late one Friday he pulled in out of the dark

He was tall and handsome; first she took his order, then she took his heart

They bought a house up on the hillside

Where little feet soon would run

From small things, mama

Big things one day come

Oh but love is fleeting

it's sad but true

But when your heart is beating

You don't wanna hear the news

She packed her bags:and with a Wyomie County real estate man

 

She ran down to Tampa

In an El Dorado Grande

She wrote back home

Dear Mama

Life is just heaven in the sun

From small things, mama

Big things one day come

Well she shot him dead

On a sunny Florida road

When they caught her all she said

Was she couldn't stand the way he drove

Back home lonesome Johnny

Prays for his baby's parole

He waits on the hillside

Where the Wyomie waters roll

At his feet and almost grown now

A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son

Well from small things, mama

Big things one day come

Well from small things, mama

More Mail-Art I've sent

 Candy's Room

Springsteen Inspired

"...to get to Candys room, you gotta walk the darkness of Candys hall..."

Factory

another Springsteen inspired piece.

"Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the
morning light,
It’s the working, the working, just the
working life.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruce_springsteen/factory.html ]
Through the mansions of fear, through the
mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them
factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the
working life.

End of the day factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in
their eyes,
And you just better believe boy,
somebody’s gonna get hurt tonight,
It’s the working, the working, just the
working life."