Born to Run
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected And steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims And strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild Girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes On a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight But there's no place left to hide Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl, I don't know when, we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go And we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us Baby we were born to runThunder Road
The screen door slams Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside Darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me You can hide `neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a saviour to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero That's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window And let the wind blow Back your hair Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh-oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road Oh Thunder Road, Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back If you're ready to take that long walk From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride it ain't free And I know you're lonely For words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind, so Mary climb in It's a town full of losers And I'm pulling out of here to winBadlands
Lights out tonight, Trouble in the heartland, Got a head-on collision, Smashin' in my guts, man, I'm caught in a crossfire, That I don't understand, I don't give a damn, For the same old played out scenes, I don't give a damn, For just the in betweens, Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul I want control right now Talk about a dream, Try to make it real You wake up in the night With a fear so real, Spend your life waiting, For a moment that just don't come, Well, don't waste your time waiting, (Chorus) Badlands, you gotta live it every day, Let the broken hearts stand As the price you've gotta pay, We'll keep pushin' till it's understood, And these badlands start treating us good Workin' in the field Till you get your back burned, Workin' `neath the wheels Till you get your facts learned, Baby, I got my facts Learned real good right now, Poor man wanna be rich, Rich man wanna be king, And a king ain't satisfied, Till he rules everything, I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got I believe in the love that you gave me, I believe in the hope that can save me, I believe in the faith And I pray, that some day it may raise me, Above these badlands (Chorus) For the ones who had a notion, A notion deep inside, That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands (Chorus)The River
I come from down in the valley Where mister, when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school When she was just seventeen We'd drive out of this valley down to where the fields were green We'd go down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we'd ride Then I got Mary pregnant And, man, that was all she wrote And for my 19th birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat We went down to the courthouse And the judge put it all to rest No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle No flowers, no wedding dress That night we went down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we did ride I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy Now all them things that seemed so important Well, mister they vanished right into the air Now I just act like I don't remember Mary acts like she don't care But I remember us riding in my brother's car Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir At night on them banks I'd lie awake And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take Now those memories come back to haunt me They haunt me like a curse Is a dream a lie if it don't come true Or is it something worse, That sends me Down to the river Though I know the river is dry That sends me down to the river tonight Down to the river My baby and I Oh down to the river we rideHungry Heart
Got a wife and kids in Baltimore Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going (Chorus) Everybody's got a hungry heart Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Everybody's got a hungry heart I met her in a Kingstown bar We fell in love I knew it had to end We took what we had and we ripped it apart Now here I am down in Kingstown again (Chorus) Everybody needs a place to rest Everybody wants to have a home Don't make no difference what nobody says Ain't nobody like to be alone (Chorus)Atlantic City
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble bustin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth CHORUS Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got in too deep and I could not pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus CHORUS Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's cause the night's getting cold and maybe evErything dies That's a fact but maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies somaday comes back Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic CityDancing in the Dark
I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the moring I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man, I'm tired and bored with myself Hey there baby I could use just a little help You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer Radio's on and I'm moving round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't getting nowhere just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere Baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You sit around getting older There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders Come baby the laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up alright They say you got to stay hungry Hey baby I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now baby give me just one look You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hireBorn in the U.S.A.
Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land yo go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man said "son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "son don't you understand now" Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.My Hometown
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the busstop To pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown In `65 tension was running high, at my high-school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun Words were passed, in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come, to my hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody Wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up, behind the wheel and said son take a good look around, this is your hometownGlory Days
I had a friend was a big baseball player back in highschool He could throw that speedball by yu Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in he was walking out We went back inside sat down, had a few drinks but all we kept talking about was CHORUS Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days There's this girl that lives up the block back in school she could turn all the boys heads Sometimes on Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about CHORUS Think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm gonna drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, but time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days CHORUSBrilliant Disguise
I hold you in my arms as the band plays What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away I saw you last night out on the edge of town I wanna read your mind and know just what I've got in this new thing I've found So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise I heard somebody call your name from underneath our willow I saw something tucked in shame underneath your pillow Well I've tried so hard baby but I just can't see What a woman like you is doing with me So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise Now look at me baby struggling to do everything right And then it all falls apart when out go the lights I'm just a lonely pilgrim I walk this world in wealth I want to know if it's you I don't trust 'cause I damn sure don't trust myself Now you play the loving woman I'll play the faithful man But just don't look too close into the palm of my hand We stood at the alter the gypsy swore our future was right But come the wee wee hours maybe baby the gypsy lied So when you look at me you better look hard and look twice Is that me baby or just a brilliant disguise Tonight our bed is cold I'm lost in the darkness of our love God have mercy on the man Who doubts what he's sure ofHuman Touch
You and me we were the pretenders We let it all slip away In the end what you don't surrender Well the world just strips away Girl ain't no kindness in the face of strangers Ain't gonna find no miracles here Well you can wait on your blessings darlin' But I got a deal for you right here I ain't lookin' for prayers or pity I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch I just want someone to talk to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town Ain't no bread from heavenly skies Ain't nobody drawin' wine from this blood It's just you and me tonight Tell me in a world without pity Do you uthink what I'm askin's too much? I just want something to hold on to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch Oh girl that feeling of safety you prize Well it comes with a hard hard price You can't shut off the risk and pain Without losin' the love that remains We're all riders on this train So you been broken and you been hurt Show me soomebody who ain't Yeah I know I ain't nobody's bargain But hell a little touchup And a little paint... You might need somethin' to hold on to When all the answers they don't amount to much Somebody that you can just talk to And a little of that human touch Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much? I just want to feel you in my arms And share a little of that human touch...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 And 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 throughStreets Of Philadelphia
I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know My own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me Wastin' away On the streets of Philadelphia I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone At night I could hear the blood in my veins Black and whispering as the rain On the streets of Philadelphia Ain't no angel gonna greet me It's just you and I my friend My clothes don't fit me no more I walked a thousand miles Just to slip this skin The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake I can feel myself fading away So receive me brother with your faithless kiss Or will we leave each other alone like this On the streets of PhiladelphiaSecret Garden
She'll let you in her house If you come knockin' late at night She'll let you in her mouth If the words you say are right If you pay the price She'll let you deep inside But there's a secret garden she hides She'll let you in her car To go drivin' 'round She'll let you into the parts of herself That'll bring you down She'll let you in her heart If you got a hammer and a vise But into her secret garden, don't think twice You've gone a million miles How far'd you get To that place where you can't remember And you can't forget She'll lead you down a path There'll be tenderness in the air She'll let you come just far enough So you know she's really there She'll look at you and smile And her eyes will say She's got a secret garden Where everything you want Where everything you need Will always stay A million miles awayMurder Incorporated
Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on now) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow You better take a look around you (come on now) That equipment you got's so outdated You can't compete with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer For dealing with the heat you're feelin' down on the killin' floor No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated snub-nose thirty-two I heard that you You got a job downtown, man it leaves your head cold And everywhere you look life ain't got no soul That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide When your walkin' down the streets you won't meet no one eye to eye The cops reported you as just another homicide I can tell that you were just frustrated From livin' with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated Murder IncorporatedBlood Brothers
We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call Or if any of this matters anymore after all But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart My blood brotherThis Hard Land
Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they've never grown They've just blown around from town to town Till they're back out on these fields Where they fall from my hand Back into the dirt of this hard land Now me and my sister from Germantown We did ride We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside We been blowin' around from town to town Lookin' for a place to stand Where the sun burst through the clouds To fall like a circle Like a circle of fire down on this hard land Now even the rain it don't come 'round Don't come 'round here no more And the only sound at night's the wind Slammin' the back porch door It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down Twistin' and churnin' up the sand Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down Face down in the dirt of this hard land From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range" I can see them Bar-M choppers Sweepin' low across the plains It's me and you Frank we're lookin' for lost cattle Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure Way down south of the Rio Grande We're ridin' 'cross that river In the moonlight Up onto the banks of this hard land Hey Frank won't you pack your bags And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall Just one kiss from you my brother And we'll ride until we fall Well sleep in the fields We'll sleep by the rivers and in the morning We'll make a plan Well if you can't make it Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive If you can And meet me in a dream of this hard landNOTES
1- BORN TO RUN Ernest "Boom" Carter: Drums Clarence Clemons: Saxophone Danny Federici: Organ David Sancious: Keyboards Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Vocal Garry Tallent: Bass Guitar Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Mike Appel Enginereed by Louis Lahav Mastered by Greg Calbi Remastered by Bob Ludwig 2- THUNDER ROAD Roy Bittan: Fender Rhodes, Glockenspiel Clarence Clemons: Saxophone Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Vocal, Harmonica Garry Tallent: Bass Guitar Max Weinberg: Drums Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Mike Appel Engineed and Mixed by Jimmy Iovine Mastered by Greg Calbi Remastered by Bob Ludwig 3- BADLANDS Roy Bittan: Piano Clarence Clemons: Saxophone Danny Federici: Organ Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Vocal, Harmonica Garry Tallent: Bass Guitar Steve Van Zandt: Guitar Max Weinberg: Drums Produced by Bruce Springsteen and John Landau Recorder by Jimmy Iovine Mixed by Chuck Plotkin and Jimmy Iovine Mastered by Mike Reese Remastered by Bob Ludwig 4- THE RIVER Roy Bittan: Piano Clarence Clemons: Saxophone Danny Federici: Organ Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Vocal Garry Tallent: Bass Steve Van Zandt: Guitar Max Weinberg: Drums Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Steve Van Zandt Recorded by Neil Dorfsman Mixed by Chuck Plotkin and Toby Scott Mastered by Ken Perry Remastered by Bob Ludwig 5- HUNGRY HEART Roy Bittan: Piano Clarence Clemons: Saxophone Danny Federici: Organ Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Vocal Garry Tallent: Bass Steve Van Zandt: Guitar Max Weinberg: Drums Background Vocal: Flo and Eddie Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Steve Van Zandt Recorded by Neil Dorfsman Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Ken Perry Remastered by Bob Ludwig 6- ATLANTIC CITY Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar Mastered at Atlantic Studios by Dennis King Mastering Consultans: Bob Ludwig and Steve Marcussen Remastered by Bob Ludwig 7- DANCING IN THE DARK Roy Bittan: Piano Clarence Clemons: Saxophone, Percussions Danny Federici: Organ Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitar Garry Tallent: Bass Max Weinberg: Drums Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt Recorded by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig 8- BORN IN THE U.S.A. Roy Bittan: Synthesizer, Piano Clarence Clemons: Percussions Danny Federici: Organ, Glockenspiel, Piano Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitar Garry Tallent: Bass Steve Van Zandt: Acoustic Guitar Max Weinberg: Drums Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt Recorded by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig 9- MY HOMETOWN Roy Bittan: Synthesizer, Piano Clarence Clemons: Percussions Danny Federici: Organ, Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitar Garry Tallent: Bass Steve Van Zandt: Acoustic Guitar Max Weinberg: Drum Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt Recorded by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig 10- GLORY DAYS Roy Bittan: Synthesizer, Piano, Background Vocals Clarence Clemons: Saxophone, Percussions, Background Vocals Danny Federici: Organ, Glockenspiel Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitar Garry Tallent: Bass, Background Vocals Steve Van Zandt: Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Harmony Vocals Max Weinberg: Drum, Background Vocals Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt Recorded by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig 11- BRILLANT DISGUISE Roy Bittan: Piano Danny Federici: Organ, Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitar, Keyboards, Bass Max Weinberg: Percussions 12- HUMAN TOUCH Roy Bittan: Keyboards Randy Jacksno: Bass Jef Porcaro: Drums, Percussions Patti Scialfa: Harmony Vocals Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Vocal Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Roy Bittan Recorded and Engineered by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig 13- BETTER DAYS Randy Jacksno: Bass Lisa Lowell: Backing Vocals Gary Mallabar: Drums Patti Scialfa: Backing Vocals Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion Soozie Tyrell: Backing Vocals Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin Recorded and Engineered by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig 14- STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA Performed by Bruce Springsteen As featured in the TriStar Motion Picture "Philadelphia" Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Chuck Plotkin Recorded and Engineered by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bernie grundman Remastered by Bob Ludwig 15- SECRET GARDEN Roy Bittan: Piano Clarence Clemons: Saxophone, Percussions Danny Federici: Electronic Keyboards Nils Lofgren: Guitar Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar Garry Tallent: Bass Max Weinberg: Drum, Background Vocals 16- MURDER INCORPORATED Roy Bittan: Piano, Synthesizer Clarence Clemons: Saxophone, Percussions Danny Federici: Organ Bruce Springsteen: Electric Guitar, Vocal Garry Tallent: Bass Steve Van Zandt: Acoustic Guitar Max Weinberg: Drum Background Vocals: All 17- BLOOD BROTHERS Roy Bittan: Piano Clarence Clemons: Saxophone, Percussions Danny Federici: Organ Nils Lofgren: Guitar Frank Pagano: Percussion Bruce Springsteen: Vocal, Guitar, Harmonica Garry Tallent: Bass Max Weinberg: Drum 18- THIS HARD LAND Roy Bittan: Piano, Electric Keyboards Clarence Clemons: Saxophone, Percussions Danny Federici: Organ Nils Lofgren: Guitar Frank Pagano: Percussion Bruce Springsteen: Guitar, Harmonica, Vocal Garry Tallent: Bass Steve Van Zandt: Mandolin Max Weinberg: Drums SECRET GARDEN, MURDER INCORPORATED*, BLOOD BROTHERS THIS HARD LAND: Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt (*only) Recodred by Toby Scott Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Mastered by Bob Ludwig Recorded at the Hit Factory Assistant Engineers: Carl Glanville and Pete Keppler Mixed at Right Track and the Hit Factory Assistant Engineers: Ryan Freeland, Jay Militscher, Tony Duino-Black Mastered at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine Sequence Editing: Brian Lee Thrill Hill Assistant: Nico X. German Design: Sandra Choron Cover Photography: Eric Meola Interior Photography: David Gahr, Annie Leibovitz, Jim Marchese, Eric Meola, David Rose, Pam Springsteen Management: Jon Landau, Barbara Carr All Words and Music by Bruce Springsteen