My Love Will Not Let You Down
At night I go to bed but I just can't sleep I got something running around my head That just won't keep In the silence I hear my heart beating, time slippin' away I got a time bomb ticking deep inside of me I gotta tell you what I wanna say I keep searching for you, darling Searching everywhere I go And when I find you there's gonna be Just one thing you gotta know My love will not let you down My love will not let you down At night I walk the streets looking for romance But I always end up stumbling in a half-trance I search for connection in some new eyes But they're hard for protection from too many dreams passed by I see you standing across the room watching me without a sound Well I'm gonna push my way through that crowd, I'm gonna tear all your walls down Tear all your walls down My love will not let you down My love will not let you down Well hold still now darling, hold still for God's sake 'Cause I got me a promise I ain't afraid to make My love will not let you down My love will not let you downProve It All Night
I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean, Tonight we'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline, To buy you a gold ring and pretty dress of blue, Baby just one kiss will get these things for you, A kiss to seal our fate tonight, A kiss to prove it all night. (Chorus) Prove it all night, Girl there's nothing else that we can do, So prove it all night, prove it all night, And girl I'll prove it all night for you. Everybody's got a hunger, a hunger they can't resist, There's so much that you want, you deserve much more than this, But if dreams came true, oh, wouldn't that be nice, But this ain't no dream we're living through tonight, Girl, you want it, you take it, you pay the price. (Chorus) Prove it all night, prove it all night girl and call the bluff, Prove it all night, prove it all night and girl, I prove it all night for your love. Baby, tie your hair back in a long white bow, Meet me in the fields out behind the dynamo, You hear the voices telling you not to go, They made their choices and they'll never know, What it means to steal, to cheat, to lie, What it's like to live and die. (Chorus) To prove it all night...Two Hearts
I went out walking the other day Seen a little girl crying along the way She'd been hurt so bad said she'd never love again Someday your crying girl will end And you'll find once again (Chorus) Two hearts are better than one Two hearts girl get the job done Two hearts are better than one Once I spent my time playing tough guy scenes But I was living in a world of childish dreams Someday these childish dreams must end To become a man and grow up to dream again Now I believe in the end (Chorus) Sometimes it might seem like it was planned For you to roam empty hearted through this land Though the world turns you hard and cold There's one thing mister, that I know That's if you think your heart is stone And that you're rough enough to whip this world alone Alone buddy there ain't no peace of mind That's way I'll keep searching till I find my special one (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 busin' in from outta State and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the Promenade and the gamblin' Commissions 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 sands turnin' to Gold so put on your stockin's cause the Nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies That's a fact but maybe everything 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 someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic CityMansion on the Hill
There's a place out on the edge of town sir Risin' above the factories and the fields Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel Steel gates that completely surround sir the mansion on the hill At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride through the streets of a town so silent and still Park on a back road along the highway side Look up at that mansion on the hill In the summer all the lights would shine there'd be music playin' people laughin' all the time Me and my sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill There's a beautiful full moon rising above the mansion on the hillThe 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 rideYoungstown
Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along the shore And they made the cannonballs That helped the Union win the war Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy worked the furnaces Kept 'em hotter then hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite coke and limestone Fed my children and made my pay Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy come on the Ohio works When he come home from World War Two Now the yards just scrap and rubble He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do." These mills they built the tanks and bombs That won this countri's wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown From the Monongahela valley To the Mesabi iron range To the coal mines of Appalachia The story's always the same Seven-hundred tons of metal a day Now sir you tell me the world's changed Once I made you rich enough Rich enough to forget my name And Youngstown And Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown When I die I don't want no part of heaven I would not do heaven's work well I pray the devil comes and takes me To stand in the fiery furnaces of hellMurder 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 IncorporatedBadlands
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)Out In The Street
Put on your best dress baby And darling, fix your hair up right Cause there's a party, honey Way down beneath the neon lights All day you've been working that hard line Now tonight you're gonna have a good time I work five days a week girl Loading crates down on the dock I take my hard earned money And meet my girl down on the block And Monday when the foreman calls time I've already got Friday on my mind When that whistle blows Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street, girl Well, I never feel alone When I'm out in the street, girl In the crowd I feel at home The black and whites they cruise by And they watch us from the corner of their eyes But there ain't no doubt girl, down here We ain't gonna take what they're handing out When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk Baby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blue Baby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you When the whistle blows Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I'm out in the street Pretty girls, they're all passing by When I'm out in the street From the corner, we give them the eye Baby, out in the street I just feel all right Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight Meet me out in the street Meet me out in the streetBorn 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 runTenth Avenue Freeze-Out
Tear drops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Well I was stranded in the jungle Trying to take in all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living From a tenement window a transistor blasts Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made uptown And the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city All the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out...Land of Hope and Dreams
Grab your ticket and your suitcase Thunder's rollin' down this tracks You don't know where you're goin' But you know you won't be back Darlin' if you're weary Lay your head upon my chest We'll take what we can carry And we'll leave the rest Big Wheels roll through fields where Sunlight streams Meet me in a Land of hope and dreams I will provide for you And I'll stand by your side You'll need a good companion for This part of the ride Leave behind your sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past Big Wheels rolling through fields where Sunlight streams Meet me in a Land of hope and dreams This train... Carries saints and sinners This train... Carries losers and winners This train... Carries whores and gamblers This train... Carries lost souls This train... Dreams will not be thwarted This train... Faith will be rewarded This train... Hear the steel wheels singin' This train... Bells of freedom ringin' This train... Carries broken-hearted This train... Thieves and sweet souls departed This train... Carries fools and kings This train... All aboard This train... Dreams will not be thwarted This train... Faith will be rewarded This train... Hear the steel wheels singin' This train... Bells of freedom ringin'American Skin (41 Shots)
41 shots... and we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river To the other side 41 shots... cut through the night You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule Praying for his life Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin 41 shots... Lena gets her son ready for school She says "Out these streets, Charles You've got to understand the rules If an officer stops you Promise me yo'll always be polite that you'll never ever run away Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight" Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes It ain't no secret... 41 shots... and we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river To the other side 41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skinLost in the Flood
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway He walks through town all alone He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell That is, nothin' left that you could sell Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood" I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm Or was he just lost in the flood? Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare And Bronx's dest apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off his feet And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish Still breathing when I walked away And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud" I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood? Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?Born 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.Don't Look Back
Cold rain runnin' down the front of my shirt I'm flat on my back, wheels in the dirt Angel makes her face up out on Baker Street She's straddling the shifter in my front seat There's nothing to lose, it's a heartbreak The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor and darlin' don't look back We're makin' night tracks through the blazin' rain Blowin' pistons workin' the fast lane Red line burnin', pocket's full of cash Angel writes her name in lipstick on my dash There's nothing to lose It's a bad break but baby we're backed Tonight we'll blow off their doors and honey we won't look back We held it in our hearts in a pourin' rain We made it through the heart of a hurricane We tore it apart and put it together again Well angel, won't you believe in love for me C'mon and meet me tonight, darling, out in the street We'll move with the city in the dark You gotta walk it, talk it, in your heart There's nothing to lose, it's a heartache The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor, darlin' Tonight we'll blow off their doors, baby We're gonna even the score And honey we won't look backJungleland
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 Lawman run down Flamingo Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look 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 TopsrRips this holy night The street's alive As secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades 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 a 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 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 the night They reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand But they wind up wounded Not even dead Tonight in JunglelandRamrod
Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on I wanna ramrod with you honey, till half past dawn Let your hair down sugar and pick up this beat Come on and meet me tonight down on Bluebird Street I've been working all week, I'm up to my neck in hock Come Saturday night I let my ramrod rock She's a hot stepping hemi with a four on the floor She's a roadrunner engine in a '32 Ford Late at night when I'm dead on the line I swear I think of your pretty face when I let her unwind Well look over yonder see them city lights Come on little dolly 'n' go ramroddin' tonight Come on, come on, come on little baby Come on, come on let's shake it tonight Come on, come on, come on little sugar Dance with your daddy and we'll go ramroddin' tonight Hey little dolly won't you say you will Meet me tonight up on the top of the hill Well just a few miles cross the county line There's a cute little chapel nestled down in the pines Say you'll be mine little girl I'll put my foot to the floor Give me the word now sugar, we'll go ramroddin' forever moreIf I Should Fall Behind
We said we'd walk together baby come what may That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side We'd help each other stay in stride But each lover's steps fall so differently But I'll wait for you And if I should fall behind Wait for me Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true But you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you If I should fall behind Wait for me Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me Darlin' I'll wait for you Should I fall behind Wait for meNOTES
All songs written by Bruce Springsteen © Bruce Springsteen except "Two Hearts" which contains a portion of "It Takes Two" written by Sylvia Moy, William Stevenson © Stone Age Music; "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out" which contains portion of "Take Me To The River" written by Al Green, Mabon Hodges © Irving Music Inc. / Al Green Music Inc.; "It's All Right" writtenby Curtis Mayfield © Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.; "Rumble Doll" written by Patti Scialfa © Rumble Doll Music
PRODUCED BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN AND CHUCK PLOTKIN
PERFORMED BY ROY BITTAN Keyboards CLARENCE CLEMONS Saxophone, percussion DANNY FEDERICI Keyboards NILS LOFGREN Guitar, vocals PATTI SCIALFA Guitar, vocals BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Guitar, vocals, armonica GARRY TALLENT Bass guitar STEVIE VAN ZANDT Guitar, vocals MAX WEINBERG Drums RECORDED BY TOBY SCOTT ROSS PETERSON Recording Assistant GARY MYERBERG Recording Assistant MIXED BY BOB CLEARMOUNTAIN DAVID BOUCHER Mixing Assistant Recorded by Thrill Hill Recording Remote at Madison Square Garden, New York City, 6/29/00 and 7/1/00 Additional equipment from The Rental Company Mixed at Mix This! Mastered at Gateway Mastering Studios JON LANDAU MANAGEMENT JON LANDAU, BARBARA CARR Management PERSONNEL GEORGE TRAVIS Tour Director BOBBY THRASHER Production Manager MIKE GRIZEL Road Manager WAYNE LEBEAUX Road Manager JON MARTIN Tour Accountant ANDREW MICHAEL Security Coordinator TERRY MAGOVERN Personal (for Bruce Springsteen) KELLY KILBRIDE Personal (for Patti Scialfa) JOE DIOVISALVI Personal (for Clarence Clemons) HOLLY PRICE Personal (for Stevie Van Zandt) LIZ MAHON Logistics LENNY SULLIVAN Assistant Road Manager MICHAEL SOLOMON Logistics RISHON BLUMBERG Logistics VINCENT POLIFONE Stage Manager LYNE CENTOLA Site Coordinator NIGEL GREEN House Sound Mixer KEVIN BUELL Guitar Technician MIKE MATOUSEK Guitar Technician TOM GRIM Guitar Technician RICKY LAPOINTE Guitar Technician TERRY LAWLESS Keyboard Technician WAYNE WILLIANS Keyboard Technician HARRY McCARTHY Drum Technician ERIC WAGNER Carpenter THOM MOORE Rigger PAT O'NEIL Carpenter LEF CARROLL Ground Rigger LESLIE INGLE Wardrobe MICHAEL BREVETZ Physical Therapy KARINA BREVETZ Dressing Room MARK SCHAFFER Trucking LAYNE SCOTT Trucking SOUND AUDIO ANALYSTS: JOHN KERNS FOH Sound Engineer MONTY CARLO Monitors BOB COWAN Monitors CRAIG PICA Sound Technician ERIK PHILLIPS Sound Technician TJ RODRIGUEZ Sound Technician JEFF RAVITZ, MRH LIGHTNING DESING Lighting and Set Design LIGHTS MORPHEUS LIGHTING: GREGG MALTBY Lighting Director COLLEEN DULIN Board Operator BRAD BROWN Crew Chief ERIK PERRY Lighting Technician BRAD BRUEHLER Lighting Technician TROY GARCIA Lighting Technician CHRIS HILSON PERFORMANCE AV Director, Video Screens THOM ZIMNY Video Director PREMIER TALENT: BARRY BELL, FRANK BARSALONA Booking SHORE FIRE MEDIA: MARILYN LAVERTY, SETH COEN Publicity SIGNATURES NETWORK: DELL FURANO, BUCKY BRATTIN, JAMIE BETWEE, PAUL QUIROGA Merchandise TZELL TRAVEL: CAROL GREEN, ELLEN PURDEN Travel / Hotels ROCK-IT CARGO: DAVID BERNSTEIN Freight AIRWORKS: SUZANNE CELENTANO, SEAN MAGOVERN Travel / Charter BA CATERING Catering CHAPMAN, BIRD, AND GREY: NANCY CHAPMAN, CINDY ROSE, PATTI DeFRANCESCO Buisness Management GRUBMAN, INDURSKY & SCHINDLER P.C.: ALLEN GRUBMAN, ARTHUR INDURSKY, JONATHAN HORN, LARRY SHIRE, IRA SELSKY, BRUCE BROSSBERG Legal PARCHER, HAYES & SINDER: PETER PARCHER, STEVE HAYES Legal JON LANDAU, BARBARA CARR, JAN STABILE, ALISON OSCAR, TAMMY McGURK Management SANDRA CHORON Art Director HARRY CHORON Design JIM SHERIDAN AND THE STAFF AT HATCH SHOW PRINT Display Typography DANNY CLINCH Photography
Cover illustration based on a photograph by Neal Preston Special thanks to Madison Square Garden and Radio City Entertainment: Joel Peresman, Shannon Curan, Jim Arneman, Herb Robinson Tanks to Barbara Carr and everyone at JLM. Special thanks to Jon Landau for his assistance on this project. www.brucespringsteen.net Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Chuck Plotkin
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