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Prodigal Son

Bruce Springsteen
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"E le tue gambe sono state rubate
da qualche imbroglione del dipartimento della difesa"


PRODIGAL SON is a song written by Bruce Springsteen who recorded it in mid-1972. The song has not yet been officially released. The above lyrics are transcribed from the only known studio version of PRODIGAL SON.

There is no indication to when PRODIGAL SON was written. One studio version of the song is in circulation among collectors. It's a studio take likely recorded around May-Jun 1972 at Jim Cretecos' apartment in New York City, NY. It features Springsteen solo on vocals and acoustic guitar. The May-Jun 1972 sessions at Jim Cretecos' apartment were produced by Cretecos who also took the role of recording engineer. The above lyrics are transcribed from that circulating studio version of PRODIGAL SON.

The line "Where the highway ends and the desert breaks" would later reappear in THE PRICE YOU PAY.

The studio version of PRODIGAL SON was released on the briefly-legal albums The Early Years (Early Records), Unearthed (Masquerade Music, both issues), and Before The Fame (Pony Express Records, all three issues).

n early November 1993 word leaked out of England that a new Bruce Springsteen release was planned, not from Columbia Records or Sony, but from an obscure label called Dare International. The upstart label was based in Waltham Cross in the UK and owned by Gavin Dare. Soon the news became official and the album was planned to be released before Christmas. According to the label, the release was not a bootleg and would be sold openly in stores in Great Britain. Titled after what Dare says is the best song on the album, Prodigal Son was a two-CD set containing 23 previously unreleased Springsteen recordings from 1971-1973 all of which were, as the label stated, mastered from "original studio master tapes". To achieve their aim of selling at least one million copies of the album worldwide, Dare International brought on board BMG Records as distributors and HMV on the marketing side.

springsteenlyrics.com
In a place where outlaws are banned from the rane
On a day mountains has fallen to foes
In a land where boys are forbidden to grow
And metal is the only master
Were the higway ends and the desert breaks
and buildings are bent from great earthquackes
And statesmen crawl on their bellies like snakes
And feed of the public hunger
In a land were sky-scrapers scratch the sky
And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner he wants to beat the drum
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son
When Rivers run raising through city streets
And great eagels have fallen from their lofty peaks
And policemen moonlight aside show freaks
for the final crime is commited
When Presidents ride in Ford Mustangs
And the Black man releases his Caddilac fangs
And you checked out in bed as the landbird bangs A young girl next door for the rent
Where telegraph wires are attached you and mine
And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner waitin to beat the drum
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son
When the telephone rings and falls of the hook
And your legs have been stolen by some defense department crook
And you startin' to think about writing a book
But now you won't pledge allegiance to anything
And the maid comes in with coffee and cake
In a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake
You explain your not dead and she takes it as a compliment
and sticks out her tounge and asks for requests
In a land were skyscrapers scratch the sky
and delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie
Papa stands on the corner waitin' to beat the drum
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son
And the mercury men with hydraulic joints
They bribe with a smile and hold you up in the alley at pen point
And they ask you to bend over that they may anoint
You with holy water of your profession
When the line between love and hate gets so thin
And your body takes over when your mind gives in
And your lady lover demands that you pin her to the floor
But its too late your reflexes are shot
And the man on the corner with the nervous twitch
Whispers hey how'd ya like to buy a nice bitch
She's a 38 and I got her loaded in all six
He keeps talking and you just keep walking
And you reach for the sky and get stuck on a steeple
You reach out for love but you get lost in the people
You run through the canyon
Screaming like an eagle and you fall face first in the mud
In a land where skyscrapers scratch the sky
and delinquent daughters have their own children who lie
Papa stands on the corner waiting the parade
He wants to beat the drum
Welcome Home
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son
Welcome Home My Prodigal Son

Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2011/11/16 - 11:38



Language: Italian

Versione italiana da loose-ends.it
IL FIGLIOL PRODIGO

In un posto dove i fuorilegge sono banditi dal mondo
Nel giorno in cui le montagne sono cadute in mano del nemico
In una terra dove ai ragazzi è proibito di crescere
E il metallo è l'unico padrone
Dove la strada finisce ed il deserto si rompe
E gli edifici sono piegati da grandi terremoti
E gli uomini di stato strisciano sui loro ventri come serpenti
E soddisfano il desiderio pubblico
In una terra dove i grattacieli sfregiano il cielo
E le figlie delinquenti alle loro madri ancora mentono
Papà fermo all'angolo , vuole battere la grancassa
Benvenuto a casa, mio figliol prodigo
Quando i fiumi scorrono impetuosi per le strade della città
E le grandi aquile sono scese dalle loro alte vette
E i poliziotti a parte della luce della luna si mostrano impazienti
Per il compimento dell'ultimo crimine
Quando i presidenti corrono in Ford Mustangs
E l'uomo di colore libera i denti della sua Cadillac
E tu salti fuori dal letto mentre il padrone di casa bussa
Alla porta della tua giovane vicina di casa per chiederle l'affitto
Dove i cavi telegrafici tengono attaccati tu e me
E le figlie delinquenti alle loro madri ancora mentono
Papà fermo all'angolo , aspetta di battere la grancassa
Benvenuto a casa, mio figliol prodigo
Quando il telefono suona e cade dal gancio
E le tue gambe sono state rubate
da qualche imbroglione del dipartimento della difesa
E stai cominciando a pensare di scrivere un libro
Ma ora tu non vuoi stringere alleanze con nessuno
E la cameriera entra con caffè e torta
Con un vestito corto indossato solo per il tuo piacere
Le spieghi che non sei morto, e lei lo prende come un Complimento e tira fuori la lingua e fa delle richieste
In una terra dove i grattacieli sfregiano il cielo
E le figlie delinquenti alle loro madri ancora mentono
Papà fermo all'angolo , aspetta di battere la grancassa
Benvenuto a casa, mio figliol prodigo
E uomini di mercurio con i loro giunti idraulici
Che ti corrompono con un sorriso, poi ti rapinano in un vicolo a Pen Point
E ti invitano a piegarti sopra quello che possono consacrare con la sacra acqua della tua professione
Quando il confine tra amore ed odio diventa così sottile
E il tuo corpo soprassiede mentre la tua mente ci crede
E la tua donna chiede che la incateni al pavimento
Ma è troppo tardi,i tuoi riflessi sono caduti
E l'uomo sull'angolo con il tic nervoso
Sussurra "Hey che ne diresti di comprarti una bella puttana? Ha 38 anni, l'ho truccata di tutto punto"
Lui Continua a parlare e tu a camminare
E cerchi di afferrare il cielo, e rimani colpito da un campanile
Sei in cerca dell''amore, ma ti perdi tra la gente
Corri attraverso il canyon
Gridando come un'aquila e cadi di faccia nel fango
In una terra dove i grattacieli sfregiano il cielo
E le figlie delinquenti hanno figli che mentono
E papà all'angolo della strada, aspetta la sfilata, vuole battere la grancassa
Benvenuto a casa
Benvenuto a casa, mio figliol prodigo
Benvenuto a casa, mio figliol prodigo

Contributed by DoNQuijote82 - 2011/11/16 - 11:38




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