Bruce Springsteen - Drive All Night

Yusuf Islam - How Can I Tell You

Bruce Springsteen - Blood Brothers

Tom Waits - Waltzing Matilda

Tom Waits – Waltzing Matilda

wasted and wounded

and it ain't what the moon did

i got what i paid for now

see you tomorrow

hey frank can i borrow

a couple of bucks from you

to go waltzing matilda waltzing matilda

you'll go waltzing matilda with me

i'm an innocent victim

of a blinded alley

and i'm tired of all these soldiers here

no-one speaks english

 and everything's broken

and my Stacys are soakin' wet

to go waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda

you'll go a waltzing matilda with me

now the dogs are barking

and the taxi cabs parking

a lot they can do for me

i begged you to stab me

you tore my shirt open

and i'm down on my knees tonight

old bushmills i staggered

you buried the dagger

your silhouette window light

to go waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda

you'll go a waltzing matilda with me

and i've lost my st. christopher

now that i kissed her

and the one-arm bandit knows

and the maverick chinaman

and the cold-blooded signs

and the girls down by the striptease shows go

waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda

you'll go a waltzing matilda with me

no i don't want your sympathy

fugitives say

that the streets aren't for dreaming now

manslaughter dragnets

and the ghosts that sell memories

want a piece of the action anyhow

go waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda

you'll go waltzing matilda with me

and you can ask any sailor

and the keys from the jailor

and the old men in wheelchairs know

that matilda's the defendant

she killed about a hundred

and she follows wherever you may go

waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda

you'll go waltzing matilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase

to a hotel someplace

and a wound that will never heal

no prima donnas the perfume is on

an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey

and goodnight to the street-sweepers,

the night watchmen flame-keepers

and goodnight matilda too.

Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band - Born to Run

Bruce Springsteen – 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
Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were 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
Well run till we drop, baby well 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 highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

Songwriters: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Born To Run lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

The Eagles - Take It To The Limit

Jimmy Smith - Midnight Special

Moby - This Wild Darkness

Willie Nelson - It Gets Easier

Pink Floyd - Mother

Neil Young - Early Morning Rain