When you have three teenagers, it gives a whole new meaning to “homeland security.”
Use it, Rosie, that’s what it’s there for.
You’ve always got to remember, rock and roll’s never been about giving up. For me, for a lot of kids, it was a totally positive force... not optimistic all the time, but positive. It was never – never – a bout surrender.
Everybody’s got a hungry heart.
Now, those memories come back to haunt me; they haunt me like a curse.
A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.
The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.
The criminal ineptitude makes you furious.
I told a story with the E Street Band that was bigger and better than I could have done on my own.
Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud.
The Clash were a major influence on my own music. They were the best rock ‘n’ roll band. Thanks, Joe.
She’s a walkin’, talkin’ reason to live.
Madman drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat.
I go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like I’m way out of bounds.
We’ve got no fairytale ending, in God’s hands our fate is complete. Your heaven’s here in my heart, our love’s this dust beneath my feet.
Blame it on the lies that killed us. Blame it on the truth that ran us down.
Me and crazy Janey were making love in the dirt singing our birthday songs.
I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car.
You need two things to remain very, very present. You need to continue to write well and engage yourself in the issues of the day. And you have to continue to make good, relevant records.
When I look at myself, I don’t see the man I wanted to be.