Backstreets is a song written by Bruce Springsteen and included in their album Born To Run.

Backstreets – Bruce Springsteen – Meaning

I didn’t look at the city lights any longer.
Jesus had the ministry of light (knowledge).

 One soft infested summer
Me and Terry became friends  

There will always be networks that ask you to lose weight.
I was tired of constant fear.
Life is wonderful.
People can only understand you as much as they’ve understood themselves.
Holman was reminiscing about a few rendezvous from his past.
Was it?.
If the people don’t look after themselves.

 Trying in vain to breathe
The fire we born in  

Not in the mind even.
And once a week is quite enough to dine with one’s own relations.
Our feelings must have a history too.

 Catching rides to the outskirts
Tying faith between our teeth  

And not living …
History is a rorschach test.
Unaware how they dwindle.
I see that i was mistaken about eve in the beginning.
Perhaps none was more difficult than turning away from my beautiful girl and walking away.

 Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house
Getting wasted in the heat  

And be strong.
He only grows stronger himself through his collaborations with them.
We become the very thing we are fighting against.
The proportions.
Now i am fear.
He confirmed.
There on high—to high to breathe free.

 And hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets  

Zijn eigen symfonie (of opera als hij daarvan houdt) ademt.
If there is a river.
Freely flowing over sharp rocks.
Which might have ripened into modesty at home.
So we are told.

 With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets  

Men never do.
Lawrence believed.
Than to say that god is truth.
That alone is living the artist’s life.

 Slow dancing in the dark
On the beach at Stockton’s Wing  

Moral lives in a completely chaotic world.
About old russia.
All the skills i acquire.
Neither do the gansters come.
Such is the power of the light.
They have seen hell.

 Where desperate lovers park
We sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings  

They’re rather nice ideas. ‘.
The size for fingernail polish.
She alas is poor.
Unless i am converted.
It becomes the imagination of others.

 Huddled in our cars
Waiting for the bells that ring  

mary thus learns that the most high has ever borne a son in his bosom.
The often unwilling.
Yet it rejoices the soul.
You don’t need to be literate in order to read the human mind.
To connect myself to it.
The numbers begin to tell – and that poses a tricky question.
Meditation is the art of using one kind of energy to transform another.
Four months after my mother left.

 In the deep heart of the night
We let lose of everything  

It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.
Every experience you come across becomes a lesson of the day.
Defined to themselves rather more as what they think and dream than what they do.

 To go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets  

And much more satisfying.
A ragged blank- the feeling that this couldn’t possibly be his sister.
Worldly life is not an impediment.
And i can feel as if i flirt with the sporting world.
Is not a matter of believing something.
Dave and serge…played the fiddler’s elbow as if it were giants stadium.

 Terry you swore we’d live forever
Taking it on them backstreets together  

And woman was mystery in itself.
And their delightful places of torture.
That’s only part of it.
I will get peter quince to write a ballad of this dream.
In relationships luck has no meaning.

 Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where famous dancers scraped the tears  

Grow and live to become better not bitter.
I long for the church to be more truly itself.
I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice.
So i scarf down seconds each night.
Rest this afternoon.
You’re both the fire and the water that extinguishes it.

 Up off the street dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness  

I realized in a flash that the memory was already literature and that perhaps lila was right.
But you were already sober.
i remained lailah.
It was almost a mystical experience.
They called it growing up.

 Some hurt bad some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed  

When we can.
You had already lost.
When and where there is repression.
in the old days.
The man who has done his level best…is a success.

 You could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us  

To grunt and sweat under a weary life.
And i killed.

 Blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me Terry  

Our conscious mind wants us to think it’s the be all and end all.
The formula may be accepted or rejected.
She’ll be rewarded in the end.
Is the difference of a prayer with love.
Pain needs to be articulated.
This is the theory… that anything that is art… is presumably about some certain thing.
I didn’t want them ever to believe that life began when the man of the house arrived home.
Earth’s love song is the universal mother tongue.

 It don’t matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight  

That person seems at once to belong to a different universe.
To create or to calcify.
But often i did – with time i learned where to look – and tried to fit them together.
First ice.

 There was nothing left to say
But I hated him  

Culture is read-only.
Bumbling bureaucrats.
I love long regarded my country as a secret.
We have to let go.the greatest learning is accepting what has.
Other people seemed to matter less.
Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.


Who hasn’t?.
Not time or history or ambition.
He had assumed it was spurred by greed.
Dachte ich.
Кто сам хоть немного разумен.

 Laying here in the dark
You’re like an angel on my chest  

Chirpy greens.
Especiallywhen they do not allow forrealization of the beauty ofthe human spectrum.
I’ll give you hope.
In the earthy smell of all beginnings and endings.
Mothers are left stranded.
And he who can weep can hope.
He dozed again.

 Just another tramp of hearts
Crying tears of faithlessness  

Eğer bir nazariyesi varsa.
Hang tight if the big snooze pitches a fit.
And where there is sadness.
It doesn’t want to happen to its country what’s happening now in iraq.
An important decision i made was to resist playing the blame game.
Like feuding cousins.
The sadness and the joys.
Tardó un tiempo en sedimentarse en el alma del chico.

 Remember all the movies, Terry
We’d go see  

Capture my mind and my heart will follow.
‘what’s the difference between a trip and a journey?’.
And the dear honour of your amity.

 Trying to learn to walk like the heroes
We thought we had to be  

She had always thought of herself as a somewhat uninteresting.
An open mind does.
Be the person you would fall in love with.
And no matter what happens to you.
And great!.
But that was no use at all.
I was going to be sick soon.

 Well after all this time
To find we’re just like all the rest  

Being happy demands a look at beauty even though it is not visible in the eyes of the beholder.
It seemed to him that he felt those wings which we all have within us.
And especially his characters.

 Stranded in the park
And forced to confess  

The loosener of limbs troubles me.
The flames recoil at my approach.
The modern habit of saying every man has a different philosophy.
Can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside.
The statement i love you can mean i love you.
Love is a wonderful feeling!.

 To hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets  

My rescuer?.
But at the same i was so scared of living.
We have to change their direction of drowning in self-doubt (what’s wrong with me?).
I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest.

 Where we swore forever friends
On the backstreets until the end  

You’re not in love with a type.
Action may not always bring happiness.
Then the more we discover about the cosmos.
Viewed from without they were a strange enough family.

 Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets… 

Trapping that one between the doors really shouldn’t have worked.
Solitude allows you to sit down and work out a system that works best for you.
Be a sadist.
Mistake is not for mistake.


That peak experience.
She made haste to leave us.

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