Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) is a song written by Bruce Springsteen and included in their album The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle.

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) – Bruce Springsteen – Meaning

My dear sons.
Love’s flame is so fragile… keeping one’s love burning.

Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama’s reins
You know playin’ blind man’s bluff is a little baby’s game

You don’t annoy me.
But spread the love anyway.
Jack of all trades or master of one?
Harder than any trainer ever will. When you state to yourself with the utter most believe.
I need not any external to appease my internal.

You pick up Little Dynamite, I’ll pick up Little Gun
And together we’re gonna go out tonight and make that highway run

So selfish.
There’s a difference.
With my eyes wide open.
Each defeat.
It is unmanageable because it is a romance.
But we are also full of warmth.
Are not in love.

You don’t have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don’t want to be your son
The only lover I’m ever gonna need’s your soft, sweet, little girl’s tongue

On the upside.
A strong man never feels intimidated or threatened by a strong woman.
But to care.
Not a man is going to protect me.
Not for the sake of some other arbitrary behavior or confession.
If you talk.

And an hour from now they would all be still.
Whether you like it or not.
But calamity that i regard as the abnormal exception in human life.
Do according to your capability.
It is a language we learn without even realizing it.

Dynamite’s in the belfry, baby, playin’ with the bats
Little Gun’s downtown in front of Woolworth’s tryin’ out his attitude on all the cats

It added to her contentment.
But none of your dreams or wishes will be fulfilled.
You get stronger. You get wiser.
Living to learn.
But energy.
If you lose faith.

Papa’s on the corner, waitin’ for the bus
Mama, she’s home in the window, waitin’ up for us

Forces or demon that can hinder the firm resolve of a soul fully determined to serve him.
Perhaps to fight for it.
That we had in caveman days.
And digest what you read.
Where i spent the remainder of the war with a training company at camp crowder.

She’ll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs, ’cause you know we ain’t gonna come
I ain’t here on business, baby, I’m only here for fun

Anything i run across can light up the circuitry of my brain.
Nothing lasted forever.

I am permanently affected by those solitary encounters with land.
Deep meditation.
And no surer way of uniting with it than by art.
Relationships are up there with food.

Rosalita, jump a little higher

It is other life. It is love.
When failing spectacularly the trick is to employ an inverted way.
Information appears to increase and then decrease.
But to set a country free.

Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain’t no liar

Go around trying everything once?
We would do ourselves a tremendous favor by letting go of the people who poison our spirit.

You are what you do, not what you want to do.
Our happiness and reality depends on the happiness and reality of others.
Contact with the world.

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, don’t you know they’re gonna be there
Sloppy Sue and Big Bone Billy, they’ll be coming up for air

My sweet.
Never become bitter just because you were rejected.
But it also has teeth.
And perfect pages rarer.-on some technical elements of style in literature

We’re gonna play some pool, skip some school
Act real cool, stay out all night, it’s gonna feel alright

You have come a long way and have won many battles.
You must be sure that you can offer something of substance to replace it.
Books admitted me to their world open-handedly.
The exact amount of rope needed to break a criminal’s neck while avoiding decapitation.
To make the conduct of international affairs the effort to find the right solution.
You would not feel shame over a wound doing what it must do to heal.

So Rosie, come out tonight, little baby, come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor

The heart is the sun.
Failure is not an option.
Or how he’d smile at me when i said something that surprised him.
Only a knot or two here and there.

Closets are for hangers, winners use the door
So use it, Rosie, that’s what it’s there for

To know someone’s there but a voice rises within me.
But you can’t live without your life.
They might be called ideas in a state of suspended animation.
And that the contrary is a punishment (of a bad one).
I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt.

You have three types of friends in life.
Have extricated out of this.
This is your path now.
The more connections you make.

Now, I know your mama, she don’t like me, ’cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy, he don’t dig me, but he never did understand

Lost in a medley of medication.
And will always come back at times.
The less he believes in it.
It’s your footsteps that should appear in your memories.
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang.

Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room– I’m comin’ to lend a hand
I’m comin’ to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man

They can most often be traced back to that basic desire.
Follow it.
And once we witness that kind of victory.
Finding inspiration in the darkness and often times.
We’re the only ones who care about that.
Your great friends wouldn’t perish.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you’re sad, your mama’s mad

Or even plain.
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old.
The doll of ‘now’ likewise encases a nest of presents yet to be.
It is a warm glow of the heart at peace with itself.
Her memories growing dim.
As a sea level adapted human.

And your papa says he knows that I don’t have any money
Your papa says he knows that I don’t have any money

And hard times are good in their own way.
For future reference. Is exactly what i did.
I won’t travel.

Oh, your daddy says he knows that I don’t have any money
Well, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance

If you remain in your own domain.
I’d picked up common sense.
And with those things and the people who support a kind and just heart.
Anything is better than sadness.

A busy life is often full of nonsense but empty of essence.
I am not a machine.

And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy
And my machine, she’s a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey

I had the impression.
This change is completely spontaneous.
He does it to give himself faith hope and courage.

Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, ’cause Rosie, I’m comin’ on strong
By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms

Sometimes in bed he held me as if he was a selfish little boy saying.
The feel becomes so natural you almost forget you’re wearing them at all.
The key to genius is knowing how to make those connections.
When you’re good at something.
Especially nothing.
Loving someone means giving them the power to kill you.
I want to see you grow and achieve.

I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There’s a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and all day

To have been where you have beenand to still have joy.
Be courageous enough to be happy.
God appreciates ordinary people
The darker it gets.
It is attachment.

You can hear them in the back room strummin’
So hold tight, baby, ’cause don’t you know Daddy’s comin’

I know the sound of his sighs and the break in his laugh.
Then you start getting into the good stuff.
You will cry.
And when we look back we cannot understand how anybody could have taken it seriously.

One realizes the immortality of true love only after the lover dies.
Not knowing is not a problem then.

Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire

Like i’d done with the names of those in the museum.
What a meaningless thing.
We may feel…but we don’t we may feel the need to change.
It is difficult to say what is impossible.
The reality of others.
Then that person isn’t an artist anymore.

I just want to be your lover, ain’t no liar
Oh Baby, you’re my stone desire

Or do you refuse to look reality in the face.
I was the administrator of my own rescue.
In his word.
We are not about to build particle accelerators that can probe to distances that small.
It was pitting of our faith in things against their faith in spirit.

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey

It’s called self-observation.
She tried to say something but instead crumpled to the floor.
What we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.


Time doesn’t rewind.
It is a pity that no one can enjoy it along.

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