Guest Poem Du Jour
Sung to the tune of Springsteen’s “The Rising”
Can see bills in front of me
Can see credit man coming up behind
I make my way through this on-sale
I can't feel nothing but these debts that bind me
Lost track of how much I've spent
How much I've charged, how many I've bought
On my card's a ton of tickets
On my card, over a grand of charges
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, put your credit on the line
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, go into debt tonight
Signed online this morning
Error Messages filled the air
Picked up the phone started dialing
I got lucky, I'm going, oh yea!
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, add a show or more
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, is Bruce a whore?
oy,oy, oy,oy,oy,oy, oy,oy,oy
There's shows before and after me
Shows in July, now on August nights
May your bootlegs sustain me
Bruce, as I try for tickets, all day and night
oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy
I see you Mary in section 323
In the stadium up so freakin high
There's a band playin way down below
Music fillin up the summer night
May you be able to see them
May you hear the sound way up high
A dream of a show comes to you
Like a video you watched, the other night
Summer of Bruce and tailgates (a dream of mine)
Summer of fun, summer not to forget (a dream of mine)
Summer of music and friendship (a dream of mine)
Summer of laughs, summer of debt (a dream of mine)
Summer of shows and bootlegs (a dream of mine)
His burnin' music fills our souls alright
Shows of passion and companionship (a dream of mine)
Shows with Bruce, fill up my life
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, add a show or more
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, is Bruce a whore?
oy,oy, oy,oy,oy,oy, oy,oy,oy
by Amy K.
Via a Springsteen Boot trading list on yahoo.groups.