Dancing in the dark

I get up in the evening
and I ain’t got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain’t nothing but tired
man I’m just tired and bored with myself
hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can’t start a fire
you can’t start a fire without a spark
this gun’s for hire
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer
radio’s on and I’m moving ‘round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
man I ain’t getting nowhere
I’m just living in a dump like this
there’s something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is
You can’t start a fire
you can’t start a fire without a spark
this gun’s for hire
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
You sit around getting older
there’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me
I’ll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh’s on me
Stay on the streets of this town
and they’ll be carving you up alright
they say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I’m just about starving tonight
I’m dying for some action
I’m sick of sitting ‘round here
trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look
You can’t start a fire sitting ‘round
crying over a broken heart
this gun’s for hire
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
you can’t start a fire worrying
about your little world falling apart
this gun’s for hire
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
hey baby
_ Bruce Springsteen (Dancing in the dark) _

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“Dancing in the dark”
Somewhere in the dark, Nov. 2016
© Massimo S. Volonté

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“Without caption #002”
Italy, Oct. 2017
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City Sickness – 473

“City Sickness No. 473”
Planet Earth, Sep. 2016
© Massimo S. Volonté

Cry in the sun

Crying in the sunYou clean out your room, and under your bed
Lay a picture long forgotten
With a hand to your head, you sigh out loud
As the memory rushes over – and buries you
Summer rain-storm, but the shed was dry
With a girl from Carolina
And you held her so tight
For the warmth that the rain denied
As the time has slowed to a flash
So alive, listen to them when they say
Cry in the sun
When the devil beats his wife
If you cry, cry, cry in the sun
Hope I never see the price of my freedom…yeah
We danced and sang out
And traced the moon
As it crawled across the night sky
And covered in dew, a lovers’ pact
‘Well here’s to now and don’t look back’
And oh, how I’ve tried
To heed the words written here
Cry in the sun
Where the devil beats his wife
If you cry, cry, cry in the sun
Hope I never see the price of my freedom..ooh yeah
For everyone, yeah
If there’s a person, place, or time
That brings you back and makes you feel alive
Before your reason clouds your eyes
Well you could rule the world if you wanted to…yeah
Well I hear you’re livin’ far away
And that life’s treated you well
You know that we were young and this picture’s old
But I still can hear you say
Through the pounding of the rain
And oh, if you try
Tell me, can you hear them say
Cry in the sun
When the devil beats his wife
If you cry, cry, cry in the sun
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
Oh yeah
_ Kevin Griffin (Better Than Ezra) [Cry in the sun] _

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“Cry in the sun”
Italy, June 2015
© Massimo S. Volonté

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Italy, Aug. 2013
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