Draft dodging bastard
Bored in the USA? I’ve never been able to stomach any of his crap. EVER!
I was a teenager, but I wasn’t so stupid that I didn’t analyze lyrics to songs people around me were playing and singing.
I hated the song then, and hate it now.
I’ve always been amazed and disgusted with people who play Born in the USA during Fourth of July parades.
I do have a constitutional quibble with Lee Greenwoods song - men died *defending* my right to be free but only God *gave* that right to me.
He’s also pissing on the flag on the album cover.
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And “Born in the USA” is Kommie drivel
OF COURSE, Northern Commieville [Minnesota] was the one state that didn't vote for Reagan. Along with the District of Commies.
I always hated this guy from the time ran his mouth about his politics.
I no longer care for Springsteen. In the 1980’s I was a huge fan. Then he opened his mouth on politics. Yet, the author is a bit disingenuous. He writes
“The poor slob comes home from Vietnam to get a job, but he seems to be the only ambitious hardworking man in 1984 who can’t find a job at a time of booming economic growth under Ronald Reagan.”
Well, the poor slob in the song was probably looking for a job in the early 1970’s. In Dec 1970, unemployment climbed over 6 percent. It peaked at 10.6 percent in 1982 (I know, I was a recent graduate). I fell below 6 percent in 1987.
Then there was the oil embargo in 1973. Perhaps that’s why the hiring man at the refinery couldn’t help.
Not a fan of him, but the Vietnam lyrics ring true. Sounds like First Blood
He was pissing on the flag ...
His song on that album,”I’m on fire”...sounds like a creepy pedophile talking to a “little” girl...especially when he compares himself to her father....cuhreeepy.
Cecil Rhodes, the Victorian adventurer who did so much to open up southern Africa for agriculture and mineral extraction, once said, to an audience of compatriots in South Africa: “Remember that you are an Englishman, and have consequently won first prize in the lottery of life.” His sentiments have applied to Americans pretty much since its founding, when Washington, unlike Napoleon (who crowned himself king), bequeathed to his successors a functioning republic where extremes were moderated, and differences hashed out peacefully, even where a great deal of rancor materialized.
Nonetheless, angsty lyrics are normal in rock as they are in country songs, because pathos is something audiences seek out - a frisson of pain without having to experience the real thing. Most of the biggest hits relate to lost love and beaten down people. Self-satisfaction just doesn’t get the juices flowing. Whining does.
Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car is a classic. Completely atypical of the average American’s experience, but a good song, anyway.
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we can make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won’t have to drive too far
Just ‘cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
See, my old man’s got a problem
He live with the bottle, that’s the way it is
He say his body’s too old for working
His body’s too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody’s got to take care of him
So I quit school and that’s what I did
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
We go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain’t got a job
And I work in the market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted
And we’ll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me’d find it
I got no plans, I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
Luke Combs’s rendition
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Fr7oYjnt3bM&pp=ygUORmFzdCBjYXIgY292ZXI%3D
I wish this guy would just drop dead. Literally
I have despised his crappy music since the first time I heard it.
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Fake farmer, tax evader, scumbag deluxe, and a terrible singer with a 400 acre estate which would be perfect for low income housing, except elite leftists never have to worry about state confiscation.
I thought it was a patriotic song because it was used as an entrance song by a babyface wrestler in the mid-80s. It was only later that I listened to the lyrics and figured out that the song and its performer were garbage.