Story 1977-03-15 Binghamton, NY
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15.03.77 Binghamton, NY, intro to ´It´s My Life´
´´I remember it was summertime…..me and this friend of mine used to get his old man´s car and we used to at night head down towards the beach and….they wouldn´t let us into bars ´cause we were too young so we used to park outside on the street, get the bouncers to leave the doors open, we´d sit there on the hood of the car just listening to the bands that were coming down out of New York City, sitting on the hood, playing along with the Jersey (?)….and we´d sit there all night sometimes, around four o´clock we´d head back home…..and I remember, like, my old man used to have this thing where every night…..nine o´clock he´d shut off all the lights in the house, he´d sit in the kitchen in the dark, smoke a cigarette, drink beer, and my mother used to sit in the front room with just the tv on, watch the tv….and he´d lock up the front door so that me and my sister used to have to come in ´round the side and he´d just sit there in the dark waiting for us to come home….. if you came in early, it wasn´t too bad ´cause he hadn´t been sitting there too long, hadn't been drinking too long, but when I came around four o´clock I´d stand there in the driveway, I´d look through the screen door, I´d see the light of his cigarette at the kitchen table…..I´d slick my hair back real tight so he couldn´t tell how long it was, try to make it through the kitchen to my room…..he´d always wait till I hit the bottom step of the stairs….and then I´d hear him calling me to come back and sit down with him at the kitchen table, we´d sit there in the dark and I'd be squinting to see what he was doing….I remember I could always hear his voice but I could never see his face…..he started off talking to me….. just about how things was going (?)….pretty soon he´d be asking me where I was getting my money from…..what I thought I was doing with myself and how he was just sitting there watching my whole life go to waste…..we´d always end up screaming at each other, my mother'd end up running in from the front room to try and pull him off me, try to keep us from fighting with each other….and I always remember (?) running back out into the street….. telling him how someday, someday he was gonna have to learn to live with it….because it was my life and I was gonna do what I wanted to do…..´´

15.03.77 Binghamton, NY, middle of ´Backstreets´
´´Me and you, baby…..just me and you, girl…..I remember riding back…..woah take me back….oh, take me back…..I remember this guy….abandoned this car in this old field about a mile and a half outside of town…..it was about three or four hundred feet off the tracks, at night we used to walk along the tracks out there….and ride in the backseat…..oh, we used to ride in the backseat…..on the outside the car was pretty stripped down but its interior was alright…..and little baby'd take me riding in the backseat way down by the railroad tracks….in the backseat, in the backseat of that old Cadillac….baby´d take me riding in back…..oh, we´ll go ´round and ´round and ´round, oh, and we go down and down and down, oh, and ´round and ´round and down and down, oh, and ´round and ´round and down and down and round and round and down, oh take me there….and I remember there was this farmhouse about a half a mile up the tracks and one night these kids set it on fire….and they had these engines down there and these machines down there, from the backseat of that car we could see, we could see the flames shooting in the air, we could see the water….from the machines shooting up in the air….I remember that night was the night you promised that you were never gonna go anyplace….(?)….and we go riding in back…..and we were sitting on the hood…..I remember you promised…..watching, watching the flames rushing towards us across the field…..watching the field turn red, watching the flames rushing towards us across the field….. watching ´em rushing towards us, rushing towards us…. that's when I knew you promised…you promised…and baby, baby, you lied…..baby, you lied…..your pretty li-li-li-lies….your pretty li-li-li-lies…..your pretty li-li-li-lies…..your pretty li-li-li-lies…..just sitting there wishing God would send some angels and blow this whole town right into the sea, I was just wishing that God would send some angels and blow this whole damn town right into the sea, I was just wishing that God would send some angels and blow this whole goddamn town right into the sea, I was just wishing that God would send some angels and blow it all away, God would send some angels to blow it all away, I was just wishing God would send some angels and blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just blow it all away, just BLOW IT ALL AWAY, BLOW IT ALL AWAY, BLOW IT ALL AWAY, BLOW IT ALL AWAY….BLOW IT ALL AWAY….´´

15.03.77 Binghamton, NY, ´Rosalita´
(….) At this side of the stage…..the man with all the degrees and all the keys….Professor Roy Bittan….play it, Roy (Roy plays)….on the guitar, Miami Steve Van Zandt….on the bass guitar, Mr.Garry W.Tallent….on the drums, the Mighty Max…..on the organ, Phantom Dan Federici….play it, Dan…..in the back, all the way back (?)….from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ….The Miami Horns….(?)…..last but not least….are you prepared for the king of the world ? (cheers) are you ready for the master of the universe ? (cheers) are you ready for the lord of time and space ? (cheers) are you ready for his majesty, the Big Man, Clarence Clemons ? (cheers)….´´

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