Radio Nowhere I want a thousand guitars I was tryin’ to find my way home I want pounding drums But all I heard was a drone I want a million different Bouncing off a satellite voices speaking in tongues Crushin’ the last lone American night This is , This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? is there anybody alive out there? This is radio nowhere, This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? is there anybody alive out there? Is there anybody alive out there? I was spinnin’ ’round a dead dial I was driving through the misty rain Just another lost number in a file Searchin’ for a mystery train Dancin’ down a dark hole Boppin’ through the wild blue Just searchin’ for a world Tryin’ to make a connection with you with some soul This is radio nowhere, This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? is there anybody alive out there? This is radio nowhere, This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? is there anybody alive out there? Is there anybody alive out there? Is there anybody alive out there? I just want to feel some rhythm I just want to hear some rhythm I just want to feel some rhythm I just want to hear some rhythm I just want to feel your rhythm I just want to hear some rhythm I just want to feel your rhythm I just want to hear some rhythm I just want to feel your rhythm I just want to feel your rhythm I just want to feel your rhythm I just want to feel your rhythm The earth it gave away, Livin’ In The Future the sea rose toward the sun I opened up my heart to you A letter come blowin’ in on an ill wind it got all damaged and undone White roses and misty blue eyes You’ll Be Somethin’ ’bout me and you My ship Liberty sailed away on Red mornings, then nothin’ but gray skies Never seein’ one another again a bloody red horizon A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through Comin’ Down Yeah, well I knew it’d come The groundskeeper opened The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue Still I was struck deaf and dumb the gates and let the wild dogs run You’re smiling now but you’ll find out You’ll be comin’ down now baby Like when we kissed, They’ll use you up and spit you out now You’ll be coming down that taste of blood on your tongue I’m rollin’ through town, Your head’s spinnin’ in diamonds and clouds What goes around, it comes around and a lost cowboy at sundown Don’t worry Darlin', But pretty soon it turns out You’ll be comin’ down Got my monkey on a leash, now baby don’t you fret got my ear tuned to the ground You’ll be comin’ down now baby For a while you’ll go sparklin’ by We’re livin’ in the future and My faith’s been torn asunder, You’ll be coming down Just another pretty thing on high none of this has happened yet tell me is that rollin’ thunder Don’t worry Darlin', What goes around, it comes around and Like a thief on a Sunday morning Or just the sinkin’ sound You’ll be comin’ down now baby don’t you fret of somethin’ righteous goin’ under? It all falls apart with no warning We’re livin’ in the future and Easy street, a quick buck and true lies Your cinnamon sky’s gone none of this has happened yet Don’t worry Darlin', Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies candy-apple green now baby don’t you fret Woke up Election Day, A silver plate of pearls my golden child The crushed metal of your We’re livin’ in the future and little flying machine skies gunpowder and shades of gray none of this has happened yet It’s all yours at least for a little while Beneath a dirty sun, I whistled my time away You’ll be fine long as your Don’t worry Darlin', You’ll be comin’ down now baby Then just about sundown now baby don’t you fret pretty face holds out You’ll be coming down You come walkin’ through town Then it’s gonna get pretty cold out We’re livin’ in the future and What goes around, it comes around and Your boot heels clickin’ none of this has happened yet An empty stream of stars shooting by You’ll be comin’ down Like the barrel of a pistol spinnin’ ’round You got your hopes on high Don’t worry Darlin', now baby don’t you fret You’ll be comin’ down now baby Don’t worry Darlin', now baby don’t you fret We’re livin’ in the future and You’ll be coming down We’re livin’ in the future and none of this has happened yet What goes around, it comes around and none of this has happened yet None of this has happened yet You’ll be comin’ down Don’t worry Darlin', None of this has happened yet now baby don’t you fret None of this has happened yet We’re livin’ in the future and None of this has happened yet none of this has happened yet You can’t sleep at night You can’t dream your dream Your Own Your fingerprints on file Left clumsily at the scene Worst Enemy Your own worst enemy has come to town The times they got too clear Your own worst enemy has come, to So you removed all the mirrors town Once the family felt secure Yesterday the people were at ease Now no one’s very sure Baby slept in peace Your own worst enemy has come to town You closed your eyes and saw her Your own worst enemy has come You knew who you were Everything is falling down Now your own worst enemy Your own worst enemy has come to town has come to town Your own worst enemy has come Your own worst enemy has come Everything is falling down Your world keeps turnin’ Your own worst enemy has come to town ’round and ’round Your flag it flew so high But everything is upside down It drifted into the sky Your own worst enemy has come to town There’s a face you know Staring back from the shop window The condition you’re in Now, you just can’t get out of this skin Gypsy Biker Well, the streetlights Girls In Their The speculators made their money shine down on Blessing Avenue On the blood you shed Lovers they walk by, Summer Clothes holding hands two by two Your Mama’s pulled The spring high desert wind Frankie’s diner, an old friend A breeze crosses the porch, the sheets up off your bed Rushed down on us on the edge of town bicycle spokes spin ’round The profiteers on Jane Street all the way back home The neon sign spinning round My jacket’s on, I’m out the door Sold your shoes and clothes To the dead it don’t matter much Like a cross over the lost and found And tonight I’m gonna Ain’t nobody talking ’Bout who’s wrong or right The fluorescent lights burn this town down ’cause everybody knows You asked me that question flick over Pop’s Grill We pulled your cycle out of the garage I didn’t get it right The girls in their summer clothes Shaniqua brings the coffee and asks And polished up the chrome You slipped into your darkness In the cool of the evening light “Fill?” and says “Penny for your Our Gypsy biker’s comin’ home Now all that remains The girls in their summer clothes, thoughts now my boy, Bill” pass me by Sister Mary sits with your colors Is my love for you brother She went away, Brother John is drunk and gone Lying still and unchanged A kid’s rubber ball smacks she cut me like a knife This whole town’s been rousted To them that threw you away Off the gutter ’neath the lamp light Hello beautiful thing, Which side are you on You ain’t nothin’ but gone Big bank clock chimes maybe you could save my life The favored march up over the hill Our Gypsy biker’s comin’ home Off go the sleepy front porch lights In just a glance, In some fools parade Now I’m out countin’ white lines Downtown the stores alight as the down here on magic street Shoutin’ victory for the righteous Countin’ white lines and getting stoned evening’s underway Love’s a fool’s dance But there ain’t much here but graves My Gypsy biker’s coming home Things been a little tight I ain’t got much sense, Ain’t nobody talkin’ But I know their gonna turn my way but I still got my feet We’re just waitin’ on the phone Our Gypsy biker’s comin’ home And the girls in their summer clothes The girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light In the cool of the evening light We rode her into the foothills The girls in their summer clothes, The girls in their summer clothes, Bobby brought the gasoline pass me by pass me by We stood ’round her in a circle As she lit up the ravine The girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes, pass me by The pages of Revelation Lie open in your empty eyes of blue I'll Work For Your Love I watch you slip that Pour me a drink Theresa comb through your hair In one of those glasses you dust off and this I promise you And I’ll watch the bones in your back I’ll work for your love, dear Like the Stations of the Cross I’ll work for your love ’Round your hair the sun lifts a halo What others may want for free At your lips a crown of thorns I’ll work for your love Whatever other deals gone down Your tears, they fill the rosary To this one I’m sworn At your feet, my temple of bones I’ll work for your love, dear Here in this perdition we go on and on I’ll work for your love Now our city of peace has crumbled What others may want for free Our book of faith’s been tossed I’ll work for your love And I’m just out here searchin’ The dust of civilizations For my own piece of the cross And loves sweet remains The late afternoon sun fills the room Slip off of your fingers With the mist of the And come driftin’ down like rain garden before the fall I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall I’ll work for your love, dear I’ll work for your love What others may want for free I’ll work for your...… What others may want for free I’ll work for your... … What others may want for free I’ll work for your love I got a coin in my palm I can make it disappear I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I’ll pull it out your ear I got a rabbit in my hat If you want to come and see Magic This is what will be, this is what will be I got a shiny saw blade I got shackles on my wrist All I need’s a volunteer Soon I’ll slip ’em and be gone I’ll cut you in half Chain me in a box in your river While you’re smiling ear to ear Last night I stood at your doorstep Everybody has a friend And I’ll rise singin’ this song And the freedom that you sought’s Trust none of what you hear Trying to figure out what went wrong Everybody has a reason to begin again Driftin’ like a ghost amongst the trees You just slipped somethin’ into my palm And less of what you see This is what will be, this is what will be My father said “Son, we’re This is what will be, Then you were gone lucky in this town this is what will be Now there’s a fire down below I could smell the same It’s a beautiful place to be born But it’s comin’ up here deep green of summer It just wraps its arms around you So leave everything you know Above me the same night sky was glowin’ Nobody crowds you, nobody goes it alone. And carry only what you fear In the distance I could see the town You know that flag On the road the sun is sinkin’ low where I was born flying over the courthouse There’s bodies hangin’ in the trees It’s gonna be a long walk home Means certain things are set in stone This is what will be, this is what will be Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me Who we are, what we’ll do Gonna be a long walk home and what we won’t.” A long walk home It’s gonna be a long walk home In town I passed Sal’s grocery Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me Last To Die The barbershop on South Street Gonna be a long walk home I looked into their faces Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me We took the highway till The sun sets in flames as the city burns They were all rank strangers to me Gonna be a long walk home the road went black Another day gone down as the night turns The veterans’ hall high up on the hill It’s gonna be a long walk home We’d marked, Truth or And I hold you here in my heart Stood silent and alone It’s gonna be a long walk home Consequences on our map As things fall apart The diner was shuttered and boarded Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me With a sign that just said “gone” A voice drifted up from the radio A downtown window flushed with light Gonna be a long walk home And I thought of a voice from long ago ‘Faces of the dead at five’ It’s gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake Our martyr’s silent eyes Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home The last to die for a mistake Petition the drivers as we pass by Gonna be a long walk home It’s gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty Darling, don’t wait up for me Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake It’s gonna be a long walk home Who’ll be the last to die, for a mistake Gonna be a long walk home The last to die for a mistake It’s gonna be a long walk home Kids asleep in the backseat Whose blood will spill, Here everybody has a neighbor We’re just counting the miles, you and me whose heart will break We don’t measure the blood Who’ll be the last to die we’ve drawn anymore Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake We just stack the bodies outside the door The last to die for a mistake Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake Darlin’ will tyrants and kings The last to die for a mistake fall to the same fate Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Strung up at your city gates Who’ll be the last to die, for a mistake Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake The wise men were all fools, what to do Devil's Arcade Remember the morning, we dug up your gun The worms in the barrel, the hangin’ sun A voice says “Don’t worry, I’m here” Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin Just whisper the word “tomorrow” in my ear The lost smell on your breath as A house on a quiet street, I helped you get it in a home for the brave The rush of your lips, the feel of your name The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face The beat of your heart, the devil’s arcade Rising from a long night as dark as the grave You said heroes are needed, so heroes get made On a thin chain of next moments Somebody made a bet, somebody paid And something like faith The cool desert morning, then nothin’ to save On a morning to order, a breakfast to make Just metal and plastic where your body caved A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray For the touch of your fingers In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name The end of a day Where you lie adrift with the heroes The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart Of the devil’s arcade The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart You sleep and dream of your buddies The beat of your heart, the slow burning away Charlie and Jim Of the bitter fires of the devil’s arcade And wake with the thick desert dust on your skin

All songs written by Ꭿ 2007 Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP) All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Produced & Mixed by Brendan O’Brien Recorded by Nick DiDia Additional Engineering by Billy Bowers Recorded and Mixed at Southern Tracks Recording Studio, Atlanta, GA Assistant: Tom Tapley Additional Recording at: Henson Recording Studios, Hollywood, CA Assistants: Tom Syrowski, Matt Serrecchio, Glenn Pittman, Kevin Mills Thrill Hill Recording, NJ. Engineer: Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering, Portland, ME Musicians: Bruce Springsteen: Lead Vocal, Guitars, Pump Organ, Harmonica, Synth Keyboard, Glockenspiel, Percussion, Backing Vocals : Piano, Organ : Sax, Backing Vocals : Organ, Keyboards : Guitars, Backing Vocals : Backing Vocals : Bass Stevie Van Zandt: Guitars, Mandolin, Backing Vocals : Drums Additional Musicians: : Violin (Livin’ In The Future, I’ll Work For Your Love, Magic, Last To Die) Jeremy Chatzky: Upright Bass (Magic) Daniel Laufer: Cello (Devil’s Arcade) Patrick Warren: Chamberlain, Tack Piano (Your Own Worst Enemy, Girls In Their Summer Clothes, Magic, Long Walk Home, Devil’s Arcade) Kenn Wagner, Jay Christy, Justin Bruns, William Pu, Christopher Pulgram, John Meisner, Olga Shpitko, Sheela Lyengar: Violins (Your Own Worst Enemy, Girls In Their Summer Clothes) Tania Maxwell Clements, Amy Chang, Lachlan McBane: Viola (Your Own Worst Enemy, Girls In Their Summer Clothes) Karen Freer, Daniel Laufer, Charae Kruege: Cello (Your Own Worst Enemy, Girls In Their Summer Clothes) String Arrangements by Eddie Horst (Your Own Worst Enemy, Girls In Their Summer Clothes) Strings Contracted by Patti Horst and Shari Sutcliffe (Your Own Worst Enemy, Girls In Their Summer Clothes) Album Art Direction: Michelle Holme, Chris Austopchuk Photography: Mark Seliger except for the back cover, pages 10 & 14 in the booklet and all band shots by Danny Clinch Disk icon — Bea Nettles Brendan O'Brien Project Coordinators: Mala Sharma, Steven Kaiser Bruce Springsteen Project Coordinators: Terry Magovern, Kevin Buell Management Project Coordinator: Jan Stabile Support Staff: Kevin Buell — Guitars , Harry McCarthy — Drums Shari Sutcliffe — Contracts Legal: Allen Grubman, Artie Indursky, Jonathan Horn, Bruce Grossberg, Mona Okada Business Management: Nancy Chapman, Patty DeFrancesco, Teresa Polyak Marilyn Laverty, Shore Fire Media A thank you to my friend and working partner of 23 years, Terry Magovern, who passed away on July 30th. The love and dedi- Booking Agent: Barry Bell Booking Agency: Rob Light, Creative Artists Agency cation he brought to his job and our lives everyday were inspiring. His presence and spirit have been an unspoken part of my Management: Jon Landau Management music for the last two decades and will continue to be. Terry, when they built you brother, they broke the mold. Jon Landau, Barbara Carr, Jan Stabile, Alison Oscar, Sue Berger

Thanks to all of my close friends and colleagues who gave so much of them- selves to this project. Your creativity and support are so deeply appreciated. Thanks to Patti, once again, for her love, patience and support. Thanks and all my love to Evan, Jess and Sam.

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