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Hier een liedje van mijn favoriet artiest, Bruce Springsteen
Wat misschien weinigen weten is dat er nogal wat songs van de boss over 'Ladies of the night' gaan, orale sex, anale sex, sex tijdens menstrueren, sex met minderjarigen en intussen toch 100 miljoen platen verkopen ...
De song ´´Pilgrim In The Temple Of Love´´ lijkt mij dan ook erg toepasselijk voor dit forum, in 1996 solo acoustisch gespeeld in de Antwerpse Elisabetzaal. Ik was er toen bij ...
intro:
´´Yeah?...oh really?...oh, it is? we´re debating sort of what to play next ´cause I have to, we have a collaborative effort on the songlist up here....(someone yells: ´Santa!´) oh Jesus....wait a minute! (chuckles) where did you guys hear ´Santa Claus´? (chuckles) it´s like it´s, I have this song, I´ve only played it once but it´s about meeting Santa Claus in a go-go bar (crowd cheers)(chuckles)....oh Jesus, alright, alright, I´m gonna blame you, though (chuckles) well, the only thing I can say about it is....if there´s any young children out there (chuckles) or radical Christian fundamentalists in some fashion....here´s the x-rated part of the program, alright (chuckles) I´ve only played it once so I hope I remember it....the only thing I can say about it, you know, is this is, most of my other songs, you know, writers hate to say that there´s a song that´s about them in any fashion, you know, even if it is, you always lie and say it´s not, you know, because you don´t want anybody knowing, you know (chuckles) and uh, uh, but this, this is a page, this is a page ripped right out of my diary, I´m gonna be honest with you tonight, this is (chuckles) if I kept a diary, which I don´t, you see, I don´t keep a diary because I fly a lot, if I crash and die that rock star death, I don´t want people reading all my thoughs after I´m gone (chuckles) and, uh, especially don´t let anybody into my house after I´m gone either, please, alright (chuckles) but, but, uh, but if I did keep a diary (chuckles) this would be a page torn right out of the torrid, my torrid life, alright, so, uh ...ok, here we go, now this is a Christmas song ´but I´m not gonna be here on Christmastime, you see, so I might as well sing this song now, you know, get it off my chest, uh....I can´t think of much else to say about it, I guess (chuckles) alright, alright, ok, ok (chuckles) it was, uh, get it over with, that´s about it (chuckles)....´´
It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude"
In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit
His beard was crooked, his hat askew embarrassed, I turned to go when from the back seat of the Mazda I heard somebody shout "oh, baby, don't stop"
And a merry "ho ho ho"
Well I walked inside, I ordered a beer and a double shot of whiskey and in three minutes I had fallen in love
The DJ announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, lady Godiva" and I sat and worshipped 'neath the angel above
At the end of her set she brushed her hair came and sat on the stool to my right and said "will you buy me a drink?"
My heart beat fast, my trousers grew tight and wittily I replied "uhh...."
She showed me a picture of her kid, said during the day she's an art student
She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this, of course, present company excluded
Well, then Santa came stumblin' in and somebody shouted "hey Santa, where're your elves?"
He sat down on the stool to my left and the bartender took a vodka bottle off the shelf
He asked if Mrs. Claus had called, to tell her he worked the late shift at the mall and he was sorry, but he just got through
I turned and I asked him "how's the kids this year, Santa?"
Beneath his breath he whispered "a merry fuck you"
Well, then the owner came over and he was a short fat ugly guy with a funny kind of pushed-in face
He shook my hand and said it was the first time they ever had a superstar in this place
Lady Godiva bought me a few drinks and words came out of my mouth what they were I couldn't guess
But it was something about showgirls, lapdancing,
Motley Crew, you can guess the rest
Well, I walked outside, snow was fallin', I had some toys to put together, it was Christmas time
Santa followed me into the parking lot and threw up on the hood of the car next to mine
I gave him my handkerchief, pulled out onto the highway and as I sat at the light
I swear I saw a sleigh with a dozen reindeer pull out of the parking lot
And cut across to the mall and a voice shouted,
"Merry Christmas to all, you assholes, and a good fuckin' night"
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love