Sandy was a composite of some of the girls I'd known along the Shore. This is where I wrote '4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy),' a goodbye to my adopted hometown and the life I'd lived there before I recorded. In his 1998 book Songs, Springsteen wrote: "I'd been evicted from my apartment above the beauty salon, so I moved on myself and was living with my girlfriend in a garage apartment, five minutes from Asbury Park, in Bradley Beach. Oh, love me tonight and I promise I'll love you foreverĤTH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY) was written in mid-1973. The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars, and I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomoĭid you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for telling fortunes better than they doįor me this boardwalk life is through, babe She worked that joint under the boardwalk, she was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio I spoke with her last night, she said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me Running, laughing 'neath the boardwalk, ah, with the boss's daughter This pier lights our carnival life on the water Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us I got on it last night and my shirt got caughtĪnd they kept me spinning, babe, didn't think I'd ever get off Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy, their skins are so whiteĪnd me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades, banging them pleasure machinesĬhasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they all promise to unsnap their jeansĪnd you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again This pier lights our carnival life forever Sandy, the fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonightįorcing a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm Julyĭown in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharpĪs the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past darkĪnd the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shoreĬhasing all them silly New York virgins by the scoreĪnd Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
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