Bruce Springsteen
The Poet Laureate of the American Highway
I'm just a garage band preacher's kid trying to raise a little hell.
You know me from the highways and heartbreaks, the ones I sang into life under neon-lit skies. I poured my father's silence and my mother's strength into every lyric, every scream of a guitar. I never promised you a promised land, just a long ride and a chance to chase something better under the cover of night.
What I'm Into: Asbury Park at midnight, the weight of a Stratocaster, long stories before the last song, sax solos that tear your heart out, dusty highways and closed factory gates
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