Bruce vs Kanye

[mungo57]

will gut me as I want to see them both but I would choose Brucie.

I hope Franz headline on the saturday, meaning that I can see Kanye on the friday..... assuming that he plays the friday that is, as I have no interest in Neil Young, who is apparently playing

[SJ121]

The fact that this is even being asked makes me quite sad.One of the best songwriters/live perfomers of all time versus that arrogant twat Kanye.

[crimsonking]

Actually I meant Bruce Forsyth, reprising Generation game Saturday night.

[sifi]

.One of the best songwriters/

Edited February 23, 2009 by sifimaster

[tylerdurden]

bruce has some embarrassing lyrics.

just over the top nationalism, fist pumping americana.

definitely not the best song writer ever.

[russycarps]

bruce has some embarrassing lyrics.

just over the top nationalism, fist pumping americana.

definitely not the best song writer ever.

[meatyparson]

QUOTE (crimsonking @ Feb 23 2009, 11:17 AM) *

If they clash on Saturday night who would you choose?

neither they both suck !

Ill be as far away from both them stages on Sat night.

[crimsonking]

bruce has some embarrassing lyrics.

just over the top nationalism, fist pumping americana.

definitely not the best song writer ever.

[meatyparson]

You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry

You’d better not pout, I’m telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

He’s making a list, he’s checkin’ it twice

He’s gonna find out whose naughty or nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping

He knows if you’re awake

He knows if you’ve been bad or good

(so you’d) better be good for goodness sake

Better be good for goodness sake

f**king great song !

Lets hope he plays that !

[greeny81]

Broooce defo - but would take Kanye over Jay-Z

(anyway the choice WILL be Bruce v Franz Ferdinand and again Bruce wins - can't stand FF...

I'd also rather see Neil Young than Kanye if that's Fri clash)

[Obsydyan]

bruce has some embarrassing lyrics.

just over the top nationalism, fist pumping americana.

definitely not the best song writer ever.

Edited February 23, 2009 by Obsydyan

[sifi]

I prefer Khe Sanh as a song to Born in the USA. That's just too cheesy for the subject matter.

[popcornmaster]

neither

but if it was a necessity Kanye, though i appreciate how impressive Bruce is live

he music puts me to sleep, though for people who enjoy him, i'm sure the show will be unforgettable.

[Jens Wildman]

Best songwriters?

Of all time?

Are you serious? The lyrics seems laboured at times, one dimensional, lacks imagery, lacking depth. The melodies seem to flit between either slow and dull or energetic and overtly bombastic.

I think I've seen it all today. On one thread we've had "Robocop is one of the best films of all time" and now "Bruce is one of the best songwriters".

Edited February 23, 2009 by Jens Wildman

[jamesglast]

i'd probably go see Bruce, i don't think he'll be at another festival for a while.

apparently he doesn't make to many appearances at festivals.

also heard from friends he is meant to awesome live.

[disasterplan44]

I prefer Khe Sanh as a song to Born in the USA. That's just too cheesy for the subject matter.

[Kyelo]

I would choose Kanye over both Bruce and Neil

[Jens Wildman]

I would choose Kanye over both Bruce and Neil

Edited February 23, 2009 by Jens Wildman

[disasterplan44]

I'd love to see Bruce come on stage wearing a pair of Kanye glasses. That'd be as good as what Jay Z did last year...

[Kyelo]

There`s been about 10 Kany`s around since Springsteen debuted. None of them are still aroud, and none of them are rated number world`s best live act for 2008. And you are going to see number 11 instead, smart move

[Jens Wildman]

10 Kanyes? Name them. He's widely recognised as 'intelligent' hip hop or 'cross over' rap. There are very few acts like him. Well yes it is a smart move, why would I go see something I don't like? Your definition of smart is very bizarre to say the least if you think that.

Kanye has sold 14million from 4 albums, thats an average of 3.5 million since 2004 which for anybody in this illegal download enviroment is something to be applauded. Bruce on the other hand comes from the generation of easy record sales and stadium rock.

Now I respect what he has done but I find 'The Boss' incredibly dull, the smart thing for me is to go somewhere I won't fall asleep

Edited February 23, 2009 by Jens Wildman

[Kyelo]

What I tryed to say is that you have a chance to see something truely uniq. Besides Springsteen had been aroud fore 11 years befor muliti selling BITUSA. Number of records sold has nothing to to with the matter.

Check out The Wild The Innocenent And The E-Street Shuffell album and tell me it`s dull.

Sorry, you are clueless.

[laid back in the sun]

In the summer that I was baptized

my father held me to his side

As they put me to the water

he said how on that day I cried

We were prisoners of love, a love in chains

He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain

With the same hot blood burning in our veins

Adam raised a Cain

All of the old faces

ask you why you're back

They fit you with position

and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac

In the darkness of your room

your mother calls you by your true name

You remember the faces, the places, the names

You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain

Adam raised a Cain

In the Bible Cain slew Abel

and East of Eden he was cast

You're born into this life paying

for the sins of somebody else's past

Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain

Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame

You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames

Adam raised a Cain

Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream

Adam raised a Cain

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Born down in a dead man's town

The first kick I took was when I hit the ground

You end up like a dog that's been beat too much

Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.

I was born in the U.S.A.

I was born in the U.S.A.

Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam

So they put a rifle in my hand

Sent me off to a foreign land

To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A.

I was born in the U.S.A.

I was born in the U.S.A.

I was born in the U.S.A.

Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery

Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"

Went down to see my V.A. man

He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong

They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon

I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary

Out by the gas fires of the refinery

I'm ten years burning down the road

Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A.

I was born in the U.S.A.

Born in the U.S.A.

I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.

Born in the U.S.A.

Born in the U.S.A.

Born in the U.S.A.

I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.

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They're still racing out at the Trestles

But that blood it never burned in her veins

Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview

And a style she's trying to maintain

Well if she wants to see me

You can tell her that I'm easily found

Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge

And tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town

Everybody's got a secret Sonny

Something that they just can't face

Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it

They carry it with them every step that they take

Till some day they just cut it loose

Cut it loose or let it drag 'em downWhere no one asks any questions

Or looks too long in your face

In the darkness on the edge of town

Some folks are born into a good life

Other folks get it anyway anyhow

I lost my money and I lost my wife

Them things don't seem to matter much to me now

Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop

I'll be on that hill with everything I got

Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost

I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost

For wanting things that can only be found

In the darkness on the edge of town

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I come from down in the valley

where mister when you're young

They bring you up to do like your daddy done

Me and Mary we met in high schoolwhen she was just seventeen

We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river

And into the river we'd dive

Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant

and man that was all she wrote

And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat

We went down to the courthouse

and the judge put it all to rest

No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle

No flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river

And into the river we'd dive

Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company

But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy

Now all them things that seemed so important

Well mister they vanished right into the air

Now I just act like I don't remember

Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car

Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir

At night on them banks I'd lie awake

And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take

Now those memories come back to haunt me

they haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

that sends me down to the river

though I know the river is dry

That sends me down to the river tonight

Down to the river

my baby and I

Oh down to the river we ride

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Here in north east Ohio

Back in eighteen-o-three

James and Danny Heaton

Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek

They built a blast furnace

Here along the shore

And they made the cannon balls

That helped the union win the war

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces

Kept 'em hotter than hell

I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer

A job that'd suit the devil as well

Taconite, coke and limestone

Fed my children and made my pay

Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god

Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the 0hio works

When he come home from world war two

Now the yards just scrap and rubble

He said, "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do"

These mills they built the tanks and bombs

That won this country's wars

We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam

Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

From the Monongaleh valley

To the Mesabi iron range

To the coal mines of Appalacchia

The story's always the same

Seven-hundred tons of metal a day

Now sir you tell me the world's changed

Once I made you rich enough

Rich enough to forget my name

In Youngstown

In Youngstown

My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

When I die I don't want no part of heaven

I would not do heavens work well

I pray the devil comes and takes me

To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

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One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends

Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in

Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth

Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat

And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

With a love so hard and filled with defeat

Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing

Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings

Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring

In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything

to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets

We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears

Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness

Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed

You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us

Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry

It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight

There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest

Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness

Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see

Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be

And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest

Stranded in the park and forced to confess

To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end

Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

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Billy he's down by the railroad tracks

Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac

Diamond Jackie, she's so intact

As she falls so softly beneath him

Jackie's heels are stacked

Billy's got cleats on his boots

Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot

It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute

It's a mad dog's promenade

So walk tall or baby don't walk at all

Fish lady, oh fish lady

She baits them tenement walls

She won't take corner boys

They ain't got no money

And they're so easy

I said "Hey, baby

Won't you take my hand

Walk with me down Broadway

Well mama take my arm andÊ move with me down Broadway"

I'm a young man, I talk it real loud

Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you

Ah so shake it away

So shake away your street life

Shake away your city life

Hook up to the train

And hook up to the night train

Hook it up

Hook up to the train

But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train

Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train

Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train

Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train

She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down

And when she turns this boy'll be gone

So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on

Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade

Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave

Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy

Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy

Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can

Listen to your junk man

Listen to your junk man

Listen to your junk man

He's singin', he's singin', he's singin'

All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley

He's singin', singin', singin', singin'

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I'm riding down Kingsley,

figuring I'll get a drink

Turn the radio up loud,

so I don't have to think,

I take her to the floor,

looking for a moment when the world

seems right,

And I tear into the guts,

of something in the night.

You're born with nothing,

and better off that way,

Soon as you've got something they send

someone to try and take it away,

You can ride this road 'till dawn,

without another human being in sight,

Just kids wasted on

something in the night.

Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,

when it's your last time around,

I got stuff running 'round my head

That I just can't live down

When we found the things we loved,

They were crushed and dying in the dirt.

We tried to pick up the pieces,

And get away without getting hurt,

But they caught us at the state line,

And burned our cars in one last fight,

And left us running burned and blind,

Chasing something in the night.

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Do you still say your prayers little darlin'

do you go to bed at night

Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright

But tommorow's fall in number

in number one by one

You wake up and you're dying

you don't even know what from

Well they shot you point blank

you been shot in the back

Baby point blank you been fooled this time

little girl that's a fact

Right between the eyes, baby, point blank

right between the pretty lies that they tell

Little girl you fell

You grew up where young girls they grow up fast

You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked

but what they asked baby wasn't right

you didn't have to live that life,

I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet

These days you don't wait on Romeo's

you wait on that welfare check

and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have

and on all the promises

That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes

Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain

You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank

and it's one false move and baby the lights go out

Once I dreamed we were together again

baby you and me

Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be

We were standin' at the bar

it was hard to hear

The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear

You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four

You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor

You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow

And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go

Well I saw you last night down on the avenue

Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you

You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain

You didn't answer when I called out your name

You just turned, and then you looked away

like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away

Point blank, right between the eyes

Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell

Point blank, shot right through the heart

Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it

Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights

Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away

Point blank, they caught you in their sights

Point blank, did you forget how to love,

girl, did you forget how to fight.

Point blank they must have shot you in the head

Cause point blank

bang bang baby you're dead.

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Lights out tonight

trouble in the heartland

Got a head-on collision

smashin' in my guts, man

I'm caught in a cross fire

that I don't understand

But there's one thing I know for sure girl

I don't give a damn

For the same old played out scenes

I don't give a damn

For just the in betweens

Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul

I want control right now

talk about a dream

Try to make it real

you wake up in the night

With a fear so real

Spend your life waiting

for a moment that just don't come

Well, don't waste your time waiting

CHORUS

Badlands, you gotta live it everyday

Let the broken hearts stand

As the price you've gotta pay

We'll keep pushin' till it's understood

and these badlands start treating us good

Workin' in the fields

till you get your back burned

Workin' 'neath the wheel

till you get your facts learned

Baby I got my facts

learned real good right now

You better get it straight darling

Poor man wanna be rich,

rich man wanna be king

And a king ain't satisfied

till he rules everything

I wanna go out tonight,

I wanna find out what I got

Well I believe in the love that you gave me

I believe in the love that you gave me

I believe in the faith that could save me

I believe in the hope

and I pray that some day

It may raise me above these

CHORUS

mmmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm

For the ones who had a notion,

a notion deep inside

That it ain't no sin

to be glad you're alive

I wanna find one face

that ain't looking through me

I wanna find one place,

I wanna spit in the face of these badlands

CHORUS

[bombfrog]

10 Kanyes? Name them. He's widely recognised as 'intelligent' hip hop or 'cross over' rap. There are very few acts like him. Well yes it is a smart move, why would I go see something I don't like? Your definition of smart is very bizarre to say the least if you think that.

Kanye has sold 14million from 4 albums, thats an average of 3.5 million since 2004 which for anybody in this illegal download enviroment is something to be applauded. Bruce on the other hand comes from the generation of easy record sales and stadium rock.

Now I respect what he has done but I find 'The Boss' incredibly dull, the smart thing for me is to go somewhere I won't fall asleep

[Wooderson]

Amen to that.

I'm not going to diss Bruce because I know he's got plenty of fans and he's pretty good by all accounts. But to my mind Kanye is far more 'unique'. I can only think of a couple of artists in the last 10 years who are like him or anywhere near as big and they're definitely still around.

So, Kanye for me.

Edited February 23, 2009 by Wooderson