Thursday, August 11, 2005

Baby, that's me too.

In this month's Esquire, Bruce Springsteen, god among men, tells a reporter the story of one concert in Jersey through the use of off- and on-stage musings, and his lyrics. Here, he addresses the crowd:

"Evolution. Back in the newspapers. Eighty years after the Scopes monkey trial, the Kansas Board of Education has decided to take another look at evolution. Now, the president says that the jury is out on evolution. It's very iffy. Can't trust it. Dover, PA -- they're not sure about evolution. Here in New Jersey, we're countin' on it."

"Did God make man
in a breath of holy fire
Or did he crawl on up
Out of monkey mire?
Well the man on the street
Believes what the Bible tells him so
But you can ask me, mister,
Because I know
Tell them soul-suckin' preachers
To c'mon down and see
Part man, part monkey
Baby, that's me."

Is this posting just an excuse for me to gaze lovingly upon the still-hot visage of the finest rock god ever?


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