Outtake version #2
Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision smashin' in my guts, man
I'm caught in a crossfire that I don't understand
But there's one thing I know for sure, girl
I ain't satisfied for the same old played out scenes
Baby, I ain't satisfied for just the in-betweens
Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now
Listen to me baby, man talks about a dream, tries to make it real
You end up screamin' in the night with a fear so real
Man on the TV promisin' a peace that don't come
Well, don't waste your time crying
Badlands, baby don't why
'Cause a man gets born, goes to work and wants to die
Keep pushin' till it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good
Workin' in the field till you get your back burned
Workin' 'neath the wheels till you get your facts learned
Now 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 faith that can save me
I believe in the hope and I pray that some day it may raise me above these
Badlands, you gotta live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand as the price you gotta pay
Keep pushin' till it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good
[guitar instrumental]
Baby, don't cry now, don't waste your tears (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
Baby, don't cry now, we're taking it on the road (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
We're taking you on the road, driving till the air turns (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
In the evening fields, we'll burn it all and then we'll let go (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
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, tear your little world apart
You gotta walk it, talk it, man, deep down in your heart
Keep movin' till it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good
Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, badlands
Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, badlands
Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, badlands
Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, badlands
Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, badlands
Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, badlands
[fades]
The above lyrics are for a studio take of BADLANDS recorded in August 1977 at The Record Plant in New York City, NY. It can be found on The Lost Masters Vol. 3 (Labour Of Love) bootleg.
Thanks Timmy Peterson (Terry at Greasy Lake), Bruce Beijers, Jim (jbr4), and Jake (ol'catfishinthelake at BTX and Greasy Lake) for the lyrics help.
Some of the above info about the studio recording is taken from Brucebase.
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