Bruce Springsteen - Dry Lightning at Point Theatre in Dublin, Ireland on March 20, 1996. From the DVD "On The Floor In Dublin"
20.03.96 Dublin, Ireland, intro to ´Dry Lightning´
´´Thanks, uh, hey, I´d appreciate if some of you guys with the flash cameras would put them in your pocket or something....or you can crush ´em under your left foot too (chuckles) this is, uh....a song about men and women and I didn´t write about men and women for about 30 years....don´t know why, could I have been confused ?....nah (chuckles) I don´t know....I always tell the folks that I had a, I was in one relationship for 30 years....it just was with a lot of different women, you see (chuckles) but it was the same one, you know (chuckles) over and over again (chuckles) uh, I guess this is a song about one of those where you, you feel close but you can´t figure it out, you know....uh, you can´t quite get there....it ends up in a stand-off of some sort....yeah.....this is about just missing it, but just missing it is still missing it....´Dry Lightning´....´´
DRY LIGHTNING Transcribed and researched by SpringsteenLyrics.com
Album version
I threw my robe on in the morning, watched the ring on the stove turn to red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee, pulled on my boots and made the bed
Screen door hangin' off its hinges kept bangin' me awake all night
As I look out the window, the only thing in sight
Is dry lightning on the horizon line
It's just dry lightning and you on my mind
I chased the heat of her blood like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit into the evening pale
Her appaloosa's kickin' in the corral smelling rain
There's a low thunder rolling across the mesquite plain
But there's just dry lightning on the horizon line
It's just dry lightning and you on my mind
I'd drive down to Alvarado street where she danced to make ends meet
I'd spend the night over my gin as she'd talk to her men
Well the piss yellow sun comes bringin' up the day
She said, "Ain't nobody gonna give nobody, what they really need anyway."
You get so sick of the fightin', you lose your fear of the end
I can't lose your memory, the sweet smell of your skin
It's just dry lightning on the horizon line
It's just dry lightning and you on my mind
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