Just goes to show, sometimes regular FM radio really CAN come through for you (hey, I can't afford satellite radio ... so it's radio or iPod for me).
Some folks have no idea that it's a cover (and some folks have no idea who Manfred Mann is, either). But the song, penned by one Bruce Springsteen (my last blog post was on another of the dude's songs), is an instant pleaser. There's nothing about it I don't like.
Sure, Manfred Mann kind of take liberties with the lyrics ("cut loose like a deuce," gets changed), but that's a minor quibble. Revved up like a deuce isn't quite the same as wrapped up like a douche (or whatever people think they hear when the song plays ... Folks: it is DEUCE, as in deuce coupe ... a car), but the word play and the sound and the production still add up to some audio magnificence.
Rather than blather on and do song comparisons between the Springsteen and Mann versions, or go into asides on how the song incorporates the piano exercise "Chopsticks," or give notes on Manfred Mann (like giving trivia on a friend of the Beatles who was a member of the group for a while), I'll just let the track speak for itself.
(And just for your own gratification, I'm going to provide the lyrics to the song below the video. That way, you can follow along. These lyrics are copied and pasted from a website, so they could be wrong ... proving that it seems everyone hears or mishears things in the song that no one else does.)
The lyrics:
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Madman drummers bummers
and Indians in the summer
with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
as the adolescent pumps
his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
feelin' kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing
sneezing and wheezing
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
And she was blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Some silicone sister
with her manager mister
told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on
sonny to something strong
play that song with the funky break
And go-cart Mozart
was checkin' out the weather chart
to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Burly
came by in his curly-wurly
and asked me if I needed a ride.
Asked me if I need a ride
‘Cause she was blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
She got down but she never got tired,
she's gonna make it to the night.
She's gonna make it through the night
But mama, that’s where the fun is.
But mama, that’s where the fun is.
Mama always told me not to look in to the eyes of the sun,
But mama, that’s where the fun is.
Some brimstone baritone
anticyclone rolling stone
preacher from the east
Says: "Dethrone the dictaphone,
hit it in its funny bone,
that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone
was standin' in the corner,
watchin' the young girls dance.
And some fresh-sown moonstone
was messin' with his frozen zone
reminding him of romance.
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
(Madman drummers bummers
and Indians in the summer
with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
as the adolescent pumps
his way into his hat)
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
(With a boulder on my shoulder
feelin' kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing
sneezing and wheezing
the calliope crashed to the ground)
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
(And now Scott with a slingshot
finally found a tender spot
and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not
whispers daddy's within earshot
save the buckshot, turn up the band.)
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
(Some silicone sister
with her manager mister
told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on
sonny to something strong)
She got down but she never got tired,
she's gonna make it through the night.
Good enough. That'll do, Manfred Mann. That'll do.
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