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Springsteen can write great songs, as proved by Bowie ("Saint in the City"), Patti ("Because the Night"), and Waits ("Jersey Girl"), but his originals all come off as pure cheese in my book.
Occasionally if I'm in the mood for such cheese, he works as well as Manilow, who is actually a similar poetic talent. I can't think of a more wonderfully ridiculous lyric than "Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz between what's flesh and what's fantasy/ And the poets down here don't write nothin' at all they just stand back and let it all be" Probably should have taken his own advice, but worth a laugh at the right moment.
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