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A sad song: Streets of Philadelphia


Streets of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen 🎢


This is a song that for me is not only linked with the movie Philadelphia. It is also linked with the feeling of being lost, feeling like you are almost invisible, like you do not matter at all to anyone, especially to you yourself. That's why for me this song is so very sad, but strangely enough it also gives me strength, even hope. At the times when I feel lost and very negative about myself, it makes reflect on what I do have, a home, loved ones, security, a future. And even if I can't touch any positive feelings at that moment, I can keep holding on to the knowledge that I do have those things, I just need to find my way back out of the black cloud that surrounds me. This song makes me cry, but that's okay. Those are tears I need to shed anyway to resurface again. 


Lyrics:

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face.
Oh brother are you gonna leave my wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia.

I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone,
At night I could hear the blood in my veins,
It was just as black and whispering as the rain,
On the streets of Philadelphia.

Ain't no angel gonna greet me.
It's just you and I my friends.
And my clothes don't fit me no more,
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin.


Night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake,
I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia.


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