There's something about how Bruce Springsteen uses incredibly evocative, poetic lyrics to tap into just about every aspect of life and tell spellbinding, greatly moving stories, without ever (well, almost) losing sense of what makes great music or compromising his artistic integrity that I just can't fuckin' stand. Bring on the faggy 70s disco anthems, wooo!!!!

How can anybody even compare;

The night fever, night fever: we know how to do it.
Gimme the night fever, night fever: we know how to show it.
In the heat of our love, don't need no help for us to make it.
Gimme just enough takin’ us to the mornin'.
I got fire in my mind. I get higher in my walkin',
And I'm glowin' in the dark; I give you warnin'.

to

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest
Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap
They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

I mean, come on! Read that "good" bullshit! What a cunt! The Bee Gees sing about the real important, touching things in life, such as boogying and its ilk. Hauntingly blunt lyrical portraits of a man's execution? What a pile of shit. I wanna partaaaaaaaaaay damnit!