Held Up Without A Gun #1
Bruce Springsteen Lyrics


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My life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation
I hear the real, thought far off hymn
That hails the new creation
Above the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?

What through the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth
What through the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of Heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging




When friends by shame are undefiled,
How can I keep from singing?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics presented here are actually the first verse of a hymn titled "How Can I Keep from Singing?", which has been covered and adapted by numerous artists throughout the years, including Bruce Springsteen in his song "Held Up Without A Gun". The hymn is a celebration of faith and the enduring power of song, even in the face of adversity and turmoil. The hymn writer finds solace in the music, which seems to connect them to a greater, more transcendent reality beyond the everyday struggles and suffering of life on earth.


Springsteen's version of the hymn retains the same uplifting, anthemic quality while adding his own lyrics that speak to the political and social realities of his time. The lines "When tyrants tremble, sick with fear/And hear their death-knell ringing" suggest a moment of revolution or uprising, where the powerful are suddenly brought low and the oppressed rise up in triumph. The final verse, which mentions "prison cell and dungeon vile", suggests that even in the bleakest and most oppressive circumstances, music and love can provide a source of dignity and hope.


Line by Line Meaning

My life flows on in endless song
My existence continues with a continuous rhythm


Above earth's lamentation
Despite the sorrow on this planet


I hear the real, thought far off hymn
I listen to the genuine, but distant melody


That hails the new creation
Welcoming a fresh beginning


Above the tumult and the strife,
Overcoming the chaos and conflict,


I hear the music ringing;
I listen to the sound resonating through me;


It sounds an echo in my soul
It reverberates inside my being;


How can I keep from singing?
How could I prevent myself from singing?


What through the tempest loudly roars,
Amidst the violent storm,


I hear the truth, it liveth
I hear the genuine, living reality


What through the darkness round me close,
Amidst the darkness that surrounds me,


Songs in the night it giveth
It presents songs in the night


No storm can shake my inmost calm
No tumult can disturb my inner peace


While to that rock I'm clinging
Because I hold onto that foundation firmly,


Since love is lord of Heaven and earth
As love governs the cosmos,


How can I keep from singing?
How could I prevent myself from singing?


When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
When oppressors shake with anxiety,


And hear their death-knell ringing,
And listen to the sounds of their impending doom,


When friends rejoice both far and near,
When friends celebrate, whether near or far,


How can I keep from singing?
How could I prevent myself from singing?


In prison cell and dungeon vile
Even in a loathsome cell or dungeon


Our thoughts to them are winging
We send our thoughts to them,


When friends by shame are undefiled,
When friends remain pure despite disgrace,


How can I keep from singing?
How could I prevent myself from singing?




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

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