A Translation of "Night Moves" (1976)

‘Wasn't it great in 1962 to be young and fucking? Me and that girl I didn't much like, the one with the great tits. Fucking in my car, the backroom, wherever. We'd fuck in the alley! Mosty we fucked in the woods. And in my car, a 1960 Ford. Fucking at night in the summer. Those were the days.’

I was a little too tall; could've used a few pounds Tight pants points, hardly renowned.*The damn lyrics are so fucking long. The song is fucking long. I'm older than he was when the song was written and I fear I may eventually die before it ends. —ed. She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes. And points of her own, sittin' way up high. Way up firm and high... Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy.*...goes off the rails in several ways, not just in songwriting. —ed. Workin' on mysteries without any clues Workin' on our night moves Tryin' to make some front page, drive-in news Workin' on our night moves In the summertime Umm, in the sweet summertime We weren't in love oh no, far from it, We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit We were just young and restless and bored ...livin' by the sword. And we'd steal away every chance we could To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods I used her, she used me, but neither one cared ....we were gettin' our share. Workin' on our night moves Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues Workin' on our night moves Mmm, and it was summertime Mmm...sweet, summertime summertime Oh, wonderin' Felt the lightning, yeah And I waited on the thunder ...waited on the thunder I woke last night to the sound of thunder*I am convinced, truly, that he heard the sound of thunder. —ed. How far off I sat and wondered? Started hummin' a song from 1962 Ain't it funny how the night moves? When you just don't seem to have as much to lose? Strange how the night moves With autumn closin' in Mmm, night moves, mmm

[night moves]*The choice of '[night moves]' as a transcription of the background chorus grates on me because it's not even amusingly annoying. —ed. night moves

[night moves] yeah

[night moves] I remember

[night moves] ah, I sure remember the night moves

[night moves] ain't it funny how you remember?

[night moves] funny how you remember

[night moves] I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember

[night moves] oh, oh, oh we were workin', workin' and practicin' [night moves] workin' and practicin'[night moves]oh,onthenightmovesnightmovesNightmovesoh[night moves]Iremember

Yeahyeahyeah, I remember*And it doesn't go completely off the rails until the end where he, apparently, was doing whippets between takes. —ed.

[night moves] ooo [night moves]

I remember,

Lord I remember,

Lord I remember

!Night moves!

ha, ha, ooh-hoo

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh huh, uh huh

I remember,

I remember

I*The rambling, fading out is also the mind coming unmoored just before unconsciousness. —ed.

A Translation of "Night Moves" (1976), Bob Seger