The Atlantic Ocean is the second-largest of the world's oceanic divisions. With a total area of about 106,400,000 square kilometres (41,100,000 sq mi), it covers approximately 20% of the Earth's surface and about 26% of its water surface area. The first part of its name refers to Atlas of Greek mythology, making the Atlantic the "Sea of Atlas".
The oldest known mention of "Atlantic" is in The Histories of Herodotus around 450 BC (Hdt. 1.202.4): Atlantis thalassa (Greek: Ἀτλαντὶς θάλασσα; English: Sea of Atlas); see also: Atlas Mountains. The term Ethiopic Ocean, derived from Ethiopia, was applied to the southern Atlantic ocean as late as the mid-19th century. Before Europeans discovered other oceans, the term "ocean" itself was synonymous with the waters beyond the Strait of Gibraltar that we now know as the Atlantic. The early Greeks believed this ocean to be a gigantic river encircling the world.
The Atlantic Ocean occupies an elongated, S-shaped basin extending longitudinally between Europe and Africa to the east, and the Americas to the west. As one component of the interconnected global ocean, it is connected in the north to the Arctic Ocean (which is sometimes considered a sea of the Atlantic), to the Pacific Ocean in the southwest, the Indian Ocean in the southeast, and the Southern Ocean in the south. (Other definitions describe the Atlantic as extending southward to Antarctica.) The equator subdivides it into the North Atlantic Ocean and South Atlantic Ocean.
Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen (born September 23, 1949), nicknamed "The Boss," is an American singer-songwriter-performer who records and tours with the E Street Band. Springsteen is widely known for his brand of heartland rock, poetic lyrics, and Americana sentiments centered on his native New Jersey.
Springsteen's recordings have included both commercially accessible rock albums and more somber folk-oriented works. His most successful studio albums, Born in the U.S.A. and Born to Run, showcase a talent for finding grandeur in the struggles of daily American life; he has sold more than 65 million albums in the United States and more than 120 million worldwide and he has earned numerous awards for his work, including 21 Grammy Awards, two Golden Globes and an Academy Award. He is widely regarded by many as one of the most influential songwriters of the 20th century, and in 2004, Rolling Stone ranked him as the 23rd Greatest Artist of all time.
Springsteen was born in Long Branch, New Jersey, and spent his childhood and high school years in Freehold Borough. He lived on South Street in Freehold Borough and attended Freehold Borough High School. His father, Douglas Frederick Springsteen, was of Dutch and Irish ancestry and worked, among other vocations, as a bus driver, although he was frequently unemployed; his surname is Dutch for jump stone. His mother, Adele Ann (née Zerilli), was a legal secretary and was of Italian ancestry. His maternal grandfather was born in Vico Equense, a city near Naples. He has two younger sisters, Virginia and Pamela. Pamela had a brief film career, but left acting to pursue still photography full time; she took photos for the Human Touch and Lucky Town albums.
Roderick David "Rod" Stewart, CBE (born 10 January 1945) is a British singer-songwriter, born and raised in North London, England, and currently residing in Epping. He is of Scottish and English ancestry.
With his distinctive raspy singing voice, Stewart came to prominence in the late 1960s and early 1970s with The Jeff Beck Group and then Faces. He launched his solo career in 1969 with his debut album An Old Raincoat Won't Ever Let You Down (US: The Rod Stewart Album). His work with The Jeff Beck Group and Faces influenced heavy metal genres.
With his career in its fifth decade, Stewart has sold over 100 million records worldwide, making him one of the best selling artists of all time. In the UK, he has had six consecutive number one albums, and his tally of 62 hit singles include 31 that reached the top 10, six of which gained the number one position. He has had 16 top ten singles in the U.S, with four of these reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100. In 2008, Billboard magazine ranked him the 17th most successful artist on the "The Billboard Hot 100 Top All-Time Artists". He was voted at #33 in Q Magazine's list of the top 100 Greatest Singers of all time, and #59 on Rolling Stone 100 Greatest Singers of all time. As a solo artist, Stewart was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994, and was inducted a second time, as a member of Faces, in April 2012.
I hope all my days will be lit by your face
I hope all the years will hold tight our promises
I don't want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't want to be old and feel afraid
I don't want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't want to be old and feel afraid
And if I need anything at all
I need a place that's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
'Cause now the room is spinning
I’ve said words that brought you here
And in dreams you never sounded so clear
I found reasons to drag you still
Selfish seasons change against my will
It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go
You think you’re breathing alone
But you’re breathing on my neck
And I was sleeping when you walked in
And now you’re crawling up my back
And I’m watching as you dress
You think I’m standing in the way
But I’m tasting the things
That you will never say
It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go
What if words so weak could mean a real thing?
At least I know that you would never see
But if I can’t give you anything but me
Well, I would be content
Believe me, please
It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go
It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go
Atlantic
I've walked away,
For another day to join a dance for a better world
To express the anguish for the hate today of a new generation's rise.
I've watched them build a cage around the world
To save the sky for the human mind.
I break down and cry,
And wish for more drugs,
To let me dance through other, safer worlds.
Take this cry from me,
The sense of all the sanity keeps falling from my hands,
I cannot see the sun anymore.
I have to hold my head still.
Dead still.
Real still.
Take this file away.
The burning of the Atlantic sea
And its beautiful cry for death.
I saw angels tear of their own wings,
I have to keep them from falling, falling, falling
I have to keep them from falling
There's a fine line between love and hate
gets harder and harder to communicate
every word is a weapon, every day is a war
you start to lose sight of what your life is for.
wake up in a sweat in the middle of the night
you're dazed and confused feel so uptight.
it's hard to see which direction you're going
When you're caught in the crossfire there's no way of knowing.
Oh, Oh, got to leave in the hands of fate
There's nothing else we can do
Oh, Oh, got to leave in the hands of fate
it's not up to me and you.
We've been tried so long by an emotional strain
it's a hard road we travel between
pleasure and pain.
it's like drowning in the desert,
like freezing in hell
caught up in the madness and we can't
break the spell.
you hide all your fears in the dark of the night
but you can,t hide the truth
in the cold morning light
you're faced with the fact there's just too much confusion
you'r caught up in the trap of a shattered ilussion.
Oh, Oh, got to leave in the hands of fate
There's nothing else we can do
Oh, Oh, got to leave in the hands of fate
it's not up to me and you.
we walk on broken glasswe speak of love we made
why does this attitude
beseech this life we hate?
when i'm alone at night
asking for what we all want
and you're so far away
some greater cause
stop me from falling
my bridges are burning
the circle is broken
this house is forbidden
you say this is madness
you say i won't listen
i try but i can't
get a grip
we gave away our game
when we were seventeen
the memories still fade
of how we could have been
stop me from falling
my bridges are burning
the circle is broken
this house is forbidden
you say this is madness
you say i won't listen
i try but i can't
get a grip
I cannot see you over and underI cannot make you out
from the crowd
Search a whole world to find you and never once did I
wonder
If I should tell you I love you, if I should tell you
out loud
I crossed the Atlantic
I crossed the Emerald Isles
I've been to mountain tops
Where you could see for miles
Crossed the rivers, but all I came to find
Is that I've never crossed your mind
No, I never crossed your mind
Never before and never again
Are you and I bound to find a love like this again
I want to tell you how the sun rises off the coast of
Japan
I want to tell you more about me, let you know who I am
But you don't care
I crossed the Atlantic
I crossed the Emerald Isles
I've been to mountain tops
Where you could see for miles
Crossed the rivers, but all I came to find
Is that I've never crossed your mind
No, I never crossed your mind
This world is too wide for you to be lonely
I'm wide open to just me and you only
I crossed the Atlantic
I crossed the Emerald Isles
I've been to mountain tops
Where you could see for miles
Crossed the rivers, but all I came to find
Is that I've never crossed your mind
o beautiful, for spacious skies i put aside.
purple majesty, you restless thing.
don't abandon me.
maybe i've lost my faith in history,
and the only thing i believe in now
is the sound of the atlantic.
o beautiful, from sea to sea, famously shining.
o beautiful, for gravity.
be with me through this century.
in the east the sun rises, there are hurricanes.
i can taste the salt water.
and when the earth is only dust and brine,
It's been so long
And tin cans and string for years
Is all that we've known
Could it be you're really here?
'Cause my eyes are open
And everything still moves in slow motion
Breathless and blue, and behind your eyes
The sea oceans of light envelop me
But things can't be as they seem
I'm so far from home
This must be another dream
The earth should have opened
And swallowed us in
Stop at nothing inside us
Then a wind should have risen
From the deep mouth of our sea
And things should have been as they used to be
There is a doorway, a running sea inside of me
There is a calling inside of me, flowing from me
Inside of me (the)
Atlantic
Last call
Last hope for the last of the creed
Last call. Doorway
Your waters will spread inside me
The earth should have opened
And swallowed us in
Stop at nothing inside us
And when we meet again
The mountain I will be
Casting my shadow over your seas
There is a doorway. A running sea inside of me
There is a calling inside of me. Flowing from me
Inside of me (the)
Atlantic
Last call
Last hope for the last of the creed
Last call. Doorway
Your waters will spread inside me
"I am water turned blood
I am fury turned hope."
(The) Atlantic
Last call
Last hope for the last of the creed
Last call. Doorway
This is not who I am, I’m still hiding
I’m waiting in my own reflection
Hands shaking with anxiety
Heart beating out of time
Only I can hear my breath at night
This is not who I was hoping to become
This shell of a man
This dark exterior given to
Stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears
This is not who I was hoping to become
This shell of a man (My Hands are shaking with anxiety)
This dark exterior…
Only I can hear my breath at night
This is not who I was hoping to become
This shell of a man
This dark exterior given to
Stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears
Steal this night from me
Take it and make it your own
These are not the nights I wish for
These nights are cold and unrelenting
These nights are depressing
These nights bring knives
So as they can carve themselves into my memory
Leave me here alone
Kill the breeze on your way out
And let me ferment in my own self-pity
Let me ferment, let me ferment in my own self-pity
These are not the nights I wish for
These nights are cold and unrelenting
These nights are depressing
These nights bring knives
These nights bring knives
Leave me here alone…
Leave me here alone…
Kill the breeze on your way out