Late night recovery #9: Born to Run edition

April 17, 2008 at 9:36 pm | Posted in Distractions | Leave a comment
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I don’t really need a reason to post a Springsteen song, but reading this reminded me of why I needed to.

Whenever I try to argue with people that great popular music is as worthy of serious review as the ‘higher brow’ mediums of literature and cinema (yeah, it’s a bit of an uphill task), this is one of the less obscure songs I cite. I still haven’t read of any better words that mix the romance, fatalism and melodrama of youth with the loneliness and disappointment of ageing:

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind

Bruce Springsteen

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