Glory Days (1984)

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I had a friend was a big baseball player   Back in high school

He could throw that speedball by you     Make you look like a fool boy

Saw him the other night at this road side bar

I was walking in, he was walking out

We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks

But all he kept talking about was glory days…

Glory Days is a song of reminiscence. How long do we hold on to the past? How do we reconcile our past glories with our current situation? When did life stop being about baseball and girls and start being about mortgages and car repairs? Take this chance meeting between two old friends described in the first verse. After the obligatory small talk about where they now reside, how many kids they have, and whether they are married or divorced, where does the conversation go? “All he kept talking about was glory days.” Seeing an old friend brings you back to a simpler time.

We see many examples of the idea of escape in Springsteen’s writing. This conversation is an escape. “Remember that game when you struck out the first 5 batters?” “Yeah, but without your bases-clearing triple, we don’t win that game.” “Man, what a game. Bartender, another round!” By reliving childhood through shared memories, they are no longer adults. They are teenagers. In the morning, they will fight off a booze-induced headache and commute to a 9-to-5 job that serves as both tormentor and savior; a return to the real world. But for that one night, the glory days are as real as anything.

Well there’s a girl who lived up the block   Back in school she could turn all the boy’s heads

Sometimes on a Friday I’ll stop by and have a few drinks   After she put her kids to bed

Her and her husband Bobby, well they split up

I guess it’s two years gone by now

We just sit around talking about the old times

She says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about, glory days…

Just like we all knew the kid with the 90 mph fastball, we also all knew that girl—always in the homecoming court and a look that would bring you to your knees. But where is she now? Where is she now that 20 years have burned down that road? The mental image of the 17 year old with the killer smile morphs into a more sober reality: divorced mom with two kids fighting to hold together what’s left of her family. Friday nights at the high school dance are now Friday nights with an old friend and an empty bottle of Riesling to collect the tears. But the old friend and the memories provide the escape. Gone are the divorce lawyers and the marriage counseling bills, and for just a few hours she’s back in that high school cafeteria. “Remember that time Katy Goodwin snuck the Peach Schnapps up the bleachers of the homecoming game?” “Yes! And how she fell down the entire set of steps on her ass?” “Man, her parents wouldn’t let her out of the house for a month.” “You want to open another bottle?” Escape can be a wonderful thing. You know that feeling when you start to cry and end up just laughing instead? This verse of the song captures exactly that.

Now I think I’m going down to the well tonight     And I’m gonna drink till I get my fill

And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it, but I probably will

Yeah, just sitting back, trying to recapture, a little of the glory of,

Well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but

Boring stories of glory days…

We hope for a brighter future than our past. We don’t want to envision ourselves just sitting back, trying to recapture our past glories. Even though our past may have been great, we still hope to improve our lives with each day that passes. In reality, however, it is difficult to live up to nostalgia. We long for what we can’t get back: our innocence, our jauntiness, our youth. We pine for it. The funny thing about “boring stories of glory days” is that they are anything but. If you lived it, it’s never boring. That’s why we tell the same damn stories over and over again: because they immortalize a part of us that we can’t get back. So, I think I am going down to the well tonight. And I just might drink until I get my fill. And if time slips away, and leaves me with nothing but boring old high school stories? I think I’ll be just fine.

 

“Glory Days” appears on Bruce Springsteen’s 1984 album Born In The U.S.A.

Land Of Hope And Dreams (1999)

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Grab your ticket and your suitcase

Thunder’s rolling down this track

Well you don’t know where you’re going now

But you know you won’t be back…

The opening lines to this eternally optimistic Bruce song harken back to his previous songs of escape. Remember how Thunder Road’s two lanes could take us anywhere? We didn’t really care where; we just knew it was better than here. The two lanes of open road are now replaced by the rails, ties, and spikes of the American railroad system. But the destination remains the same: a better place. Picture the old migratory workers, who we colloquially refer to as “hobos,” hopping from train to train in search of a better job, a better pay, a better life. This is their train.

Well, darlin’ if you’re weary

Lay your head upon my chest

We’ll take what we can carry

Yeah, and we’ll leave the rest…

We don’t need much on this trip; just your head upon my chest. We can leave everything else behind. These are the two young lovers from Thunder Road, leaving that town full of losers and hopping a train to a land where hope lives. This is their train.

Leave behind your sorrows

Let this day be the last

Tomorrow there’ll be sunshine

And all this darkness past…

We all experience some form of sorrow in our life. Look at some of the characters from Springsteen’s Nebraska album; Johnny 99 or Frankie for example. They made mistakes. In some ways, they made their own sorrow. In some ways, society may have pushed it on them. The bottom line, however, is that they are in a bad place. Some of it is of our own doing. This train provides light when all else seems dark. There is sunshine down at the end of these tracks. This is their train.

This train

Carries saints and sinners

This train

Carries losers and winners

This train

Carries whores and gamblers

This train

Carries lost souls

I said this train

Dreams will not be thwarted

This train

Faith will be rewarded…

The Land of Hope and Dreams is an inclusive place. If you have faith, love, and desire, we’ll see you there. If you have the will to get up after being repeatedly knocked down, we’ll see you there. The Land of Hope and Dreams is not for the pessimists among us. They can stay home. It is for the optimists; the ones who know there’s a better place somewhere. It is for the ones who see the beauty in life, no matter how cruel it has been to them. So come saints and sinners, come losers and winners; the Land of Hope and Dreams waits for us all. Grab your ticket and your suitcase, because this is our train.

 

“Land of Hope and Dreams” was a staple of the 1999-2000 E street Band reunion tour. It’s first studio appearance is on 2012’s Wrecking Ball. Jon Stewart requested that the band perform this song as his last “moment of zen” on the final episode of “The Daily Show.”

Springsteen Lyrics & I

Oftentimes my birthday puts me in a bit of a reflective mood. I tend to weigh the good and the bad of the last year and hope that the scales are tipped in my favor. They usually are. In the spirit of this reflective mood, I thought I’d compile a list of 10 Bruce lyrics that have helped me grow, helped me love, helped me laugh, and helped me cry. Lyrics that have shaped the person I am today.

10. Well so much has happened to me that I don’t understand

       All I can think of is being five years old following behind you at the beach

      Tracing your footprints in the sand

     Trying to walk like a man.  –“Walk Like A Man”

My father was my first hero. There’s a fine line between being a parent and being a friend and nobody walked that line better than he did. Never pushed too hard, but always made sure I had the guidance I needed to navigate this world that seemed increasingly hell-bent on beating you down. I remember being on the beach, following his footprints in the sand. And I remember wanting nothing more than to be like him.

9. When I lost you honey, sometimes I think I lost my guts too

      And I wish God would send me a word

     Send me something I’m afraid to lose. –“Drive All Night”

Everyone has experienced a break up. In hindsight, some were more devastating than others, but they all felt the same at the time. It really did feel like your guts had been ripped from your body and you were left with nothing. You were dying inside, just waiting for something to make you whole again. I no longer have anything that I’m afraid to lose, you took all that when you left. We like to think of every love as everlasting, and it hurts when we realize that sometimes it’s not.

8. Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk. –“Thunder Road”

I got my first guitar when I was in high school. It was a black Fender acoustic that my parents bought for me from Luca Music in North Providence, RI. My old man had taught me a few chords already, so I wasn’t a complete stranger to the instrument. But it wasn’t until I got my very own that I started to find my voice, both literally and figuratively. To this day, I am a different person when I pick up a guitar; lost in a world that no one else can go to but me.

7. I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd

     But when they said sit down I stood up. –“Growin’ Up”

I spent a lot of time in the “clouded wrath of the crowd” growing up. I had a tendency to blend in more than I stood out. But there was always a place a bit deeper inside of me that was drawn to the anti-authority, rebellious youth. Sometimes I would stand up when they told me to sit down. This song always reminds me to let your freak flag fly every now and then. Don’t always conform. Dye your hair, get a tattoo, and quit your shitty job. It feels good sometimes.

6. Now you hung with me when all the others turned away, turned up their nose

    We liked the same music, we liked the same bands, we liked the same clothes…

   And I’m just calling one last time not to change your mind

   But just to say I miss you baby, good luck, goodbye, Bobby Jean. –“Bobby Jean”

I have a good number of friends who have moved to all different parts of the country. I miss them. The memories of the good times are so real, and they never cease to make me smile. They have all carved out great lives for themselves, and I would certainly never ask them to change their mind. But I would like to just say that I miss them. Good luck, goodbye.

5. Now judge, judge I had debts no honest man could pay

     The bank was holdin’ my mortgage and they was takin’ my house away

     Now I ain’t sayin’ that makes me an innocent man

    But it was more than all this that put that gun in my hand.-“Johnny 99”

We are all just a “pink slip” away from having our worlds turned upside down. This song always reminds me not to judge those whose shoes I have not walked in, for I know not where they’ve been. It also reminds me that no matter how bad it gets, I must keep my head together, for the sake of myself and my family. Poverty leads to destitution which leads to crime which leads to prison. It’s a slippery slope that anyone could find themselves sliding down.

4. So tell me what I see, when I look in your eyes

    Is that you baby, or just a brilliant disguise? –“Brilliant Disguise”

We all wear masks. Finding love is about removing those masks. When I first started dating my wife, we both wore some brilliant disguises. It takes a long time to let someone all the way in. Now, 20 years later, we’re as naked as can be. What you see is what you get- warts and all. And I couldn’t be happier.

3. Whenever somebody’s fighting for a place to stand

   Or a decent job or a helping hand

   Wherever somebody’s struggling to be free

   Look in their eyes, ma, you’ll see me. –“The Ghost Of Tom Joad”

I’ve always had an interest in the quest for social justice in an unjust world. We sometimes give in to the mindset that all poor people must be lazy and all rich people must work so hard. Though sometimes there may be shards of truth in this thinking, the reality is that it is never that simple. Not by a long shot. “Boot straps” alone are not enough, everyone needs a little help now and then. Bruce likes to write about the gap between “the American Dream and the American Reality.” This song might be his best work on the subject.

2. We busted out of class, had to get away from those fools

    We learned more from a three minute record baby

    Than we ever learned in school. –“No Surrender”

I’ll admit it; I wasn’t the greatest student as a teenager. I knew what I had to do to get by and I did just that. To this day, I’m still not exactly sure why I need to know the hypotenuse of anything. My education was formed more by Exile On Main Street, Synchronicity, and Darkness On the Edge of Town than it was by Trigonometry, Physics, and World Civ. From Bruce’s music alone, I learned about faith, hope, love, despair, anger, tolerance, work ethic, crime, punishment, optimism, pessimism, values, and love for your fellow man. I don’t remember seeing that in a Math book.

1. For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside

    That it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive. –“Badlands”

This one lyric may have taught me more about life than anything. It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive. Have your morning coffee out on the deck. Take a hike in the mountains. Put on your favorite album and crank the shit out of it and dance and sing and smile. Laugh at a corny joke. Put on Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue and sit by a fire. Do a shot of whiskey every now and then; it cleans your insides out a little bit. Stay awake until the sun comes up. Sleep until noon. Hug your kids until you almost break their ribs. Kiss your wife, your husband, your boyfriend, your girlfriend but dammit, kiss someone. Because life is too short. The last things you want are regrets on your deathbed. Live life to the fullest every day, every minute, every second. And always remember: It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive.

Thunder Road (1975)

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The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves

Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.

To borrow a line from Prince, dig if you will a picture… a young girl, new-love’s smile on her face as she sashays onto her rickety front porch. As the door slams behind her, we hear Roy Orbison’s tranquilizing voice telling us how only the lonely know how he feels. The sun is ablaze and there is a slight, sweet breeze that induces a gentle wave on the girl’s dress. From the dreamy smile on her face we see that she is happy, though perhaps a bit nervous, for what lies ahead. This is the opening scene to our movie.

“Thunder Road” is as cinematic a piece of songwriting as there is in the Springsteen canon- perhaps the rock and roll canon. This is a movie about love, cars, youth, faith, and beauty. This is a movie about courage, fear, escape, pain, and redemption. This is a movie about release, about finding a way out and taking it no matter the risks or the costs. When you drive down “Thunder Road,” you’re not entirely sure where it leads, but you know it’s better than where you came from.

Don’t run back inside darling you know just what I’m here for

So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore

Show a little faith there’s magic in the night, you ain’t a beauty but hey, you’re alright

Oh, and that’s alright with me.

Any kind of escape starts with the notion of faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your dreams, faith in your decisions. It’s very easy for Mary to run back inside, to give into to her fear of the unknown. As they say, the devil you know… But her young friend’s faith never wavers. There is magic in the night and we are going to ride that magic all the way to the Promised Land, just you and me.

Hey what else can we do now except roll down the windows and let the wind blow back your hair

Well the night’s busting open these two lanes can take us anywhere.

American cinema has been filled with movies about the open road. From “Easy Rider” to “Thelma and Louise,” there is something liberating about the wind in your hair as you speed to a new and unknown destination. Our daring young actor is doing everything in his power to get Mary to leave behind this tired town and take a chance on their new found love. Surely there’s more to this world than this old, decrepit front porch that’s a rusty nail away from collapsing in a heap of broken dreams. The night is not just open to us, it is busting open and with these two lanes of concrete we can go anywhere in the world. All she has to do is just take his hand.

And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk

From your front porch to my front seat, the door’s open but the ride ain’t free.

The ride is never free. There is going to be a cost. Our young lovers may struggle, they may run out of money, hell, they might even doubt their love at times. But is that enough to not give it a try? You’re only young once and there is an entire world of possibilities ahead of you. We see him pleading, “How long are you going to let this world kick you around like a dog before you take a chance- a chance on me, a chance on love, a chance on us? My car’s right out back, the door is open, all you gotta do is hop in.”

So Mary climb in

It’s a town full of losers, and I’m pulling out of here to win.

The opening scene to our movie ends here. You decide where you want to take it. Bruce Springsteen once described “Thunder Road” as “an invitation.” I invite you to write the rest of the script. Does Mary run back inside to what is familiar? Do the far-reaching tentacles of this town full of losers snatch another victim? Or does she take that long walk to his front seat and embark on a cross-country exploration of the soul? The camera zooms in on our leading man. In the background is a car, passenger door ajar. His hand is outstretched. “Show a little faith Mary, there’s magic in the night.” Fade to black. The rest is up to you.

 

“Thunder Road” is the opening track (an invitation, if you will) on Bruce Springsteen’s 1975 album Born To Run.