Springsteen.


Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes
Strung with silver wires
And as we sang
The words would set our hearts on fire
To believe in things
So we’d sing

Remember when the music
Brought us all together
To stand inside the rain
And as we’d join hands
We’d meet in the refrain
With dreams to live
And hope to give

Remember when the music
Was the best that we’d dream of
For our’s children’s time
And as we’d worked we’d sing
Cause we knew time
Was just a lie
A gift to say
A gift that future gave

Remember when the music
Was a rock we could cling to
So we would not despair
And as we sang we’d knew
We’d hear an echo in the air
And if we weren’t smiling then
We’d smile again
And all the times I listened
And all the times I heard
And all the melodies I’m missing
And all the magic words
All the beautiful words
All the beautiful voices
And all the choices we had then
i hope you find you got
Those kind of choices once again

Remember when the music
Brought the night
Across the valley
And as we hum the melody
We’d be safe within the sound
So we’d sleep
To awake with dreams
And promises to keep


- Bruce Springsteen (Tribute to Harry Chapin)


Friday, halfway through to noon, when my stomach is letting itself be heard, missing the breakfast that i didnt care for , I put on borrowed headphones and the only click I can perform are on the songs in which the artists column read as Bruce Springsteen. His low runmbles seep through me and soothes the emptiness in my brain and the growls in my stomach stop because they now can hear a sound which they cannot interrupt.They pay respect.The rumbles progress to a steady voice , filled with conviction and once again I spring on to the springsteen train.

Human touch - "I just want someone to talk to and a little of that human touch." He asks for it, but he also gives. A human touch to my starved senses.Every song of his is inescapable, theyre comfortable and familiar and there by your side in the background. Great artists can also make you chuckle even while you are listening with awe. Sometimes he does that too. Listen to "Remember when the music" (Harry Chapin tribute). Listen to "Sad eyes". Listen to "Secret garden" and bring back the picture of Rene Zelweger with her pout and swollen eyes. Atleast thats what I associate it to. Listen to Glory days and feel the thumping in you, the urge to look up at the sky and think of the Glory days which you cant identify with in reality, because its another time , another place. But when you hear him, you for some reason understand. He makes rock and roll sound like what it should sound like, a sound that gets to you with its honesty and his guitar alternatively tugs at your heart strings and instills a sense of the masses around you. Even though he is talking about America, it still reaches out far and beyond and you recognize traits inherent in every body, issues that have to do with the common man. His music is fulfilling and it has fed my present hunger.I close my eyes and imagine I am at a springsteen concert, being carried away by the sound of the music filling my bottomless well.