Total rip-off Tuesday

I've been listening to Bruce Springsteen's "Nebraska" album a lot lately.  It's a spare and haunting piece of art.  Today my "rip-off" is his song, "My Father's House":


Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall


I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls


I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields


I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path


With the devil snappin' at my heels


I broke through the trees, and there in the night


My father's house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms


But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms


I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart


Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts


I got dressed, and to that house I did ride from out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light


I walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door


I told her my story, and who I'd come for


She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"


My father's house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in the night


Calling and calling, so cold and alone


Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned.


Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)

2 comments:

  1. My favorite Springsteen album.

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  2. Mine, too and I've been re-discovering a lot of its nuances lately.

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