So, last time I wrote it was to give you the first lot of my top ten Springsteen songs. To be honest, even as I write this, I have no idea what two of the ten will be. It’s that much of a hard one. Lets start with the first three and go from there?
Growin’ Up
In order to explain why I love this song so much and relate to it, I need to introduce you to little me. Imagine me as a kid – awkward, in hand me down clothes that had seen my sister, then my cousins and then come back to me. I played a lot of football- not soccer which may have been acceptable amongst my female peers, but AFL. I liked rough sports. I played cricket and was interested in boxing . I was different, no doubt about it. I think my parents thought they’d had a little boy at some point.
I listened to heavy music rather than pop- I got into Silverchair when I was 6. I was the first one of my friends to fall in love. I saw a boy in the same class as me on the first day of Primary School and I was pretty sure I had life all figured out.
If only I’d heard Bruce then. If I had heard Growin’ Up when I was a kid, maybe I wouldn’t have felt so much like a square peg in a round hole?
It’s not just the fact that this song is the perfect way to describe little me, it’s that it’s just Bruce and a guitar. It’s so intimate, it’s perfect for childhood rebellion and reminiscing and nothing seems to capture everything I went through better. Aside from that, what a song! It’s on the list.
Long Walk Home and Terry’s Song.
It’s probably dangerous to write about these two together(especially on public transport!), but they seem to go hand in hand for the same reason- they are both perfect songs of loss and I can’t really listen to either of them for too long without clear liquid leaking from my eyes – not a good look in public. No songs affect me quite the same way or quite as rapidly. They’re on the list.
Dream Baby Dream.
My mum loves this song. Whenever I hear it, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I think of her. Mums are important. I love my mum. As you can tell from above, she’s put up with a lot. There are maybe three songs ever that make me think of my mum. This is one of them.
Streets Of Fire
Well, after little me came teenage me. Teenage me was different. everything I knee was dead- my hopes were gone, they’d been drowned or stabbed or pulled under a car or were just missing and in it’s place was anger. I was 16, confused and pissed! Everything I knew was a lie.
Streets Of Fire is the perfect song for teenage me, right from the start with it’s gentle piano intro. It’s moving and brooding and angry without being outraged. I feel like there’s a tension there in the quiet of the song, which is perfect for the kid that never said anything but couldn’t feel the cold – or the heat for that matter. I just didn’t notice things- as a result, I now notice everything.
The lyrics are perfect, the sound is perfect and even the bloody guitar is perfect. It’s not often that I love a guitar part in a song, but I do this one. It lets go just enough. It goes on the list.
Of course, there are some songs I feel like I should mention- most of them. Cover Me was hard pressed to miss out, as was Tenth Avenue, The E Street Shuffle, Tunnel of Love, Human Touch, Secret Garden and Streets Of Philadelphia. We Are Alive, Backstreets, High Hopes and Because The Night also rate a mention, but this was a top ten and there just weren’t enough bloody places. Anyway, hope you’ve enjoyed the list. Have a great day.