Asbury Park
Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be.
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded,
not even dead,
Tonight in Jungleland.
Something of an epic, part of which was used as an epigraph for Stephen King's monumental post-apocalyptic novel, The Stand (the title of which comes from a line above), in its final verses Bruce Springsteen's Jungleland almost seems to transcend the medium itself. Something I never noticed before is the tip o' the hat to F. Scott Fitzgerald with a line in the previous verse
Beneath the city two hearts beat,
Soul engines running through a night so tender
Soul engines running through a night so tender
11 comments:
Definitely some great lines. I'll listen to Springsteen singing it.
Springsteen had an early album ...
"(something, something) Asbury Park"
and
GREAT lines in that what you quote at the top..
me thinks go straight to a
starry dingle
and to my books to savor (again) Crazy Jane
et cetera
Charles, thanks, hope you enjoy it - congrats on the forthcoming pub from your secret project. Sounds like fun.
Hey, Ed, yeah, lived a few miles from Asbury a lot of years - used to pass his house all the time, would see him here and there - most folks just let him be - pretty regular guy ...
As for Mr. Yeats, that's a whole nother thang ...
"Greetings from Asbury Park"
Don:
With greatest respect for an interesting blog site I read regulary, I must say I think any connection between William Butler Yeats and Spruce Springstein is a very spectacular leap, one which I cannot make myself.
Regards!
J.L.S.
Dear Anon:
Apples and Oranges
Oranges and Apples
just discard the one with the green fuzzy "stuff'
growing on the circumference!
Yes indeed. Point well taken. I could also work on my spelling, as in "regularly" and "Bruce Springsteen".
Best,
J.L.S.
J. L. S.,
Well, I guess I'm stretching a bit on that so your thoughts are not only duly noted, but graciously acknowledged.
For the purposes of the litrock connection "the poets down here don't write nothing at all," along with the Fitzgerald ref, was enough to qualify "Jungle Land" for the Service; the rest was extraneous icing.
Thanks as always for the close reading.
Mark, thanks for the title reminder ... Don
yeah
thanks Mark
sure is good that some of us "olde" guys still around and retain their pre-Alzheimer memories...
as
what else are we but
our memories?
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