Every morning I ride a few minutes to my school crossing and park my bicycle under my Detectorists tree.
I peer into the rear-view mirror/ at my sister’s baby face/The tears brimming
It was a bit of an eye and ear opener. Not that I haven’t heard some of those Springsteen songs before, but I wasn’t really listening at the time.
It’s a song about the frisson of sexual and romantic connection and what’s so piquant and poignant about it is that the film is about dashed opportunities for such possibilities.
Papa, I understood how you stood against the world when it came to the principles you protected. I understood your sense of space in that old pawnshop where you read books by Alexandre Dumas and Arthur Conan Doyle.
The sea and the wind and the open sky all there inside the song.