Happy Fourth of July, folks, from a Jersey girl named Sandy.
(Bruce is singing to me, and me alone, by the bye.
Us down the shore on this warm July, our carnival life forever.)
4th of July Asbury Park (Sandy) - Bruce Springsteen
It might be unhealthy of me to automatically follow anyone who posts a song from The Wild, The Innocent and the E-Street Shuffle, but it hasn’t hurt me yet.
“Sandy” was the last song from WIESS, my favorite album forever and always, that I fell in love with. Immediately it sounds like the epitome of a song that has aged badly, something that can only exist in the end credits of a soapy 70s romance, what with Bruce’s whispers and the acoustic guitar and tunnel-of-love accordion and a girl named Sandy of all things. But then you realize that these lyrics (especially these verses) are the most beautiful lyrics to any song that has ever been written, and I don’t even think I can explain why.
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down by the south beach drag?
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught.
And they kept me spinning, didn’t think I’d ever get off.
