weaktwos

I recently purchased Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska after being nostalgic about the album for a while. My brother was a total fan years ago, and I had cassette tape recordings of all his stuff, thanks to big bro. But cassettes went out the window, thanks to CDs, and my brother is far away, and there's a gap in my music collection where Springsteen belongs. Some of his songs captivate me.

I was listening to this one on the road, and I would get "all weepy" during the chorus. I remember this song, vaguely, but somehow I glossed over it. Thanks to the events this summer, I find I'm a little be more sensitive than I've ever been. Especially about death. Of course, more than anything I wish that some things (people) that die could come back. Bruce's voice in this sounds particularly sad and desperately hopeful.

ATLANTIC CITY

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

(Chorus)
Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

(Chorus)

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold
And everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City