Springsteen Lyrics of the Week - Racing in the Street

"Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racin' in the street"
- Racing in the Street, Darkness on the Edge of Town

In my time as a Springsteen fan, I've digested a lot of opinions from other music experts on his work.  Two works I would recommend are Bruce Springsteen and Philosophy, and the second DVD of Bruce Springsteen Road Trip.  One song that is frequently analyzed in both books is the above-quoted "Racing in the Street".  This song has never been a particular favorite of mine, but the spotlighted lines are some of Bruce's best.

This verse describes what people may do in terrible situations.  There are many courses of action one can take when the world is piling garbarge on their life, but Bruce only describes two here.  One is just internalizing the sadness, giving up and letting it destroy the soul.  The other option is to go "racing in the street"; to throw yourself into the woefulness of it all with a "devil-may-care" attitude and embrace the misery.  Curiously, the option of fighting back and making a change is missing here, but I've chosen to interpret that these circumstances are not of one's own doing, but rather of outside forces that one cannot control.

Funnily enough, it wasn't any major tragedy in my life that inspired this post; it was disgust with the management of a professional sports team I follow.  Years of fandom has grinded at my soul, but I am not a participant in the team's decision-making process at all; there is nothing I can do to rectify the situation.  So, rather than letting the losses kill me piece-by-piece, I'm just going to buckle up and try to enjoy the ride.

Springsteen Lyrics of the Week: The Promise

"I lived a secret I should'a kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it"
- The Promise, The Promise

A secret or a past transgression is a common theme in Bruce’s songs (see our recent post on “Unsatisfied Heart”). In “The Promise” the reveal of a secret is the inciting incident that the leads the song’s narrator to reflect on his life in this painful tale of regret.

There’s a quality to this song, most specifically in the lyrics highlighted above, which makes me think the narrator is talking about his closeted homosexuality. While there isn’t conclusive evidence for this and the familiar iconography of the Challenger driving down Route 9 invokes blue collar Middle America, lost potential, and “Racing in the Streets,” there are a few lyrics that give room for speculation in regard to sexuality.

It could be in reference to a number of things, but the phrase “living a secret” directly describes a profound difference between the private and public self. There’s also the character of Billy, who bookends the song with his reference in the opening lyric and his return in the conclusion:

Thunder Road, Billy and me we'd always say /
Thunder Road, we were gonna take it all and throw it all away

Bruce has told many a tale of intense male friendship that may or may not be romantic, “Backstreets” being an often cited example. In the book, “Runaway dream: Born to run and Bruce Springsteen's American vision,” Louis P. Masur debunks the homosexual reading of “Backstreets” by citing live performances where Bruce’s storytelling reveals Terry to be a girl. Similarly, most analyses of “The Promise” lump it with “Racing in the Streets” and tales of lost youth and inability to escape a dead-end existence.

But I think there is room for interpretation here and the sorrow in “The Promise” doesn’t need to be confined to the inability to escape the small town. In the opening lyric, we learn that Billy works downtown – and in a sense – has already escaped. While the final lyrics might be lamenting the narrator’s inability to join Billy in his success, there’s also a sense that in his dreams, the two of them were going to start a life together.

Regardless of the nature of the narrator’s secret, Bruce captures the pain of living with something you feel must be kept to yourself and yet, just how easy it is to let it slip.