Call me the tumblring dice.

bruce springsteen’s music be like fast cars, new jersey, girls, highways, gas stations at night, an overuse of the petname ‘baby’, names that end with a ‘y’, growing up and being optimistic about it, growing up and being really sad about it, the death of the american dream, feeling desperate to be understood by someone else, the love/hate relationship you have with the place you grew up in, the struggles of the working class, loneliness, your fraught relationship with your father, catholic imagery, the american gothic, serial killers in the middle of nowhere, struggling with depression, being in a really long car ride at night and looking back at the moments in your life when you felt better and more secure about your place in life and knowing you can’t go back to them, clarence clemons’s otherworldly sax