Straight Through

Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska - Amazon.com Music

Last night I dreamed that I was a child
Out where the pines grow wild and tall

I was trying to make it home through the forest
Before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees
And ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snapping at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in the night
My father’s house stood shining hard and bright
The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
But I ran till I fell shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
Will never again, sir, tear us from each other’s hearts
I got dressed and to that house I did ride
From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
A woman I didn’t recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story and who I’d come for
She said “I’m sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore”

My father’s house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling so cold and alone
Shining ‘cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned
–“My Father’s House” by Bruce Springsteen

When’s the last time you put on a favorite album and just listened to it straight through? Without any distractions. Without multitasking. Just giving yourself completely over to the music and the lyrics. Almost like a meditation.

Give it a shot. Especially late at night right before bed.

Try and make it a regular part of your art appreciation practice. You’ll be glad you did.

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