Bruce Springsteen has releases a special vinyl EP every year for Record Store Day. Despite my massive Springsteen fandom and bruceosexualism, I usually ignore them, because I don’t own a record player and can only rub discs of black plastic all over my oiled body so many times. I aggressively ignored this year’s EP American Beauty because it’s largely composed of songs that didn’t make Springsteen’s latest album High Hopes, which itself is largely composed of songs that shouldn’t have made the album. But American Beauty eventually hit Spotify, and last week I gave it a cursory listen.
The fourth and final track “Hey Blue Eyes,” as I half paid attention sounded like a sleepy summer love song with a dreamy come-on of a chorus, “Hey blue eyes, what’cha doin’ tonight?” It seemed like it could’ve been pulled from Bruce’s mostly forgotten Devils & Dust or Working on a Dream, and I was about to forget it too, when the last line caught my attention: “Don’t worry, they’ll have their bags packed and be long gone / Before the real fucking begins.”
That made me hit repeat and go find the lyrics. It turns out that “Hey Blue Eyes” is only masquerading as a love song. The seducer whispering that chorus to us the American government, luring us to lay back and close our eyes as it sells us out for greed and power. Written as a furious indictment of the Bush administration while Dick and W were still in power, it now plays as much as an indictment of us for letting them get away with what they did.
In this house the guilty go unpunished, blood and silence prevail
Here the dead remain nameless, the nameless remain jailed
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