
Banished are the faux-Dylanesque characters with silly names from his first three albums. This is Real Life Springsteen is singing about here. No one’s riding out of town into a haze of legend. This is about getting married, settling down, and trying to keep it together in a funhouse maze of a world that’s often more frustrating than fun.
I remember this song getting played to death among the Christmas lights when it was first released. I couldn’t help smiling to myself, because if there was one bright side from being a complete failure in life and love, all the terrors Springsteen alluded to on this track were never going to be my problems. As it happened, I failed to commit to the drinking necessary for the alcohol poisoning I’d planned to die of by my 30th birthday. I ended up living. I met somebody. If this song never came to mind at the wedding, it’s because I never expected the marriage to last a year.
We’re going on 25 years now, and I think of this song every time Christmas rolls around. The lyrics hit harder in the cold and dark than they would on a fine June afternoon when most people are getting married. Funny how that works.
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