Tunnel of Love

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It's funny, but we were kicking around how great the song Tunnel of Love, by Springsteen is.

One of my friends (Kim) listens to it about 30 times a day.

We all listened to it over and over and over again back when it first came out...nearly 30 years ago.

I referenced that one idiot kinda' ruined the opening lyric for me with his wit. My roommate from college, Fluffy (a fat man himself) would always sing:

"Fuzzy sitting on a little stool."

I nearly always sing it that way myself.

But I recall seeing this tour out in Long Island...my other roommate Rosie...called with two dangling tickets and my buddy Tom drove most of the way there and back on Easter weekend.

It was worth the trip.

In the middle of the concert someone turned to me and said:

"Uh-oh, Bruce is getting divorced."

The album is a brilliant look into relationships between men and women.

Brilliant disguise?

Needless to say, the writing is unreal.

Tunnel of Love by Bruce Springsteen

Fat man sitting on a little stool
Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you

Hands me the ticket smiles and whispers good luck
Cuddle up angel cuddle up my little dove

We'll ride down baby into this tunnel of love

I can feel the soft silk of your blouse
And them soft thrills in our little fun house

Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us
You me and all that stuff we're so scared of

Gotta ride down baby into this tunnel of love

There's a crazy mirror showing us both in 5-D
I'm laughing at you you're laughing at me

There's a room of shadows that gets so dark brother
It's easy for two people to lose each other in this tunnel of love

It ought to be easy ought to be simple enough
Man meets woman and they fall in love

But the house is haunted and the ride gets rough

And you've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above

if you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love

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