:24:04
Springsteen' like
this garage-mechanic poet.
:24:07
You can feel the sweat in his voice,
the grime in his guitar.
:24:11
When he sings, I see steamy streets...
:24:14
...lovers groping hands...
:24:16
...busted fenders.
:24:18
The dirt is under his nails
and the clairvoyance in his eyes.
:24:30
Jesus, Lizzie,
you haven't slept in days.
:24:35
I had it perfect before.
:24:37
I know I can get it back.
:24:41
His words twist and grind and
hammer out a story for the brain...
:24:45
...but his guitar and voice go
straight for your heart.
:24:48
Music bellows from his insides, and
out comes the struggles of the world.
:24:53
Springsteen'
like this garage-mechanic poet.
:24:56
Music bellows from his insides.
:25:04
Out comes the struggles of the world,
of knowledge that comes with perfec...
:25:08
It' like he feels with knowledge
that goes back through ages...
:25:11
...to a single chord in our brains.
That beacon that can be touched...
:25:16
He has the power of pure emotion.
:25:17
Emotions so intense the body
literally must do something...
:25:38
- Out comes the struggles...
- Fuck.
:25:39
She still hasn't slept.
:25:45
Lizzie.
:25:47
Lizzie!
:25:49
I don't know how to say this
to you, all right...
:25:52
...but you are starting to smell.
:25:54
This is important.
:25:57
Lizzie, it's not as important as
your health. You gotta get some sleep.