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02 April 2008; 11:57 PM

discoveries made on a typical night alone

11:00pm:
become concerned about the metaphysical questions presented by the lyric "it's like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul." how can the soul be measured in inches, and how can it be cut by a knife? what is the soul?

11:45pm:
while lighting nag champa (with which to light the heater), the brightness of the flame triggers acceptance of the idea that metaphors don't have to make sense. the next line is "at night i wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head," and it's not like a freight train can really run through the middle of bruce springsteen's head, but if i'm able to accept THAT as a poetic metaphor, of course i can get what he means about the edgy and dull knife cutting a six inch valley through his soul.

it's fine.