If you insist on being so grammatically centered with somehting like song lyrics, if he's asking if it's something worse than a dream that doesn't come true sending him down to the river, rather than asking if a dream that doesn't come true is itself something worse than a lie, well, that should be enough to satisfy you.
Two years later, in early December 1980, I had left that factory and was working in a different job when one night I found myself with some of my fellow workers invited back, after a night in the pub, to a house in another working-class Dublin suburb. Our host was a young van driver whose wife was in bed, their child asleep. But his young wife woke up and came downstairs to sit and drink and chat with us as he took out a new double album that he had just purchased and wanted to play for us.
By far one of my favorite Springsteen songs. I have always marvelled at the willingness of artist to open themselves up to us and to share the rawness of personal experience because make no mistake, this one is personal. For me the river also represents the vibrancy of youth and their capacity for dreams. Time is the ultimate adversary to youth and the passing of time, drains the river, the dreams fade; reality comes front and center so as to entrench them in a life where dreaming serves little purpose, best to pretend other wise. Good stuff Chris, thanks for sharing.
I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green
We'd go down to the river and into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride
Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle, no flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river and into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride, yay yay yay
I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important, well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care
But I remember us riding in my brother's car, her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake and pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true or is it something worse
That sends me down to the river, though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight, ay yay yay
Down to the river, my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride, ah yay yay
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh
Newly Remastered. Only springsteen could have got away with releasing a double album with 19 tracks of what was basically the same song. such was his standing that he did, and it worked like a dream. almost all the tracks hit you in the stomach, with burning saxophone from clarence clemons and piercing wurlitzer organ. bruce, meanwhile, sings of cars and girls and girls and cars, but at no stage does he forget that this is rock 'n' roll. with this release springsteen completed a rite of passage. described as the "new dylan" early in his career, the singer proved this tag a fallacy, drawing on dansette pop - phil spector, gary us bonds, mitch ryder - rather than the folk tradition. the singer articulated the dilemmas of america's blue-collar workforce, encapsulating a generation trapped in a post-60s malaise. he does so with sumptuous melodies which draw in, rather than confront, the listener and show springsteen not just as a magnetic showman, but as a pensive, literate songwriter