Bruce Springsteen - Born in the USA
Imagine moving to America in 1986 with this song and cars like boats and seatbelt buckles so hot they burned your skin. When we left Sweden it was still dark outside and it was raining. There was water all over the window when I waved to my family. They were standing on the tarmac and became so small. In America my dad bought a blue Cadillac Seville with a white top and you could only be naked at home and everyone had a religion except us. Kids were kidnapped and people couldn’t understand our accents. There was television all the time and all the food was sugar. In Sweden we had only two television channels and the prime minister had just been killed. Over and over they showed the dark street with a puddle of blood that looked sticky and black. America was shiny and New York was still dirty and I walked around with a lexicon for all the words I didn’t know, which was most of them, and I kept a diary of all the ones I did. When I learned the word ‘because’ I said it over and over again, even when it didn’t make sense, because it felt nice in my mouth. In my diary I wrote about being in love with Bruce Springsteen even though Born in the USA was the only song I knew and felt like I knew something secret about that country.