Brilliant Disguise, by Bruce Springsteen
I hold you in my arms as the band plays
What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away
I saw you last night out on the edge of town
I wanna read your mind and know just what Ive got in this new thing Ive found
So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes
Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise
I heard somebody call your name from underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame underneath your pillow
Well Ive tried so hard baby but I just cant see
What a woman like you is doing with me
So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes
Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise
Now look at me baby struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart when out go the lights
Im just a lonely pilgrim I walk this world in wealth
I want to know if its you I dont trust cause I damn sure dont trust
Myself
Now you play the loving woman Ill play the faithful man
But just dont look too close into the palm of my hand
We stood at the alter the gypsy swore our future was right
But come the wee wee hours maybe baby the gypsy lied
So when you look at me you better look hard and look twice
Is that me baby or just a brilliant disguise
Tonight our bed is cold
Im lost in the darkness of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what hes sure of
Ok, so perhaps you think that this posting is just an innocuous little tribute to Bruce Springsteen, but, no, it is not. Although Springsteen is one of my favorites, this song may be one of the reasons that when Judgment Day arrives, I will be traveling south!
Here is what happened:
I had just taken my two sons, Justin and Zach to see "The Sixth Sense". They were around eleven and twelve at the time. We were discussing the movie while my Springsteen tape "Tunnel of Love" was playing in the background.
This song came on. And during the chorus where they sing:
Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise?
Justin and I replaced the words with:
Is that you baby or just a Bridget Delfine?
Justin had heard me parody the song in this manner (that's my real name), many, many times and was singing along with me. Zachary, age eleven, piped up from the back seat "Hey MOM! Is that YOUR NAME Bruce is singing?!?!?!?"
I could not resist, and this is why I may go to Hell.
I pulled over, turned the music down, winked at Justin and said, "Why yes, Zachary, it is. And there is something I've been meaning to tell you..."
Zach anxiously awaited my answer.
I said, "Well Zach, Bruce Springsteen is your real dad. We met after a concert once, and you are raally his son. He wrote this song about our love affair."
Zach was awestruck.....at the time I didn't feel guilty, I thought it was REALLY FUNNY, and so did Justin. We turned the music back on, pulled out, and traveled homeward singing the New and Revised Lyrics together.
My Bad.
Zach went to school the next day and proceeded to tell all his friends who his "real" dad was! I know, I know, I warped my own kid........he has since gotten over it.........it was funny.
I told Zach the truth, that I was only teasing the very same night......he thought it was a funny practicial joke, thank God my kids' inherited my IQ and not there father's, so he appreciated the humor.
But I still feel guilty for doing it.
It is a family joke now, when I play Springsteen or it comes on the radio, Justin or Zach will inevitably say hey, My dad (or Z's dad) is on. But I still feel guilty.
God, I did not mean to screw with my kid like that, but it was SO funny at the time!
Friday, November 10, 2006
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