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Springsteen begins to sing, understanding the humble intensity of the word: ’Neath a crowd of mongrel trees / I pulled that bothersome thread / Got down on my knees, / Grabbed my pen and bowed my head. The act of kneeling shows he recognizes the value of the earth, a place that sustains precisely because it is trodden upon, and, just as the body places itself on its knees, so too does thought bow down, through the movement of lowering the head.