Lies: they will devour everything you have and everything you will ever have. Faith, hope, trust.. all those things that are hard to come by. That’s what grows your garden of love. Lies will try to make a fool out of all those things. But without them, all you have is stones.
— Bruce Springsteen, Western Stars (2019)
If you ask me for my favorite Springsteen song on any given day, my answer will vary. There are too many gems from which to choose just one.
Ask me for Bruce’s best song, his most well-written, his catchiest, darkest, most romantic or thought-provoking, and I still couldn’t confidently narrow it down to one.
But ask me for his most beautiful track, and I’ll answer consistently and without hesitation every time.
From the moment I first heard it, “Stones” has stood unrivaled in my esteem for its loveliness both in vocals and music. When Bruce refers to Western Stars as a “jewel box of a record,” I have no doubt he’s thinking of “Stones” as its exemplar.
Every moment of “Stones” is carefully crafted, from its string-and-french-horn introduction to the interweaving of Luis Villalobos’ achingly gorgeous violin solo with the song’s central motif in the coda.
As for Bruce’ s vocals, they are unparalleled in Orbisonian warmth across his entire fifty-year catalog. That’s not a coincidence: for “Stones” to work, it’s essential that every moment of the song glisten with sun-drenched beauty.
To understand why, we need to understand the song.
As Bruce cautions by way of introduction in the filmed version of Western Stars, lies have a way of eating away at even our truest, strongest, and most elemental relationships.
Over time, lies can turn a lush garden into a barren tundra, but they often take root at the height of spring. That’s why they’re so insidious: when first planted, our garden seems so verdant that it’s hard to imagine any weed could strangle it. But they can and do, and Bruce explains how through metaphor.
I woke up this morning with stones in my mouth
You said those were only the lies you’ve told me
Those are only the lies you’ve told me
I pulled my collar to the wind and spit them on the ground
You said those are only the lies you’ve told me
Those are only the lies you’ve told me
We sat on the edge of our bed in the sun
I felt them gather on my tongue
We meet our narrator in the prime of springtime, when love is young and vibrant. But the seeds of its demise are already present, and he knows it. The titular stones he wakes to aren’t salivary stones. They’re the untruths–perhaps small at first–that he tells his partner. And his partner calls him on it.
She recognizes the lies, and more forebodingly, she knows they’re only the ones he’s spoken–strongly implying that there are unspoken ones too. Lies of omission can cause even greater damage, because they wreak their destruction unseen below the surface, like weeds in a garden.
It’s no coincidence that the most repeated line in “Stones” is those are only the lies you’ve told me.
In the second stanza, the weather is already beginning to turn. Our narrator gathers his collar against the wind of his lover’s distrust even as he attempts to unburden himself. They still sit together in the sunlight, but he can feel the seasons changing.
In the next two stanzas, we flash forward. Our narrator can see the future, and it’s decidedly darker than the present.
The dirt-brown winter field, a thousand black crows cover the ground
You say those are only the lies you’ve told me
Those are only the lies you’ve told me
The autumn wind blows through the trees
As the dark leaves come tumbling down
You say those are only the lies you’ve told me
Those are only the lies you’ve told me
Notice that Bruce has broadened the metaphor. The lies that started as stones have choked the life from the field. Dark leaves fall, a cold wind blows, and a thousand crows cover the ground–all symbols of proliferating untruths.
Crows are highly symbolic creatures across many cultures and religions, and while they can augur both good or ill depending on the context and interpreter, they are almost always seen as omens–and usually, the more crows present, the more dire the warning.
And yet:
I walk a highway washed in sun
I feel weight gather on my tongue
We are still in the green times, still in the sunlight. We’re in the moments where truth matters most. But the weight of the unspoken is growing.
I woke up this morning with stones in my mouth…
That’s why it’s so essential that “Stones” shines with such a warm vocal performance and a bright, wide-open, orchestral vista. We’re meant to feel this love at its most pure and powerful so that we might understand what our narrator stands to lose.
“Stones” features some seriously dense and layered orchestration. Besides the prominent strings (Villalobos backed by the Avatar Strings), horns (Rachel Drehmann and Leelanee Sterrett) and timpani (Jon Brion), Bruce and Ron Aiello together juggle guitars, piano, banjo, upright bass, drums, and more keyboards than we can easily discern. (I have no idea who’s responsible for the finger-popping that kicks in around 1:35, but it makes me smile every time.)
Without a doubt, though, the musical pinnacle comes at 3:46, when the orchestra falls away to make room for a gorgeous solo by Villalobos accompanied only by Bruce or Ron (it’s hard to know who’s playing what) on piano. That solo is meant to represent love’s essence, untainted by lies until the orchestra returns with the song’s main theme at 4:06, intertwined with the violin solo as the strings fade and only the “Stones” theme survives.
The last words we hear are the first words we heard: I woke up this morning with stones in my mouth, leading us to believe that our narrator will miss the moment and steer inevitably toward the winter.
“Stones” is a carefully crafted song, created (like most of Western Stars) over the course of a decade. Even on an album full of meticulously arranged songs, “Stones” stands out as a track in which every decision, every element counts.
That’s why the song doesn’t work nearly as well when translated to a live performance in the filmed version of Western Stars. However, there is at least one aspect of the live arrangement that outshines its studio counterpart: the backing vocals.
It’s unclear to me who performs them on the album. It’s definitely a male voice, and Ron Aniello is credited with backing vocals on the song. I’m not familiar with his voice, though, and it’s possible that it might be Bruce himself singing in a different register. Either way, the backgrounds sound so similar to Bruce’s lead that they create an impression of the narrator’s inner voice rather than that of his partner.
Compare it with the live version, in which Patti Scialfa shares the microphone with Bruce. It’s a more resonant performance, one that’s easier for a casual listener to appreciate, and it works so well that it’s a rare instance of (in my opinion, at least) a Western Stars studio misstep.
It’s only a minor misstep, though, and the studio track still outshines its live counterpart overall.
Like the rest of Western Stars, “Stones” wasn’t meant to be reproduced on the stage. I’m not saying we’ll never hear Bruce play it live, but I don’t believe we’ll ever hear a live performance that surpasses the studio version. When you’ve crafted a jewel box of a record, it’s pretty darn hard to top it in concert.
Stones
Recorded: 2010-2019
Released: Western Stars (2019)
First performed: April 2019 (Colts Neck, NJ)
Last performed: April 2019 (Colts Neck, NJ)
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I agree about the excellence of Stones, and particularly the improvement afforded by Patti’s vocal. I’m not sure who sings the backing on the studio version, but you’re wrong to describe it as being sung in a different key. It’s in the same key but a different vocal register.
Thanks! You’re right, I’ll fix it!
Stones is my stand out track on Western Stars, and as always, your interpretation gives new meaning and insight.
Not my favorite song in the pantheon, but all these later I still can’t comprehend how Bruce could have written Black Cowboys from Devils.
Outstanding piece of writing. Completely agree that it’s a wonderful track and you have increased the pleasure I get from it with your illuminating analysis. Thank you so much 😊
Gosh, not much to add here to the pedestrian eye, and even less so after what Mr.Baker brought above. Many thanks, Ken.
I won’t argue about differernt versions. . . I’m perfectly fine with only acknowledging your prescious analyze. For what it’s worth.
Crying is completely wasted. If you ask me. 😑
Great analysis of a phenomenal song. In the concert movie, Bruce and Patty’s Stones was shockingly, insanely impactful.
I’ve only just come across your review of Stones, courtesy of reading your Wrecking Ball review stating your admiration of Western Stars. I agree wholeheartedly. WS is an incredible set of songs/stories and a wildly different tack for Bruce. Reading your Stones review got me wondering about my reaction to this song which I wrote for an Australian website. I wrote my reflections prior to the live film/album and I take your point re Patty’s backup vocals which to my mind paint a starkly different picture than the album. My reflections from the album version of Stones (appreciating we all invest our own lives into how we read a story) was that he was lying to himself and the weather imagery was the ageing process. Here’s a link to what I wrote back in 2020. https://www.stereostories.com/stones-by-springsteen-story-by-rick-kane/ cheers
A nice post. I like your call on the double meaning of “only” — i.e., those dead crows and stones in your mouth are nothing but your own lies (the more obvious interpretation) but *also* they’re not even the entirety of your lies, there exist others — whether unspoken ones of omission as you say here, or, in my opinion, ones that haven’t been admitted to yet (like, “those are only the lies you’ve told me *about.*”) I’d had that thought before, but kind of fleetingly and half-consciously without sitting with it as much as I should.
Interesting thought on the seasons potentially changing during this song. That’s something also done much more explicitly in “Brothers Under the Bridges (’83)”, an all-time great Bruce song imo that your post here really awakened me to the greatness of, and after sitting with it more I appreciated how the song opens on spring (youth, promise, birth) and ends on the autumn wind (heralding winter, the end of the year, the end of life.)
And very interesting thought re: the instrumental portion showing the way the lies/”stones” impede, interrupt, and damage the relationship! Very similar to your thought about the intro of “Devil’s Arcade”, my personal favorite song