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Bruce Springsteen

Lost In The Flood

 

Lost In The Flood

(앨범: Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J. - 1973)


The ragamuffin gunner is returning home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
This countryside's burning with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide
They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide
They're breaking beams and crosses with a spastic's reeling perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleading immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand
That's quicksand that ain't mud"
Have you thrown your senses to the war
Or did you lose them in the flood?

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides her low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunning that bitch loaded to blasting point
He rides headfirst into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothing left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothing left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?
Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's putting on me the stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shooting up the street
Whoa, that cat from the Bronx starts letting loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
Oh, and some kid comes blasting round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
Still breathing when I walked away

And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that?
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was saying
Or was he just lost in the flood?
Well, hey man, did you see that?
Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up
I wonder what they were getting into
Or were they all just lost in the flood?

Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man
Were they lost?

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