Представляем точный текст композиции "Lost In The Flood" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bruce Springsteen. Наша коллекция содержит детально проверенные слова песни, включая скрытые метафоры, отсылки и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «Lost In The Flood» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bruce Springsteen передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани любимого трека.
Bruce Springsteen - "Lost In The Flood"
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
His countrysides burnin with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
Theyre breakin beams and crosses with a spastics reelin perfection
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin immaculate
conception
And everybodys 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, thats quicksand, thats quicksand
that aint 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 `er low on the hip, on the side hes 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 the blaze and noise boy, hes gunnin that bitch loaded
to blastin point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And theres nothin left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin left that you could sell
just junk all across the horizon, a real highwaymans farewell
And he said "Hey kid, you think thats oil? Man, that aint oil
thats 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, shes puttin on me the stare
and Bronxs 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, theyre shootin up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin loose
but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin 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 sayin or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
I wonder what they were gettin into, or were they just lost in the flood?
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