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Song «Lost In The Flood» von Bruce Springsteen.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1973 01 05 (Album)
Label: Columbia KC 31903
Songwriter Bruce Springsteen
Produktion: Mike Appel & Jim Cretecos
Genre: Rock - Poprock - Jersey-Shore-Sound
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Song über einen Vietnam-Rückkehrer
Personen und Querverweise
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Mike Appel
Jim Cretecos
Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 This countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide They hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' 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 [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] 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 racin' stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides headfirst into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there's 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 highwayman's farewell [Chorus] 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? [Verse 3] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' 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 shootin' up the street Whoa, that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet Oh, 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 [Chorus] 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? Well, hey man, did you see that? Lord, those poor cats are sure messed up I wonder what they were gettin' into Or were they all just lost in the flood? [Outro] Were they lost, oh, tell me, tell me, man Were they lost?