Lost In The Flood - Live at Madison Square Garden

Song Lost In The Flood - Live at Madison Square Garden
Artist Bruce Springsteen
Album Live in New York City

Lyrics

[00:00.00] 作词 : Springsteen
[00:55.64] The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
[01:03.05] He walks through town all alone
[01:06.08] "He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
[01:11.02] His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
[01:19.07] The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
[01:27.04] They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
[01:34.98] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
[01:42.84] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
[01:50.81] Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
[02:00.11] And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
[02:08.47] Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
[02:18.94] That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
[02:27.01] Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
[02:34.40] He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
[02:42.66] He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
[02:55.28] Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
[03:03.35] He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
[03:10.69] And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
[03:19.39] Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
[03:28.56] And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
[03:36.47] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
[03:57.68] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
[04:05.36] Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
[04:13.33] And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
[04:21.45] Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
[04:30.62] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
[04:38.25] And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
[04:45.72] And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
[04:53.61] He lays on the street holding his leg,screaming something in Spanish
[04:57.69] Still breathing when I walked away
[05:02.28] And somebody said,
[05:03.75] "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[05:10.90] I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
[05:18.64] Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
[05:26.19] I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

Pinyin

[00:00.00] zuò cí : Springsteen
[00:55.64] The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
[01:03.05] He walks through town all alone
[01:06.08] " He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
[01:11.02] His countryside' s burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
[01:19.07] The hitandrun plead sanctuary, ' neath a holy stone they hide
[01:27.04] They' re breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic' s reelin' perfection
[01:34.98] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
[01:42.84] And everybody' s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
[01:50.81] Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
[02:00.11] And I said, " Hey, gunner man, that' s qucksand, that' s quicksand, that ain' t mud
[02:08.47] Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
[02:18.94] That pure American brother, dulleyed and emptyfaced
[02:27.01] Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
[02:34.40] He rides ' er low on the hip, on the side he' s got " Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint
[02:42.66] He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint
[02:55.28] Well, that blazeandnoise boy, he' s gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
[03:03.35] He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
[03:10.69] And there' s nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
[03:19.39] Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman' s farewell
[03:28.56] And I said, " Hey kid, you think that' s oil? Man, that ain' t oil, that' s blood"
[03:36.47] I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood?
[03:57.68] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
[04:05.36] Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she' s puttin' on me the stare
[04:13.33] And Bronx' s best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
[04:21.45] Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
[04:30.62] And now the whizbang gang from uptown, they' re shootin' up the street
[04:38.25] And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet
[04:45.72] And some kid comes blastin' ' round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
[04:53.61] He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish
[04:57.69] Still breathing when I walked away
[05:02.28] And somebody said,
[05:03.75] " Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
[05:10.90] I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood?
[05:18.64] Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
[05:26.19] I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?