Lost In The Flood - Live at Madison Square Garden 歌词

歌曲	Lost In The Flood - Live at Madison Square Garden
歌手	Bruce Springsteen
专辑	Live in New York City
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[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?

[00:00.00]	zuo ci : 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?

[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?

[00:55.64]	那个衣衫褴褛的枪手回到家乡，像饥饿的逃亡者
[01:03.05]	他独自穿过小镇
[01:06.08]	“他一定来自要塞”他听见高中女孩子这样说
[01:11.02]	他的家乡被狼人燃烧，仙女穿着谋杀的衣服
[01:19.07]	肇事逃逸的辩护避难所隐蔽在圣石之下
[01:27.04]	他们打破光和热，然后交织在一个完美麻痹的眩晕中
[01:34.98]	修女和光头穿过梵蒂冈大厅，孕育着，谈起纯洁之胎
[01:42.84]	大街上每个人都因为喝了邪恶的血而失事
[01:50.81]	固执的人笑着，枪手深深呼吸，他的脚踝陷入了泥中
[02:00.11]	然后我说 “嘿，枪手，那是流沙，那是流沙，那不是泥”
[02:08.47]	你是在战争中失去知觉了吗，还是你已经迷失在洪流中？
[02:18.94]	那个纯粹的美国兄弟，迟钝的眼神，空荡的表情
[02:27.01]	雪佛兰超级8赛车比赛日在泽西举办
[02:34.40]	他低身驾驶着，在红色、白色和蓝色闪光漆下，暗中“开往荣耀”
[02:42.66]	他斜靠在引擎盖上讲述着竞赛的故事，孩子们叫他“圣·吉米”
[02:55.28]	那个火焰和噪音的男孩，他装满爆破的子弹向那**开枪
[03:03.35]	他一头冲进飓风中然后消失不见
[03:10.69]	在男孩倒下的地方除了血什么都没留下，没什么你能兜售的
[03:19.39]	只有垃圾横穿在地平线上，这是一个真正硬汉的告别
[03:28.56]	然后我说 “嘿，孩子，你以为那是油吗？兄弟，那不是油，那是血”
[03:36.47]	我好奇当他冲进那风暴中时在想什么？或许他只是迷失在洪流中
[03:57.68]	第八大街上穿着绸缎的水手们在空气中低声轻语
[04:05.36]	临街的店铺是玛利亚的化身，她凝视着我
[04:13.33]	布朗克斯最优秀的使徒手中握着自己的武器在旁边伫立
[04:21.45]	一切都静止了，你听见五声快速的**，警察们来了
[04:30.62]	从城中传来嗖的一声，他们正在街上开枪
[04:38.25]	然后那只波浪克斯的猫开始松懈，他被风吹走了
[04:45.72]	然后某个孩子疾风似的来到拐角处，但是一个警察把他带走了
[04:53.61]	他抱着腿躺在街上，用西班牙语喊叫着什么
[04:57.69]	我走的时候他还活着
[05:02.28]	然后有人说
[05:03.75]	“嘿，哥们，你看见了吗？他的身体撞击街面发出了一个美妙的声音”
[05:10.90]	我奇怪这个伙计在说什么，或许他只是迷失在洪流中了吧？
[05:18.64]	“嘿，哥们，你看见了吗？这个可怜虫肯定完蛋了”
[05:26.19]	我奇怪这个伙计在说什么，或许他只是迷失在洪流中了吧？

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