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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Monish Bakshi Subject: CRDS:Springsteen - Lost in the flood This is an old Springsteen Tune. Just putting my .02 cents in, to a group which has helped me a great deal. LOST IN THE FLOOD Words and Music by: Bruce Springsteen Released on: Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. - 1973 Intro: Em D C D G Bm7 The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway C D He walks through town all alone G Bm He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say D D/C Em Bm His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide C D G Bm The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide C D G Bm They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection C D G Bm Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception D D/C Em Bm And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood C D C Bm Em Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud C D Em C D Em And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud C D Em C D Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ... .... Em Am D Additional Lyrics: 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 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 the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first 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 And he 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 puttin' on me the stare And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware 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 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? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Extracted from: Complete Collection of Springsteen Lyrics - July 4, 1994 Compiled by Louis Puccio Lou@phantom.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------ HTML Conversion script by: Simon.Brownlee@cen.jrc.it Simon Brownlee, MTV, TP440, IRSA, JRC, 21020-ISPRA(VA) ITALY ----- End Included Message -----


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