LOST IN THE FLOOD  
 A PROPOS DE CETTE CHANSON
 

 

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 countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies
Dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary
'Neath a 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
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?"

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 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
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?

 


© Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP) - All rights reserved

Cette chanson est disponible sur l'album Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ. Une version live, enregistrée le 1er juillet
2000 au Madison Square Garden de New York City, est également disponible sur le double album Live in New York City.