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2009-07-23

Lost In The Flood

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 qucksand, 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, that 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 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? 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?

  1. Blinded By The Light
  2. Growin' Up
  3. Mary Queen Of Arkansas
  4. Does This Bus Stop At 82nd Street
  5. Lost In The Flood
  6. The Angel
  7. For You
  8. Spirit In the Night
  9. It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City
  1. Thunder Road
  2. Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
  3. Spirit In The Night
  4. Lost In The Flood
  5. She's The One
  6. Born To Run
  7. The E Street Shuffle/Having A Party
  8. It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City
  9. Backstreets
  10. Kitty's Back
  11. Jungleland
  12. Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
  13. 4th Of July Asbury Park (Sandy)
  14. Detroit Medley
  15. For You
  16. Quarter To Three
  17. The Journey
  18. Third Album Pressure
  19. "Born To Run"
  20. A New Band
  21. The Studio
  22. The Mix
  23. The Record Release
  24. The Hype
  25. End Of The Journey
  26. Credits
  27. Thunder Road
  28. Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
  29. Night
  30. Backstreets
  31. Born To Run
  32. She's The One
  33. Meeting Across The River
  34. Jungleland