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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland

Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland слова песни



Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland




The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last nightAnd the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state lineBarefoot girl sitting on the hood of a DodgeDrinking warm beer in the soft summer rainThe Rat pulls into town rolls up his pantsTogether they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo LaneWell the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl( )And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding handsFrom the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the worldAs we take our stand down in JunglelandThe midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the nightThey'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city lightMan there's an opera out on the TurnpikeThere's a ballet being fought out in the alleyUntil the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy nightThe street's alive as secret debts are paidContacts made, they vanished unseenKids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machineThe hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bandsThat face off against each other out in the street down in JunglelandIn the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rageInside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. playsLonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark cornersDesperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're goneBeneath the city two hearts beatSoul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom lockedIn whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptownThe Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the nightNo one watches when the ambulance pulls awayOr as the girl shuts out the bedroom lightOutside the street's on fire in a real death waltzBetween flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down hereDon't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all beAnd in the quick of the night they reach for their momentAnd try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead




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