Lirik Lagu Lost In The Flood - Bruce Springsteen
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runawayHe walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls sayHis countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicideThe hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hideThey're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfectionNuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conceptionAnd everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy bloodSticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mudAnd I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mudHave you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-facedRaces Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eightHe rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paintHe leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the SaintWell, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' pointHe rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a pointAnd there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sellJust junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewellAnd 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 airSome storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stareAnd Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardwareEverything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for airAnd now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the streetAnd that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feetAnd some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right awayHe lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked awayAnd 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 upI wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-facedRaces Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eightHe rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paintHe leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the SaintWell, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' pointHe rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a pointAnd there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sellJust junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewellAnd 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 airSome storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stareAnd Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardwareEverything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for airAnd now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the streetAnd that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feetAnd some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right awayHe lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked awayAnd 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 upI wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
