Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Song For The Orphans

Song For Orphans-Bruce Springsteen
Tabbed by:Nick V.
-mail:BlindTerry333@gmail.com

Tuning:EADGBE

This is the version from the WBCN performance on 1/6/73. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI90aRt_v44

The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them blank blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
But time grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete 
Where instead of child lions, they found agein' junkie sheep

And how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
Oh left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts
Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' helpless in the void
Oh high society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' soot for soil

Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?

Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna she pushes bells
From house to house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' wells
To every gypsy mystic and all-star that the kids might find a place
Who've lost for ever true fathers on their time travels out in space

Oh and the sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long
Them aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in songs
They run the length of a candle, and in a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone

Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?

Well now the missions are filled with hermits and they're all lookin' for a friend
And the terraces are filled with cat-men lookin' for a way in
These orphans lost up on silver mountains, jumped, jumped in alleyways
They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays

And he told me, "don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs
Because Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns
And the night she's long, she's lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue"
And he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum

Oh we could break us now big Mama as Old Faithful she breaks the day
Leave me, now, good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?

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