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Bruce Springsteen ~ Song To The Orphans


The moltitude assembled and tried to make the noise The black blind poet generals And restless loud white boys But time grew thin and the axis Was left somehow incomplete Where instead of child lions We found aging junkie sheep How many wasted have i seen signed "hollywood or bust" Left to ride them ever ghostly arizona gusts Oh, cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps Sounding in the void High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs Mistaking soot for soil So break me now big mama As old faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good linda, The aurora will shine your way The confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? The doorstep blanket weaver Madonna she's pushing bells From house to house to house to house Giving last kisses and wishing well To every gypsy, mystic and all star hero That the kids might find the place Who've been lost forever to papa and mama On their weekends out in space Now the sons they search for fathers But their fathers have all gone The lost souls search for saviors But saviours don't last long Those aimless, questionless renegade brats Who live their lives in songs They run the length of a candle In a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone So break me now big mama As old faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good linda, The aurora will shine your way The confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? The missions are filled with hermits looking for a friend The terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way in There are orphans junked on silver mountains Lost in celestial alleyways They wait for that old tramp dog man moses He takes in all the strays "now, don't grow on empty legends Or lonely cradle songs 'cause billy the kid was just a bowery boy Who made his living twirling his guns" The night she's long, she's lanky She speaks in her mother tongue And lullabies the refugees With an amplifier's hum So break us now big mama As old faithful breaks the day Believe me, my sweet linda, Oh, help is sure on the way The confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? The confederacy, she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play? more free lyrics

The moltitude assembled and tried to make the noise
The black blind poet generals
And restless loud white boys
But time grew thin and the axis
Was left somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions
We found aging junkie sheep
How many wasted have i seen signed "hollywood or bust"
Left to ride them ever ghostly arizona gusts
Oh, cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps
Sounding in the void
High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs
Mistaking soot for soil

So break me now big mama
As old faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good linda,
The aurora will shine your way
The confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?

The doorstep blanket weaver
Madonna she's pushing bells
From house to house to house to house
Giving last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy, mystic and all star hero
That the kids might find the place
Who've been lost forever to papa and mama
On their weekends out in space
Now the sons they search for fathers
But their fathers have all gone
The lost souls search for saviors
But saviours don't last long
Those aimless, questionless renegade brats
Who live their lives in songs
They run the length of a candle
In a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone
So break me now big mama
As old faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good linda,
The aurora will shine your way
The confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?

The missions are filled with hermits looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way in
There are orphans junked on silver mountains
Lost in celestial alleyways
They wait for that old tramp dog man moses
He takes in all the strays
"now, don't grow on empty legends
Or lonely cradle songs
'cause billy the kid was just a bowery boy
Who made his living twirling his guns"
The night she's long, she's lanky
She speaks in her mother tongue
And lullabies the refugees
With an amplifier's hum

So break us now big mama
As old faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my sweet linda,
Oh, help is sure on the way
The confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?
The confederacy, she's in my name now
And the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles play?

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