Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Song to Orphans, artist - Bruce Springsteen.
Date of issue: 04.08.2019
Song language: English
Song to 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? |