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Song To The Orphans (Springsteen Bruce)

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?