Lirik dan Chord Lagu Lost In the Flood - Bruce Springsteen

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Penyanyi dan penulis lagu legendaris, Bruce Springsteen, memopulerkan lagu “Lost In the Flood”.

Lagu ini ditulis oleh dirinya sendiri dan dirilis secara resmi pada Januari 1973 melalui Columbia Records.

“Lost In the Flood” merupakan trek kelima di dalam debut album pertamanya yang bertajuk Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Cross My Heart - Bruce Springsteen

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Lost In the Flood” dari Bruce Springsteen.

Intro: Em

D         C                                D                             G                      Bm7
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
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He walks through town all alone
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He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

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His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
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The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
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They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
C                                    D                                     G
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate
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conception
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And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
C                                   D                                         C           Bm        Em
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
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And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't
Em
mud
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Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ...
.... Em Am D

Additional Lyrics:
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That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
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Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
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He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red,
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White and blue flash paint
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He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The
     Em
Saint
             Em                                       G                  Am
Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin'
       Em
point
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He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
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And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
              Em                                     Bm
That is, nothin' left that you could sell

C                          D                         C           Bm                 Em
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
                     C                    D                Em          C             D
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's
Em
blood"

     C                                D                       Em
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
     C                  D                Em
Or was he just lost in the flood?

Am    D    D    Am    Em

            C                          D                  G                       Bm
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
             C                 D                                    G                               Bm
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
          D                    D/C                            Em                             Bm
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware
C                                        D                                C                Bm      Em
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
                    Em                                  G                        Am                  Em
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
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And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
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but he gets blown right off his feet
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And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
       C                                                                          D
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
         C                     Bm            Em
Still breathing when I walked away
                                 C             D                  Em
And somebody said "Hey man did you see that?
                          C                              D            Em
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
    C                          D       Em          C                    D                Em
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
C               D                 Em             C                   D                  Em
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
    C                   D                         Em         C                  D                Em
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

Am D D Am Em Em Am D