Jungleland - Bruce Springsteen

[00:00.000] 作词 : Springsteen
[00:42.199]The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
[00:49.026]And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
[00:53.182]over the Jersey state line
[00:56.589]Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
[00:59.657]drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
[01:03.551]The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants,
[01:06.879]together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
[01:18.394]Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo
[01:21.964]chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
[01:25.882]And the kids 'round here look just like shadows,
[01:29.306]always quiet, holding hands
[01:33.085]From the churches to the jails
[01:36.547]tonight all is silence in the world
[01:40.605]As we take our stand down in Jungleland
[01:52.159]
[01:55.267]The midnight gang's assembled
[01:58.329]and picked a rendezvous for the night
[02:02.248]They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
[02:05.696]that brings this fair city light
[02:09.501]Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike,
[02:12.357]there's a ballet being fought out in the alley
[02:16.594]Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
[02:23.763]The street's alive as secret debts are paid,
[02:27.149]contacts made, they vanished unseen
[02:30.872]Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
[02:34.732]hustling for the record machine
[02:38.305]The hungry and the hunted explode into rock and roll bands
[02:45.763]They faced off against each other out in the street
[02:49.394]down in Jungleland
[02:59.665](guitar solo)
[03:27.668]In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
[03:34.503]Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records
[03:38.082]that the deejay plays
[03:41.963]Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
[03:45.250]desperate as the night moves on
[03:49.090]Just one look and a whisper, they're gone
[03:54.379](saxophone solo)
[06:58.588]Beneath the city two hearts beat,
[07:05.169]soul engines running through a night so tender
[07:13.563]In a bedroom locked, in whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
[07:29.763]In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down
[07:37.535]as shots echo down them hallways in the night
[07:44.261]No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
[07:52.569]or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
[07:58.872]Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
[08:05.372]between what's flesh and what's fantasy
[08:09.405]And the poets down here don't write nothing at all,
[08:13.193]they just stand back and let it all be
[08:17.612]And in the quick of the night
[08:19.408]they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand
[08:24.965]But they wind up wounded, not even dead,
[08:31.768]tonight in Jungleland ...