Jungleland

Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland <br/> The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night<br />And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line<br />Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge<br />Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain<br />The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants<br />Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane<br /><br />Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl<br />( )<br />And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands<br />From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world<br />As we take our stand down in Jungleland<br /><br />The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night<br />They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light<br />Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike<br />There's a ballet being fought out in the alley<br />Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night<br />The street's alive as secret debts are paid<br />Contacts made, they vanished unseen<br />Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine<br />The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands<br />That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland<br /><br />In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage<br />Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays<br />Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners<br />Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone<br /><br />Beneath the city two hearts beat<br />Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked<br />In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown<br />The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night<br />No one watches when the ambulance pulls away<br />Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light<br /><br />Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz<br />Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here<br />Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be<br />And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment<br />And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead