(southside johnny and the asbury jukes (better days) Written by bruce I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know
One, two, three, four Blind man wavin' by the side of the road In a flatbed Ford carryin' a heavy load Sweet thing sipping on a blueberry wine On a flat
kept In the day, behind drawn curtains in the next bedroom he slept And she got lost in the days The smile Raney depended on dusted away The arms that
Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In the
I wanna build me a house, on higher ground I wanna find me a world, where love's the only sound High above this road, filled with shadow and doubt I want
angels, sold wings of lead Then I fell in the roses and sweet salvation of Maria's bed I been out in the desert yeah doin' my time Searchin' through the dust
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13
Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops Straight into
She took off her stockings I held 'em to my face She had your ankles I felt filled with grace "Two hundred dollars straight in Two-fifty up the ass"
into your eyes There's just devils and dust We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie Home's a long, long way from us I feel a dirty wind blowing Devils and dust
Come to the door ma and unlock the chain. Well I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain. There's nothing that I want, nothin' that you need
on the Matamoros banks Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled
Перевод: Спрингстин, Брюс. Дьяволы и пыли.
: I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know what it's like to have been so sure Wake up and find it all gone
: She took off her stockings I held 'em to my face She had your ankles I felt filled with grace "Two hundred dollars straight in Two-fifty up the ass
