She rode a '48 Panhead hardtail
First time I seen her she was skidding over a bed of nails
On the skin 'neath her left sleeve bloomed three roses
We held a farewell party at the station
There in the hour of her transfiguration
It was a fifth of tequila, bouquet of azaleas
Don't we all dream of a life somewhere untouched by our failures
We mixed our blood together in the sand
Found a little house down off thе Calle Grande
Slept on a bed of scarred spirits and twisted bones
I loved her like it was a disease
I came crawling on my knees, baby
'Til you had me waist deep and sinking in your river of doubt
You change your name and your face but here your fears find you out
They come like old ghosts in the night
Lead us away from our own blessed light
To strip away the love our darkness veils
Leave us with nothing but blood and skin beneath our nails
Tonight I got your '48 up, two kicks and she starts
I'm rushing out 'neath a canopy of empty stars
All I'm thinking of is you, babe
Well those three roses come back to me again
Like you, me, and what might've been
Pushing out past the desert bars and lettuce farms
Wind in the mesquite comes rushing over the hilltops straight into my arms (1)
First time I seen her she was skidding over a bed of nails
On the skin 'neath her left sleeve bloomed three roses
We held a farewell party at the station
There in the hour of her transfiguration
It was a fifth of tequila, bouquet of azaleas
Don't we all dream of a life somewhere untouched by our failures
We mixed our blood together in the sand
Found a little house down off thе Calle Grande
Slept on a bed of scarred spirits and twisted bones
I loved her like it was a disease
I came crawling on my knees, baby
'Til you had me waist deep and sinking in your river of doubt
You change your name and your face but here your fears find you out
They come like old ghosts in the night
Lead us away from our own blessed light
To strip away the love our darkness veils
Leave us with nothing but blood and skin beneath our nails
Tonight I got your '48 up, two kicks and she starts
I'm rushing out 'neath a canopy of empty stars
All I'm thinking of is you, babe
Well those three roses come back to me again
Like you, me, and what might've been
Pushing out past the desert bars and lettuce farms
Wind in the mesquite comes rushing over the hilltops straight into my arms (1)
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NOTES
La version studio de Farewell Party a été enregistrée en 1994, à Thrill Hill West (Los Angeles, CA). Cette version est la seule version officielle.
Bruce Springsteen chant, guitare, synthétiseurs
Zachary Alford batterie
Tommy Sims basse
Shane Fontayne guitare
Produit par Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau et Chuck Plotkin
Enregistré par Toby Scott
Mixé par Bob Clearmountain
Bruce Springsteen chant, guitare, synthétiseurs
Zachary Alford batterie
Tommy Sims basse
Shane Fontayne guitare
Produit par Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau et Chuck Plotkin
Enregistré par Toby Scott
Mixé par Bob Clearmountain
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(1) Paroles croisées : "Wind in the mesquite comes rushing over the hilltops straight into my arms" est un vers apparaissant dans la chanson Long Time Comin' ("The wind in the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops / Straight into my arms")