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Description: Listen to Bruce Springsteen’s new album ‘Letter To You’ now: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID Watch the film ‘Bruce Springsteen’s Letter To You’ now on Apple TV+: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTY-FilmID Amazon Music: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID/amazonmusic Apple Music: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID/applemusic iTunes: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID/itunes Soundcloud: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID/soundcloud Spotify: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID/spotify YouTube Music: brucespringsteen.lnk.to/LTYID/youtubemusic Follow Bruce Springsteen: Facebook: BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followFI Twitter: BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followTI Instagram: BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followII Website: BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followWI YouTube: Springsteen.lnk.to/ytYD Spotify: BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followSI Lyrics: The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise The black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys Times grew thin and the axis grew somehow incomplete Where instead of child lions We had aging junkie sheep How many wasted have I seen signed “Hollywood or bust” They’re left to ride them ever-ghostly Arizona gusts Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps Sounding in the void High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs Mistaking soot for soil So break me now Big Mama, as Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way The confederacy is in my name now The hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play Well the doorstep blanket weaver Madonna pushes bells From house to house I see her Givin’ last kisses and wishin’ well To every gypsy mystic hero That the kids might find a place Who’ve been lost forever to mom and pop On their weekends out in space Well sons, they search for fathers But their fathers are all gone The lost souls search for saviors But saviors don’t last long Those nameless, questless renegade brats Who live their lives in songs They run the length of a candle With a goodnight whisper then they’re gone So break me now Big Mama, as Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way The confederacy is in my name now The hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play The missions are filled with hermits looking for a friend The terraces are filled with cat-men, just lookin’ for a way in There’s orphans junked on silver mountains Lost in celestial alleyways They wait for that old tramp dog man Moses He takes in all the strays Now don’t you grow on empty legends Or lonely cradle songs Billy The Kid was just a bowery boy Who made his living twirling his guns The night, she’s long and lanky, And she speaks in a mother tongue She lullabies the refugees with an amplifier’s hum So break me now Big Mama, as Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me, my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way The confederacy is in my name now The hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play The confederacy is in my name now And the hounds are held at bay The axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play #BruceSpringsteen #LetterToYou #SongForOrphans