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Lost in the Flood – Live at C.W. Post Dome Auditorium, Greenvale, NY – December 12, 1975
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Candy’s Room – Live at The Roxy, West Hollywood, CA – July 7, 1978
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Streets of Fire – Live at Winterland Arena, San Francisco, CA – December 15, 1978
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Darkness On The Edge Of Town – Live at Wembley Arena, London, UK – June 5, 1981
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My Hometown – Live at Giants Stadium, E. Rutherford, NJ – August 22, 1985
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Across The Borderline – Live at Los Angeles Sports Arena, Los Angeles, CA – April 28, 1988
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My Father’s House – Live at The Christic Shows at The Shrine, Los Angeles, CA – November 16, 1990
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Lucky Town – Live at the Boston Garden, Boston, MA – December 13, 1992
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Streets of Philadelphia – Live at Tower Theater, Upper Darby, PA – December 9, 1995
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Balboa Park – Live at Palais des Congrès Acropolis, Nice, FR – May 18, 1997
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Atlantic City – Live at United Center, Chicago, IL – September 30, 1999
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Factory – Live at Anaheim Pond, Anaheim, CA – May 22, 2000
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American Land – Live at Conseco Fieldhouse, Indianapolis, IN – March 20, 2008
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Thunder Road – Live at Fenway Park, Boston, MA – August 15, 2012
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Meet Me In The City – Live at Ullevi Stadium, Goteborg, SE – July 23, 2016
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The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home, like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
"He must be from the fort", he hears the high school girls say
This countryside's burnin' with wolf man fairies, dressed in drag for homicide
The hit-and-run, plead sanctuary 'neath the holy stone they hide
Breakin' beams, breakin' crosses, making midnight connections
As sisters run bald in church halls, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet, and the gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
Someone says, "Hey, gunner, man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
He races Sundays in Jersey, in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side, he's got "Bound for glory"
In red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood, telling racing stories, the kids call him, Jimmy the Saint
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch, loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane, and disappears into a point
'Til there's nothin' left, but blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
Someone said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil?"
"Man, that ain't oil, that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts, whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me a stare
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
Now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx, he starts lettin' loose, but gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' around the corner, but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish
Still breathing, when I walked away
And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that?
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud, ugh!
Wonder what that dude was sayin'
Was he just lost in the flood?"
Hey man, did you see that?
Them poor cats are sure, messed up
Wonder what they was gettin' into
Or were they all just lost in the flood?
Were they lost?
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh
Hey
Oh-oh-oh
Ah, oh
Whoa-oh, oh
Whoa
Whoa, uh, whoa, uh
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