Marie - Bruce Springsteen

    Marie, she comes to me in the twilight
    When the wind blows down across the river
    So cold, the fishermen cry
    She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence
    Till my bare nerves, they sing
    Like the strings of a violin
    And the room seeps into a savage silence
    Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night
    And Marie she skins me alive
    Carves her initials in my side
    Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife
    And the horses pound like thunder
    They bolt like lightning on her range
    She feels she's going under and she zeros in the rein
    She's so strange

    Well, Marie, you know, she's the queen of all the stallions
    And I'm her prince of mules
    And one of her principal fools
    Marie, she's got the claws of a falcon
    And she's perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in
    But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes
    Like at night ...
    Or when the neighbors come to dine
    Marie, she skins me alive
    Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone
    Branded to the bone

    And my heart pounds like her horses
    Oh, stampeding on the range
    Marie knows all the sources
    And she shoots me with her pain
    And for her, I take it, Lord, down in my veins

    And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy
    All across the concrete prairies of Bleecker Street
    Marie, she can be so strange
    But she's the only lonely cowgirl on my range


    Marco Giunco
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