Marys Place — текст песни (Bruce Springsteen)

I got seven pictures of buddha

The prophets on my tongue

Eleven angels of mercy

Sighin over that black hole in the sun

My hearts dark but its risin

Im pullin all the faith I can see

From that black hole on the horizon

I hear your voice calling me



Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Meet me at marys place, were gonna have a party

Meet me at marys place, were gonna have a party

Tell me how do we get this thing started

Meet me at marys place



Familiar faces around me

Laughter fills the air

Your loving grace surrounds me

Everybodys here

Furnitures out on the front porch

Musics up loud

I dream of you in my arms

I lose myself in the crowd



Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Meet me at marys place, were gonna have a party

Meet me at marys place, were gonna have a party

Tell me how do you live broken-hearted

Meet me at marys place



I got a picture of you in my locket

I keep it close to my heart

Its a light shining in my breast

Leading me through the dark



Seven days, seven candles

In my window lighting your way

Your favorite records on the turntable

I drop the needle and pray (turn it up)

Bands countin out midnight (turn it up)

Floors rumblin loud (turn it up)

Singers callin up daylight (turn it up)

And waitin for that shout from the crowd

(turn it up)

Waitin for that shout from the crowd (turn it up)

Waitin for that shout from the crowd (turn it up)

Waitin for that shout from the crowd (turn it up)

Waitin for that shout from the crowd (turn it up)

Waitin for that shout from the crowd



Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up



Meet me at marys place, were gonna have a party

Meet me at marys place, were gonna have a party

Tell me how do we get this thing started

Meet me at marys place



Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain