![]() was released, so they're more appropriately classified as The Wild, The Innocent, & The E Street Shuffle recording sessions. These sessions came after Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J. See the unofficial studio version for more details and for more information about the so-called "London Publishing Demos".Īccording to Sony's logs of Bruce Springsteen's studio sessions, SONG FOR ORPHANS was also cut on 19- at 914 Sound Studios in Blauvelt, NY. The May-Jun 1972 sessions at Pocketful Of Tunes Studios were produced by Mike Appel and Jim Cretecos, and Cretecos took the role of recording engineer. It features Springsteen solo on vocals and acoustic guitar. It's a studio take likely recorded around May-Jun 1972 at Pocketful Of Tunes Studios in New York City, NY. Prior to its official release in 2020, one studio version of the song was in circulation among collectors. SONG FOR ORPHANS was written sometime in 1971. She lullabies the refugees with amplifier's hum The night she's long and lanky and she speaks in a mother tongue Now don't you grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songsīilly the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirling his guns They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays Those orphans jumped on silver mountains lost in celestial alleyways The terraces are filled with cat-men just looking for a way in Well the missions are filled with hermits, they're looking for a friend The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play Yeah! They run the length of a candle with a goodnight whisper then they're gone Those nameless questless renegade brats who live their lives in song The lost souls search for saviors, but saviors don't last long Well sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone Who get lost forever mothers and fathers on their weekends out in space To every gypsy mystic hero that the kids might find a place Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushes bellsįrom house to house I see her giving last kisses and wishing well The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the dayīelieve me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs mistaking soot for soil Well how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"Īnd left to ride the ever ghostly Arizona gustsĬheerleader tramps and kids with big amps sounding in the void Where instead of child lions we had aging junkie sheep ![]() Them black blind poet generals and restless loud white boysīut time's grew thin and the axis grew somehow incomplete Well the multitude assembled and tried to make the noise ![]()
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