Lee Ranaldo - The Bridge | Текст песни

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"bout a week ago. `bout a week ago I was driving one
night with my father. In an old chevvy pick-up truck that
we borrowed from a cousin of mine. And we were
moving some furniture into New York. It was late in the
evening. And the truck was really old and really worn
out. The inside of the cab, really smelled a lot of gas. So
the whole entire trip we were gagging for breath and
getting very high of the fumes. And the steering was
loose. It was typical old truck `53 chevvy or something
like that. The whole bit. But anyway. We were driving
in, and, we took the BQE and we were going to the
Brooklyn bridge and we were going on and over the
Brooklyn bridge. We got to that section where the
pavement falls away and is replaced by those metal slats
which make up the floor of the bridge itself. And your,
and your car, wheels run and glisten over that and make
this kind of a sound. You know what I mean? You've
heard it I'm sure. And the wheels slip and slide a little
bit and you always feel like maybe you're gonna get a
little bit too close to that wall of the Bridge. And we're
riding along listening to this sounds. And other cars were
driving by making other sounds. That would have the,
you know, that, and that doppler effect as they go by,
right? And it was dark and it was night and the fumes
were making me high and I was surrounded by a wall of
guitars about a hundred feet up above the East river.
And I liked it."

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