Matamoros Banks Bruce Springsteen
"Matamoros Banks" by Bruce Springsteen, released in 1995, is a #Rock song that explores themes of immigration, loss, and the search for a better life. The lyrics tell the poignant story of a migrant's perilous journey across the border, highlighting hope and tragedy. Musically, it features a haunting melody and evocative storytelling, contributing to its impact on discussions around immigration.
[Verse 1]
For two days the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the light without a sound
Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
[Verse 2]
Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the earth, they make their claim
That the things of heaven may do the same
[Chorus]
Goodbye, my darling
For your love, I give God thanks
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
[Verse 3]
Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
I walk on twine and tire tread
Pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
[Chorus]
I long, my darling, for your kiss
For your sweet love, I give God thanks
The touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
For two days the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the light without a sound
Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
[Verse 2]
Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the earth, they make their claim
That the things of heaven may do the same
[Chorus]
Goodbye, my darling
For your love, I give God thanks
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
[Verse 3]
Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
I walk on twine and tire tread
Pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
[Chorus]
I long, my darling, for your kiss
For your sweet love, I give God thanks
The touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
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