Testo Poems - Jack Kerouac
Testo della canzone Poems (Jack Kerouac), tratta dall'album Great Audio Moments, Vol. 22: Jack Kerouac & The Beat Generation (Deluxe Edition)
San Francisco, San Francisco, you're a muttering bum
In a brown beat suit, can't make a woman on a rainy corner
Broken plastic coverlets flapping in the rain
To cover newspapers all printed up and plain
Guys with big pockets and heavy topcoats and slit scar
Headbands down the middle of their hair, all Bruce Barton-combed
Stand surveying Harrison, Folsom and the ramp
And the red brick clock, wishing they had a woman or some money, honey
Westinghouse elevators are full of pretty girls
With classy cans and cute pans and long slim legs
And eyes for the boss at a quarter of four
Old age is an Indian with gray hair and a cane
In an old coat, tapping along the rainy street
To see the pretty oranges in the stores on his big day
When the dogs let out
Praised be man, he is existing in milk and living in lilies
And his violin music takes place in milk and creamy emptiness
Praised be the unfolded inside-petal flesh of tenderest thought
Petrels on the follying wave valleys idly sing themselves asleep
Praised be delusion, the ripple, praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again
Dipped in ansid inkle the flam'd of Tim the
Anglo-Oglo-Saxon maneuvers of ol' poetos
Praised be wood, it is milk, praised be honey at the source
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep, the valor
Of angels in valleys of hell on earth below
Praised be the nonending, praised be the lights of earthman
Praised be the watchers, praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk
And you know, in the ocean, there's a very sad turtle
Even though the SS Mainline Fishin'
Ship is reeling in the merit like mad
Swims long-mouthed and sad, looking for the impossible
Except once afternoon when the yoke
Oh the old Buddha yoke, set afloatin'
Is in the water where the turtle raises his bewatery snop to the sea
And the yoke yokes the turtle of eternity
Tell me, O bhikkhus, what are the chances of such a happening?
For the turtle is old and the yoke free
And the seven oceans bigger than any we see in this tiny part E
Chances are slender, in a million million
Billion kotis of eons and incalculables
Yes, the turtle will set that yoke free
But till then, harder yet are the chances
For a man to be reborn a man in this karma earth
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Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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