Kerouac Jack - Bowery Blues

Kerouac Jack - Bowery Blues

The story of man br Makes me sick br Inside, outside, br I don't know why br Something so conditional br And all talk br Should hurt me so. br br I am hurt br I am scared br I want to live br I want to die br I don't know br Where to turn br In the Void br And when br To cut br Out br br For no Church told me br No Guru holds me br No advice br Just stone br Of New York br And on the cafeteria br We hear br The saxophone br O dead Ruby br Died of Shot br In Thirty Two, br Sounding like old times br And de bombed br Empty decapitated br Murder by the clock. br br And I see Shadows br Dancing into Doom br In love, holding br TIght the lovely asses br Of the little girls br In love with sex br Showing themselves br In white undergarments br At elevated windows br Hoping for the Worst. br br I can't take it br Anymore br If I can't hold br My little behind br To me in my room br br Then it's goodbye br Sangsara br For me br Besides br Girls aren't as good br As they look br And Samadhi br Is better br Than you think br When it starts in br Hitting your head br In with Buzz br Of glittergold br Heaven's Angels br Wailing br br Saying br br We've been waiting for you br Since Morning, Jack br Why were you so long br Dallying in the sooty room? br This transcendental Brilliance br Is the better part br (of Nothingness br I sing) br br Okay. br Quit. br Mad. br Stop.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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