作词 : Allen Ginsberg
First Party At Ken Kesey’s with Hell’s Angels
Cool black night thru redwoods
Cars parked outside in shade behind the gate
Stars dim above the ravine
A fire burning by the side porch and a few tired souls hunched over in black leather jackets
In the huge wooden house
A yellow chandelier at 3 A.M.
And blast of loudspeakers hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles
Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths dancing to the vibration thru the floor
A little weed in the bathroom
Girls in scarlet tights
One muscular smooth skinned man sweating dancing for hours
Beer cans bent littering the yard
A hanged man sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
Children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks
And 4 police cars parked outside the painted gate red lights revolving in the leaves
December 1965