October In The Railroad Earth (1999 Digital Remaster)

歌曲 October In The Railroad Earth (1999 Digital Remaster)
歌手 Steve Allen
歌手 Jack Kerouac
专辑 Poetry For The Beat Generation

歌词

[00:13.128] There was a little alley in San Francisco
[00:14.930] back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend
[00:18.125] in redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices
[00:22.288] in the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy
[00:25.489] as soon they’ll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings
[00:29.915] on foot and in buses and all well-dressed thru workingman Frisco of
[00:33.405] walkup truck drivers and even the poor grime-bemarked Third
[00:38.277] Street of lost bums even Negros so hopeless and long left East
[00:42.451] and meanings of responsibility and try that now all they do is
[00:47.169] stand there spitting in the broken glass sometimes fifty in one
[00:50.890] afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard and here’s all
[00:54.397] these Millbrae and San Carlos neat-necktied producers and
[00:57.753] commuters of America and Steel civilization rushing by with San
[01:01.516] Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins not even enough
[01:05.841] time to be disdainful, they’ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all
[01:11.933] the way up to 146 till the time of evening supper in homes of the
[01:16.485] railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above
[01:19.684] the following hotshot freight trains--it’s all in California, it’s all a
[01:24.714] sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my
[01:29.052] jeans with head on handkerchief on brakeman’s lantern or (if not
[01:31.940] working) on book, I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity and
[01:37.038] feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me and I* have
[01:42.987] insane conversations with Negroes in second*-story windows
[01:46.538] above and everything is pouring in, the switching moves of
[01:51.260] boxcars in that little alley which is so much like the alleys of
[01:54.058] Lowell and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine
[01:57.367] calling our mountains
[02:01.402] But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above
[02:05.030] the little S.P. alley, puffs floating by from Oakland
[02:08.759] or the Gate of Marin
[02:13.344] to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart
[02:20.179] It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum
[02:24.561] mum afternoon nathin’ to do, ole Frisco with end of land
[02:30.391] sadness--the people--the alley full of trucks and cars of
[02:37.133] businesses nearabouts and nobody knew or far from cared who I
[02:40.893] was all my life three thousand five hundred miles from birth-O
[02:44.070] opened up and at last belonged to me in Great America
[02:47.472] Now it's night in Third Street the keen little neons and
[03:00.463] also yellow bulblights of impossible-to-believe flops with dark
[03:04.908] ruined shadows moving back of tom yellow shades like a
[03:08.340] degenerate China with no money-the cats in Annie's Alley,
[03:13.266] the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with
[03:19.858] darkness. Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old
[03:25.238] hotel roofs and blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior,
[03:29.725] the grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth
[03:33.854] by tooth, the reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak
[03:38.182] chair and slantboards and old faces looking up over rimless
[03:41.129] spectacles bought in some West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool
[03:45.705] England pawnshop long before I was born and across
[03:49.370] rains they've come to the end of the land sadness end of the
[03:53.051] world gladness all you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually
[03:58.049] and burn again. But I'm walking and one night a bum
[04:02.661] fell into the hole of the construction job where they're tearing
[04:05.566] a sewer by day the husky Pacific & Electric youths in torn
[04:09.582] jeans who work there often I think of going up to some of
[04:12.654] 'em like say blond ones with wild hair and tom shirts and
[04:15.497] say "You oughta apply for the railroad it's much easier work
[04:18.253] you don't stand around the street all day and you get much
[04:19.569] more pay" but this bum fell in the hole you saw his foot stick
[04:23.159] out, a British MG also driven by some eccentric once backed
[04:27.964] into the hole and as I came home from a long Saturday afternoon
[04:30.864] local to Hollister out of San Jose miles away across
[04:33.221] verdurous fields of prune and juice joy here's this British MG
[04:37.054] backed and legs up wheels up into a pit
[04:40.194] and bums and cops standing around right outside the coffee shop-it was the
[04:43.827] way they fenced it but he never had the nerve to do it due
[04:46.113] to the fact that he had no money and nowhere to go and O
[04:48.241] his father was dead and O his mother was dead and O his
[04:50.338] sister was dead and O his whereabout was dead was dead but
[04:52.485] and then at that time also I lay in my room on long
[04:56.970] Saturday afternoons listening to Jumpin' George with my
[04:59.201] fifth of tokay no tea and just under the sheets laughed to
[05:02.764] hear the crazy music "Mama, he treats your daughter mean,"
[05:09.555] Mama, Papa, and don't you come in here I'll kill you etc.
[05:12.571] getting high by myself in room glooms and all wondrous
[05:16.244] knowing about the Negro the essential American out there
[05:19.531] always finding his solace his meaning in the fellaheen street
[05:24.666] and not in abstract morality and even when he has a church
[05:28.260] you see the pastor out front bowing to the ladies on the make
[05:31.965] you hear his great vibrant voice on the sunny Sunday afternoon
[05:35.863] sidewalk full of sexual vibratos saying "Why yes
[05:38.332] Mam but de gospel do say that man was born of woman's
[05:41.523] womb-" and no and so by that time I come crawling out
[05:46.276] of my warmsack and hit the street when I see the railroad
[05:49.267] ain't gonna call me till 5 AM Sunday morn probably for a
[05:52.511] local out of Bay Shore in fact always for a local out of Bay
[05:54.917] Shore and I go to the wailbar of all the wildbars in the world
[05:58.425] the one and only Third-and-Howard and there I go in and
[06:01.277] drink with the madmen and if I get drunk I git.
[06:06.301] The girl who come up to me in there the night I was
[06:08.809] there with Al Buckle and said to me "You wanta play with
[06:11.006] me tonight Jim, and?" and I didn't think I had enough money
[06:17.063] and later told this to Charley Low and he laughed and said
[06:19.361] "How do you know she wanted money always take the chance
[06:21.884] that she might be out just for love or just out for love you
[06:24.918] know what I mean man don't be a sucker." She was a goodlooking
[06:27.536] doll and said "How would you like to oolyakoo with
[06:32.484] me mon?" and I stood there like a jerk and in fact bought
[06:37.164] drink got drink drunk that night and in the 299 Club
[06:41.253] I was hit by the proprietor the band breaking up the fight before I
[06:44.972] had a chance to decide to hit him back which I didn't do
[06:46.473] and out on the street I tried to rush back in but they had
[06:51.740] locked the door and were looking at me thru the forbidden
[06:52.826] glass in the door with faces like undersea––I should have
[06:56.181] played with her shurrouruuruuruuruuruurukadooky
[06:59.817] *Note: This "I" is not included in published versions of the work;?
[07:01.276] "second" is printed as "several".

拼音

[00:13.128] There was a little alley in San Francisco
[00:14.930] back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend
[00:18.125] in redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices
[00:22.288] in the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy
[00:25.489] as soon they' ll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings
[00:29.915] on foot and in buses and all welldressed thru workingman Frisco of
[00:33.405] walkup truck drivers and even the poor grimebemarked Third
[00:38.277] Street of lost bums even Negros so hopeless and long left East
[00:42.451] and meanings of responsibility and try that now all they do is
[00:47.169] stand there spitting in the broken glass sometimes fifty in one
[00:50.890] afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard and here' s all
[00:54.397] these Millbrae and San Carlos neatnecktied producers and
[00:57.753] commuters of America and Steel civilization rushing by with San
[01:01.516] Francisco Chronicles and green CallBulletins not even enough
[01:05.841] time to be disdainful, they' ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all
[01:11.933] the way up to 146 till the time of evening supper in homes of the
[01:16.485] railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above
[01:19.684] the following hotshot freight trainsit' s all in California, it' s all a
[01:24.714] sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my
[01:29.052] jeans with head on handkerchief on brakeman' s lantern or if not
[01:31.940] working on book, I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity and
[01:37.038] feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me and I have
[01:42.987] insane conversations with Negroes in second story windows
[01:46.538] above and everything is pouring in, the switching moves of
[01:51.260] boxcars in that little alley which is so much like the alleys of
[01:54.058] Lowell and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine
[01:57.367] calling our mountains
[02:01.402] But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above
[02:05.030] the little S. P. alley, puffs floating by from Oakland
[02:08.759] or the Gate of Marin
[02:13.344] to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart
[02:20.179] It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum
[02:24.561] mum afternoon nathin' to do, ole Frisco with end of land
[02:30.391] sadnessthe peoplethe alley full of trucks and cars of
[02:37.133] businesses nearabouts and nobody knew or far from cared who I
[02:40.893] was all my life three thousand five hundred miles from birthO
[02:44.070] opened up and at last belonged to me in Great America
[02:47.472] Now it' s night in Third Street the keen little neons and
[03:00.463] also yellow bulblights of impossibletobelieve flops with dark
[03:04.908] ruined shadows moving back of tom yellow shades like a
[03:08.340] degenerate China with no moneythe cats in Annie' s Alley,
[03:13.266] the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with
[03:19.858] darkness. Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old
[03:25.238] hotel roofs and blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior,
[03:29.725] the grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth
[03:33.854] by tooth, the reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak
[03:38.182] chair and slantboards and old faces looking up over rimless
[03:41.129] spectacles bought in some West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool
[03:45.705] England pawnshop long before I was born and across
[03:49.370] rains they' ve come to the end of the land sadness end of the
[03:53.051] world gladness all you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually
[03:58.049] and burn again. But I' m walking and one night a bum
[04:02.661] fell into the hole of the construction job where they' re tearing
[04:05.566] a sewer by day the husky Pacific Electric youths in torn
[04:09.582] jeans who work there often I think of going up to some of
[04:12.654] ' em like say blond ones with wild hair and tom shirts and
[04:15.497] say " You oughta apply for the railroad it' s much easier work
[04:18.253] you don' t stand around the street all day and you get much
[04:19.569] more pay" but this bum fell in the hole you saw his foot stick
[04:23.159] out, a British MG also driven by some eccentric once backed
[04:27.964] into the hole and as I came home from a long Saturday afternoon
[04:30.864] local to Hollister out of San Jose miles away across
[04:33.221] verdurous fields of prune and juice joy here' s this British MG
[04:37.054] backed and legs up wheels up into a pit
[04:40.194] and bums and cops standing around right outside the coffee shopit was the
[04:43.827] way they fenced it but he never had the nerve to do it due
[04:46.113] to the fact that he had no money and nowhere to go and O
[04:48.241] his father was dead and O his mother was dead and O his
[04:50.338] sister was dead and O his whereabout was dead was dead but
[04:52.485] and then at that time also I lay in my room on long
[04:56.970] Saturday afternoons listening to Jumpin' George with my
[04:59.201] fifth of tokay no tea and just under the sheets laughed to
[05:02.764] hear the crazy music " Mama, he treats your daughter mean,"
[05:09.555] Mama, Papa, and don' t you come in here I' ll kill you etc.
[05:12.571] getting high by myself in room glooms and all wondrous
[05:16.244] knowing about the Negro the essential American out there
[05:19.531] always finding his solace his meaning in the fellaheen street
[05:24.666] and not in abstract morality and even when he has a church
[05:28.260] you see the pastor out front bowing to the ladies on the make
[05:31.965] you hear his great vibrant voice on the sunny Sunday afternoon
[05:35.863] sidewalk full of sexual vibratos saying " Why yes
[05:38.332] Mam but de gospel do say that man was born of woman' s
[05:41.523] womb" and no and so by that time I come crawling out
[05:46.276] of my warmsack and hit the street when I see the railroad
[05:49.267] ain' t gonna call me till 5 AM Sunday morn probably for a
[05:52.511] local out of Bay Shore in fact always for a local out of Bay
[05:54.917] Shore and I go to the wailbar of all the wildbars in the world
[05:58.425] the one and only ThirdandHoward and there I go in and
[06:01.277] drink with the madmen and if I get drunk I git.
[06:06.301] The girl who come up to me in there the night I was
[06:08.809] there with Al Buckle and said to me " You wanta play with
[06:11.006] me tonight Jim, and?" and I didn' t think I had enough money
[06:17.063] and later told this to Charley Low and he laughed and said
[06:19.361] " How do you know she wanted money always take the chance
[06:21.884] that she might be out just for love or just out for love you
[06:24.918] know what I mean man don' t be a sucker." She was a goodlooking
[06:27.536] doll and said " How would you like to oolyakoo with
[06:32.484] me mon?" and I stood there like a jerk and in fact bought
[06:37.164] drink got drink drunk that night and in the 299 Club
[06:41.253] I was hit by the proprietor the band breaking up the fight before I
[06:44.972] had a chance to decide to hit him back which I didn' t do
[06:46.473] and out on the street I tried to rush back in but they had
[06:51.740] locked the door and were looking at me thru the forbidden
[06:52.826] glass in the door with faces like undersea I should have
[06:56.181] played with her shurrouruuruuruuruuruurukadooky
[06:59.817] Note: This " I" is not included in published versions of the work?
[07:01.276] " second" is printed as " several".