歌曲 | Transcription of Organ Music |
歌手 | Allen Ginsberg |
专辑 | Howl and Other Poems |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ginsberg |
[00:00.000] | Transcription of Organ Music |
[00:05.092] | The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, |
[00:12.308] | The closet door opened, because I used it before, |
[00:16.218] | it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. |
[00:23.430] | I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, |
[00:27.536] | my misery, that's why I want to sing. |
[00:31.198] | The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator, |
[00:36.317] | I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room, |
[00:41.411] | they contained me as the sky contained my garden, |
[00:45.968] | I opened my door |
[00:48.493] | The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post, |
[00:51.778] | the leaves in the night still where the day had placed them, |
[00:54.908] | the animal heads of the flowers where they had arisen to think at the sun |
[00:59.661] | Can I bring back the words? |
[01:03.818] | Will thought of transcription haze my mental open eye? |
[01:08.192] | The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, |
[01:14.731] | my near ecstasy at existing among them |
[01:18.071] | The privilege to witness my existence-you too must seek the sun... |
[01:24.359] | My books piled up before me for my use |
[01:27.536] | waiting in space where I placed them, |
[01:30.497] | they haven't disappeared, |
[01:32.202] | time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use--my words piled up, |
[01:37.092] | my texts, my manuscripts, my loves. |
[01:40.853] | I had a moment of clarity, |
[01:43.140] | saw the feeling in the heart of things, |
[01:45.532] | walked out to the garden crying. |
[01:48.403] | Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun's gone, |
[01:52.289] | they had all grown, in a moment, |
[01:54.513] | and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them... |
[02:00.770] | Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. |
[02:09.611] | I am so lonely in my glory--except they too out there-- |
[02:14.383] | I looked up--those red bush blossoms beckoning and peering in the window waiting in the blind love, |
[02:21.093] | their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat to the sky to receive-- |
[02:26.360] | all creation open to receive--the flat earth itself. |
[02:31.839] | The music descends, as does the tall bending stalk of the heavy blossom, |
[02:36.929] | because it has to, to stay alive, to continue to the last drop of joy. |
[02:41.738] | The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world. |
[02:47.735] | The Father is merciful. |
[02:50.541] | The light socket is crudely attached to the ceiling, after the house was built, |
[02:55.138] | to receive a plug which sticks in it alright, and serves my phonograph now... |
[03:01.494] | The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open. |
[03:08.549] | The kitchen has no door, the hole there will admit me should I wish to enter the kitchen. |
[03:14.164] | I remember when I first got laid, |
[03:16.350] | H.P. graciously took my cherry, |
[03:19.698] | I sat on the docks of Provincetown, age 23, joyful, elevated in hope with the Father, |
[03:26.196] | the door to the womb was open to admit me if I wished to enter. |
[03:31.133] | There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I ever need them. |
[03:35.518] | The kitchen window is open, to admit air... |
[03:38.595] | The telephone--sad to relate--sits on the floor-- |
[03:42.039] | I haven't the money to get it connected-- |
[03:45.262] | I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, |
[03:50.302] | he has seen the presence of the Creator |
[03:52.972] | And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence to gratify my wish, |
[03:58.060] | so as not to cheat me of my yearning for him. |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Ginsberg |
[00:00.000] | Transcription of Organ Music |
[00:05.092] | The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, |
[00:12.308] | The closet door opened, because I used it before, |
[00:16.218] | it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. |
[00:23.430] | I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, |
[00:27.536] | my misery, that' s why I want to sing. |
[00:31.198] | The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator, |
[00:36.317] | I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room, |
[00:41.411] | they contained me as the sky contained my garden, |
[00:45.968] | I opened my door |
[00:48.493] | The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post, |
[00:51.778] | the leaves in the night still where the day had placed them, |
[00:54.908] | the animal heads of the flowers where they had arisen to think at the sun |
[00:59.661] | Can I bring back the words? |
[01:03.818] | Will thought of transcription haze my mental open eye? |
[01:08.192] | The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, |
[01:14.731] | my near ecstasy at existing among them |
[01:18.071] | The privilege to witness my existenceyou too must seek the sun... |
[01:24.359] | My books piled up before me for my use |
[01:27.536] | waiting in space where I placed them, |
[01:30.497] | they haven' t disappeared, |
[01:32.202] | time' s left its remnants and qualities for me to usemy words piled up, |
[01:37.092] | my texts, my manuscripts, my loves. |
[01:40.853] | I had a moment of clarity, |
[01:43.140] | saw the feeling in the heart of things, |
[01:45.532] | walked out to the garden crying. |
[01:48.403] | Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun' s gone, |
[01:52.289] | they had all grown, in a moment, |
[01:54.513] | and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them... |
[02:00.770] | Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. |
[02:09.611] | I am so lonely in my gloryexcept they too out there |
[02:14.383] | I looked upthose red bush blossoms beckoning and peering in the window waiting in the blind love, |
[02:21.093] | their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat to the sky to receive |
[02:26.360] | all creation open to receivethe flat earth itself. |
[02:31.839] | The music descends, as does the tall bending stalk of the heavy blossom, |
[02:36.929] | because it has to, to stay alive, to continue to the last drop of joy. |
[02:41.738] | The world knows the love that' s in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world. |
[02:47.735] | The Father is merciful. |
[02:50.541] | The light socket is crudely attached to the ceiling, after the house was built, |
[02:55.138] | to receive a plug which sticks in it alright, and serves my phonograph now... |
[03:01.494] | The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open. |
[03:08.549] | The kitchen has no door, the hole there will admit me should I wish to enter the kitchen. |
[03:14.164] | I remember when I first got laid, |
[03:16.350] | H. P. graciously took my cherry, |
[03:19.698] | I sat on the docks of Provincetown, age 23, joyful, elevated in hope with the Father, |
[03:26.196] | the door to the womb was open to admit me if I wished to enter. |
[03:31.133] | There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I ever need them. |
[03:35.518] | The kitchen window is open, to admit air... |
[03:38.595] | The telephonesad to relatesits on the floor |
[03:42.039] | I haven' t the money to get it connected |
[03:45.262] | I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, |
[03:50.302] | he has seen the presence of the Creator |
[03:52.972] | And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence to gratify my wish, |
[03:58.060] | so as not to cheat me of my yearning for him. |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ginsberg |
[00:00.000] | Transcription of Organ Music |
[00:05.092] | The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, |
[00:12.308] | The closet door opened, because I used it before, |
[00:16.218] | it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. |
[00:23.430] | I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, |
[00:27.536] | my misery, that' s why I want to sing. |
[00:31.198] | The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator, |
[00:36.317] | I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room, |
[00:41.411] | they contained me as the sky contained my garden, |
[00:45.968] | I opened my door |
[00:48.493] | The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post, |
[00:51.778] | the leaves in the night still where the day had placed them, |
[00:54.908] | the animal heads of the flowers where they had arisen to think at the sun |
[00:59.661] | Can I bring back the words? |
[01:03.818] | Will thought of transcription haze my mental open eye? |
[01:08.192] | The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, |
[01:14.731] | my near ecstasy at existing among them |
[01:18.071] | The privilege to witness my existenceyou too must seek the sun... |
[01:24.359] | My books piled up before me for my use |
[01:27.536] | waiting in space where I placed them, |
[01:30.497] | they haven' t disappeared, |
[01:32.202] | time' s left its remnants and qualities for me to usemy words piled up, |
[01:37.092] | my texts, my manuscripts, my loves. |
[01:40.853] | I had a moment of clarity, |
[01:43.140] | saw the feeling in the heart of things, |
[01:45.532] | walked out to the garden crying. |
[01:48.403] | Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun' s gone, |
[01:52.289] | they had all grown, in a moment, |
[01:54.513] | and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them... |
[02:00.770] | Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. |
[02:09.611] | I am so lonely in my gloryexcept they too out there |
[02:14.383] | I looked upthose red bush blossoms beckoning and peering in the window waiting in the blind love, |
[02:21.093] | their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat to the sky to receive |
[02:26.360] | all creation open to receivethe flat earth itself. |
[02:31.839] | The music descends, as does the tall bending stalk of the heavy blossom, |
[02:36.929] | because it has to, to stay alive, to continue to the last drop of joy. |
[02:41.738] | The world knows the love that' s in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world. |
[02:47.735] | The Father is merciful. |
[02:50.541] | The light socket is crudely attached to the ceiling, after the house was built, |
[02:55.138] | to receive a plug which sticks in it alright, and serves my phonograph now... |
[03:01.494] | The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open. |
[03:08.549] | The kitchen has no door, the hole there will admit me should I wish to enter the kitchen. |
[03:14.164] | I remember when I first got laid, |
[03:16.350] | H. P. graciously took my cherry, |
[03:19.698] | I sat on the docks of Provincetown, age 23, joyful, elevated in hope with the Father, |
[03:26.196] | the door to the womb was open to admit me if I wished to enter. |
[03:31.133] | There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I ever need them. |
[03:35.518] | The kitchen window is open, to admit air... |
[03:38.595] | The telephonesad to relatesits on the floor |
[03:42.039] | I haven' t the money to get it connected |
[03:45.262] | I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, |
[03:50.302] | he has seen the presence of the Creator |
[03:52.972] | And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence to gratify my wish, |
[03:58.060] | so as not to cheat me of my yearning for him. |