October In The Railroad Earth 歌词

歌曲	October In The Railroad Earth
歌手	Jack Kerouac
专辑	On The Beat Generation
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[00:00.000]	作词 : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]	作曲 : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]	……
[00:10.689]	There was a little alley in San Francisco,
[00:14.188]	back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend.
[00:17.190]	In redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices.
[00:21.692]	In the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy,
[00:24.945]	as soon they’ll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings.
[00:28.700]	on foot and in buses,
[00:29.958]	and all well-dressed thru workingman Frisco of walkup truck drivers,
[00:34.445]	and even the poor grime-bemarked Third Street of lost bums,
[00:38.198]	even Negros so hopeless and long left East,
[00:41.461]	and meanings of responsibility and try.
[00:44.705]	That now all they do is stand there spitting in the broken glass,
[00:48.223]	sometimes fifty in one afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard.
[00:52.711]	And here’s all these Millbrae and SanCarlos neat-necktied producers,
[00:56.467]	and commuters of America, and Steel civilization,
[00:59.730]	rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins,
[01:03.987]	not even enough time to be disdainful.
[01:06.989]	They’ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all the way up to 146
[01:12.989]	till the time of evening supper in homes of therailroad earth.
[01:16.258]	When high in the sky the magic stars ride above
[01:18.745]	the following hotshot freight trains.
[01:21.000]	It’s all in California.
[01:22.879]	It’s all a sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my jeans
[01:28.521]	with head on handkerchief on brakeman’s lantern or (if not working) on book.
[01:33.008]	I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity,
[01:36.533]	And feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me,
[01:41.518]	And I have insane conversations with Negroes in second-story windows above,
[01:46.788]	and everything is pouring in.
[01:49.032]	The switching moves of boxcars in that little alley,
[01:51.776]	which is so much like the alleys of Lowell,
[01:53.538]	and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine calling our mountains.
[02:00.048]	But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S.P. alley,
[02:05.069]	puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin
[02:11.559]	to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart.
[02:18.083]	It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon nathin’ to do.
[02:26.591]	Ole Frisco with end of land sadness.
[02:31.080]	The people--the alley full of trucks and cars of businesses nearabouts.
[02:37.836]	And nobody knew or far from cared
[02:39.586]	who I was all my life three thousand five hundred miles from birth-O opened up,
[02:44.337]	And at last belonged to me in Great America.
[02:49.345]	Now it's night in Third Street,
[02:56.099]	the keen little neons and also yellow bulblights of impossible-to-believe flops,
[03:03.120]	With dark ruined shadows moving back of tom yellow shades
[03:07.106]	like a degenerate China with no money.
[03:10.368]	The cats in Annie's Alley,
[03:12.863]	the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with darkness.
[03:20.117]	Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old hotel roofs,
[03:25.387]	And blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior,
[03:29.145]	The grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth by tooth.
[03:33.898]	The reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak, chair and slantboards
[03:37.892]	and old faces looking up over rimless spectacles bought in some
[03:42.145]	West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool England pawnshop long before I was born.
[03:47.390]	And across rains they've come to the end of the land sadness
[03:51.147]	end of the world gladness,
[03:52.923]	All you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually, and burn again.
[03:58.662]	But I'm walking and one night,
[04:01.168]	a bum fell into the hole of the construction job
[04:03.675]	where they're tearing a sewer by day,
[04:05.683]	The husky Pacific & Electric youths in torn jeans who work there often I think of
[04:10.667]	going up to some of them like say blond ones with wild hair and tom shirts and say:
[04:14.689]	"You oughta apply for the railroad it's much easier work,
[04:16.923]	you don't stand around the street all day and you get much more pay."
[04:20.457]	But this bum fell in the hole you saw his foot stick out,
[04:22.950]	a British MG also driven by some eccentric once backed into the hole.
[04:27.695]	And as I came home from a long Saturday afternoon local to Hollister out
[04:30.438]	of San Jose miles away across verdurous fields of prune and juice joy,
[04:34.694]	here's this British MG backed and legs up wheels up into a pit,
[04:38.945]	and bums and cops standing around right outside the coffee shop.
[04:42.210]	It was the way they fenced it.
[04:43.463]	But he never had the nerve to do it due to the fact
[04:45.211]	that he had no money and nowhere to go，
[04:46.725]	O his father was dead and O his mother was dead and O his sister was dead
[04:49.963]	and O his where about was dead was dead.
[04:52.552]	But and then at that time also I lay in my room on long Saturday afternoons
[04:56.723]	listening to Jumpin' George, with my fifth of tokay no tea,
[05:00.221]	and just under the sheets laughed to hear the crazy music:
[05:02.988]	"Mama, he treats your daughter mean."
[05:07.739]	"Mama, Papa, and don't you come in here I'll kill you." etc.
[05:11.239]	Getting high by myself in room glooms and all wondrous,
[05:15.002]	knowing about the Negro the essential American,
[05:18.002]	out there always finding his solace his meaning in the fellaheen street,
[05:23.512]	and not in abstract morality.
[05:25.519]	And even when he has a church,
[05:27.268]	you see the pastor out front bowing to the ladies,
[05:29.775]	on the make you hear his great vibrant voice on the sunny Sunday afternoon
[05:34.291]	sidewalk full of sexual vibratos saying: "Why yes mam,
[05:37.789]	but de gospel do say that man was born of woman's womb*."
[05:41.549]	And no, and so by that time,
[05:44.289]	I come crawling out of my warmsack and hit the street,
[05:47.303]	when I see the railroad ain't gonna call me till 5 AM Sunday morning,
[05:50.060]	probably for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:52.303]	In fact, always for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:54.609]	And I go to the wailbar of all the wildbars in the world,
[05:57.311]	the one and only Third-and-Howard.
[05:59.321]	And there I go in and drink with the madmen, and if I get drunk I git.
[06:04.596]	The girl who come up to me in there the night, I was there with Al Buckle
[06:08.590]	and said to me: "You wanta play with me tonight Jim?"
[06:11.329]	And I didn't think...I had enough money.
[06:15.583]	And later told this to Charley Low and he laughed and said:
[06:18.115]	"How do you know she wanted money always take the chance,
[06:20.622]	that she might be out just for love or just out for love,
[06:23.871]	you know what I mean man don't be a sucker."
[06:25.867]	She was a goodlooking doll,
[06:27.357]	and she said: "How would you like to oolyakoo with me mon?"
[06:31.610]	And I stood there, like a jerk.
[06:34.377]	In fact, bought drink got drink drunk that night and in the 299 Club.
[06:39.885]	I was hit by the proprietor the band breaking up the fight before,
[06:43.645]	I had a chance to decide to hit him back which I didn't do anyway.
[06:46.645]	And out on the street I tried to rush back in,
[06:49.681]	but they had locked the door,
[06:50.765]	and were looking at me through the forbidden glass in the door,
[06:52.415]	with faces like undersea.
[06:54.422]	I should have played with her
[06:55.910]	shulululululululululukadooky.?
[06:58.677]	heng...
[07:00.679]	…

[00:00.000]	zuo ci : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]	zuo qu : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]
[00:10.689]	There was a little alley in San Francisco,
[00:14.188]	back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend.
[00:17.190]	In redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices.
[00:21.692]	In the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy,
[00:24.945]	as soon they' ll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings.
[00:28.700]	on foot and in buses,
[00:29.958]	and all welldressed thru workingman Frisco of walkup truck drivers,
[00:34.445]	and even the poor grimebemarked Third Street of lost bums,
[00:38.198]	even Negros so hopeless and long left East,
[00:41.461]	and meanings of responsibility and try.
[00:44.705]	That now all they do is stand there spitting in the broken glass,
[00:48.223]	sometimes fifty in one afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard.
[00:52.711]	And here' s all these Millbrae and SanCarlos neatnecktied producers,
[00:56.467]	and commuters of America, and Steel civilization,
[00:59.730]	rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green CallBulletins,
[01:03.987]	not even enough time to be disdainful.
[01:06.989]	They' ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all the way up to 146
[01:12.989]	till the time of evening supper in homes of therailroad earth.
[01:16.258]	When high in the sky the magic stars ride above
[01:18.745]	the following hotshot freight trains.
[01:21.000]	It' s all in California.
[01:22.879]	It' s all a sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my jeans
[01:28.521]	with head on handkerchief on brakeman' s lantern or if not working on book.
[01:33.008]	I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity,
[01:36.533]	And feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me,
[01:41.518]	And I have insane conversations with Negroes in secondstory windows above,
[01:46.788]	and everything is pouring in.
[01:49.032]	The switching moves of boxcars in that little alley,
[01:51.776]	which is so much like the alleys of Lowell,
[01:53.538]	and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine calling our mountains.
[02:00.048]	But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S. P. alley,
[02:05.069]	puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin
[02:11.559]	to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart.
[02:18.083]	It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon nathin' to do.
[02:26.591]	Ole Frisco with end of land sadness.
[02:31.080]	The peoplethe alley full of trucks and cars of businesses nearabouts.
[02:37.836]	And nobody knew or far from cared
[02:39.586]	who I was all my life three thousand five hundred miles from birthO opened up,
[02:44.337]	And at last belonged to me in Great America.
[02:49.345]	Now it' s night in Third Street,
[02:56.099]	the keen little neons and also yellow bulblights of impossibletobelieve flops,
[03:03.120]	With dark ruined shadows moving back of tom yellow shades
[03:07.106]	like a degenerate China with no money.
[03:10.368]	The cats in Annie' s Alley,
[03:12.863]	the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with darkness.
[03:20.117]	Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old hotel roofs,
[03:25.387]	And blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior,
[03:29.145]	The grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth by tooth.
[03:33.898]	The reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak, chair and slantboards
[03:37.892]	and old faces looking up over rimless spectacles bought in some
[03:42.145]	West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool England pawnshop long before I was born.
[03:47.390]	And across rains they' ve come to the end of the land sadness
[03:51.147]	end of the world gladness,
[03:52.923]	All you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually, and burn again.
[03:58.662]	But I' m walking and one night,
[04:01.168]	a bum fell into the hole of the construction job
[04:03.675]	where they' re tearing a sewer by day,
[04:05.683]	The husky Pacific Electric youths in torn jeans who work there often I think of
[04:10.667]	going up to some of them like say blond ones with wild hair and tom shirts and say:
[04:14.689]	" You oughta apply for the railroad it' s much easier work,
[04:16.923]	you don' t stand around the street all day and you get much more pay."
[04:20.457]	But this bum fell in the hole you saw his foot stick out,
[04:22.950]	a British MG also driven by some eccentric once backed into the hole.
[04:27.695]	And as I came home from a long Saturday afternoon local to Hollister out
[04:30.438]	of San Jose miles away across verdurous fields of prune and juice joy,
[04:34.694]	here' s this British MG backed and legs up wheels up into a pit,
[04:38.945]	and bums and cops standing around right outside the coffee shop.
[04:42.210]	It was the way they fenced it.
[04:43.463]	But he never had the nerve to do it due to the fact
[04:45.211]	that he had no money and nowhere to go,
[04:46.725]	O his father was dead and O his mother was dead and O his sister was dead
[04:49.963]	and O his where about was dead was dead.
[04:52.552]	But and then at that time also I lay in my room on long Saturday afternoons
[04:56.723]	listening to Jumpin' George, with my fifth of tokay no tea,
[05:00.221]	and just under the sheets laughed to hear the crazy music:
[05:02.988]	" Mama, he treats your daughter mean."
[05:07.739]	" Mama, Papa, and don' t you come in here I' ll kill you." etc.
[05:11.239]	Getting high by myself in room glooms and all wondrous,
[05:15.002]	knowing about the Negro the essential American,
[05:18.002]	out there always finding his solace his meaning in the fellaheen street,
[05:23.512]	and not in abstract morality.
[05:25.519]	And even when he has a church,
[05:27.268]	you see the pastor out front bowing to the ladies,
[05:29.775]	on the make you hear his great vibrant voice on the sunny Sunday afternoon
[05:34.291]	sidewalk full of sexual vibratos saying: " Why yes mam,
[05:37.789]	but de gospel do say that man was born of woman' s womb."
[05:41.549]	And no, and so by that time,
[05:44.289]	I come crawling out of my warmsack and hit the street,
[05:47.303]	when I see the railroad ain' t gonna call me till 5 AM Sunday morning,
[05:50.060]	probably for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:52.303]	In fact, always for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:54.609]	And I go to the wailbar of all the wildbars in the world,
[05:57.311]	the one and only ThirdandHoward.
[05:59.321]	And there I go in and drink with the madmen, and if I get drunk I git.
[06:04.596]	The girl who come up to me in there the night, I was there with Al Buckle
[06:08.590]	and said to me: " You wanta play with me tonight Jim?"
[06:11.329]	And I didn' t think... I had enough money.
[06:15.583]	And later told this to Charley Low and he laughed and said:
[06:18.115]	" How do you know she wanted money always take the chance,
[06:20.622]	that she might be out just for love or just out for love,
[06:23.871]	you know what I mean man don' t be a sucker."
[06:25.867]	She was a goodlooking doll,
[06:27.357]	and she said: " How would you like to oolyakoo with me mon?"
[06:31.610]	And I stood there, like a jerk.
[06:34.377]	In fact, bought drink got drink drunk that night and in the 299 Club.
[06:39.885]	I was hit by the proprietor the band breaking up the fight before,
[06:43.645]	I had a chance to decide to hit him back which I didn' t do anyway.
[06:46.645]	And out on the street I tried to rush back in,
[06:49.681]	but they had locked the door,
[06:50.765]	and were looking at me through the forbidden glass in the door,
[06:52.415]	with faces like undersea.
[06:54.422]	I should have played with her
[06:55.910]	shulululululululululukadooky.?
[06:58.677]	heng...
[07:00.679]

[00:00.000]	zuò cí : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]
[00:10.689]	There was a little alley in San Francisco,
[00:14.188]	back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend.
[00:17.190]	In redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices.
[00:21.692]	In the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy,
[00:24.945]	as soon they' ll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings.
[00:28.700]	on foot and in buses,
[00:29.958]	and all welldressed thru workingman Frisco of walkup truck drivers,
[00:34.445]	and even the poor grimebemarked Third Street of lost bums,
[00:38.198]	even Negros so hopeless and long left East,
[00:41.461]	and meanings of responsibility and try.
[00:44.705]	That now all they do is stand there spitting in the broken glass,
[00:48.223]	sometimes fifty in one afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard.
[00:52.711]	And here' s all these Millbrae and SanCarlos neatnecktied producers,
[00:56.467]	and commuters of America, and Steel civilization,
[00:59.730]	rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green CallBulletins,
[01:03.987]	not even enough time to be disdainful.
[01:06.989]	They' ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all the way up to 146
[01:12.989]	till the time of evening supper in homes of therailroad earth.
[01:16.258]	When high in the sky the magic stars ride above
[01:18.745]	the following hotshot freight trains.
[01:21.000]	It' s all in California.
[01:22.879]	It' s all a sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my jeans
[01:28.521]	with head on handkerchief on brakeman' s lantern or if not working on book.
[01:33.008]	I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity,
[01:36.533]	And feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me,
[01:41.518]	And I have insane conversations with Negroes in secondstory windows above,
[01:46.788]	and everything is pouring in.
[01:49.032]	The switching moves of boxcars in that little alley,
[01:51.776]	which is so much like the alleys of Lowell,
[01:53.538]	and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine calling our mountains.
[02:00.048]	But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S. P. alley,
[02:05.069]	puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin
[02:11.559]	to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart.
[02:18.083]	It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon nathin' to do.
[02:26.591]	Ole Frisco with end of land sadness.
[02:31.080]	The peoplethe alley full of trucks and cars of businesses nearabouts.
[02:37.836]	And nobody knew or far from cared
[02:39.586]	who I was all my life three thousand five hundred miles from birthO opened up,
[02:44.337]	And at last belonged to me in Great America.
[02:49.345]	Now it' s night in Third Street,
[02:56.099]	the keen little neons and also yellow bulblights of impossibletobelieve flops,
[03:03.120]	With dark ruined shadows moving back of tom yellow shades
[03:07.106]	like a degenerate China with no money.
[03:10.368]	The cats in Annie' s Alley,
[03:12.863]	the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with darkness.
[03:20.117]	Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old hotel roofs,
[03:25.387]	And blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior,
[03:29.145]	The grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth by tooth.
[03:33.898]	The reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak, chair and slantboards
[03:37.892]	and old faces looking up over rimless spectacles bought in some
[03:42.145]	West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool England pawnshop long before I was born.
[03:47.390]	And across rains they' ve come to the end of the land sadness
[03:51.147]	end of the world gladness,
[03:52.923]	All you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually, and burn again.
[03:58.662]	But I' m walking and one night,
[04:01.168]	a bum fell into the hole of the construction job
[04:03.675]	where they' re tearing a sewer by day,
[04:05.683]	The husky Pacific Electric youths in torn jeans who work there often I think of
[04:10.667]	going up to some of them like say blond ones with wild hair and tom shirts and say:
[04:14.689]	" You oughta apply for the railroad it' s much easier work,
[04:16.923]	you don' t stand around the street all day and you get much more pay."
[04:20.457]	But this bum fell in the hole you saw his foot stick out,
[04:22.950]	a British MG also driven by some eccentric once backed into the hole.
[04:27.695]	And as I came home from a long Saturday afternoon local to Hollister out
[04:30.438]	of San Jose miles away across verdurous fields of prune and juice joy,
[04:34.694]	here' s this British MG backed and legs up wheels up into a pit,
[04:38.945]	and bums and cops standing around right outside the coffee shop.
[04:42.210]	It was the way they fenced it.
[04:43.463]	But he never had the nerve to do it due to the fact
[04:45.211]	that he had no money and nowhere to go,
[04:46.725]	O his father was dead and O his mother was dead and O his sister was dead
[04:49.963]	and O his where about was dead was dead.
[04:52.552]	But and then at that time also I lay in my room on long Saturday afternoons
[04:56.723]	listening to Jumpin' George, with my fifth of tokay no tea,
[05:00.221]	and just under the sheets laughed to hear the crazy music:
[05:02.988]	" Mama, he treats your daughter mean."
[05:07.739]	" Mama, Papa, and don' t you come in here I' ll kill you." etc.
[05:11.239]	Getting high by myself in room glooms and all wondrous,
[05:15.002]	knowing about the Negro the essential American,
[05:18.002]	out there always finding his solace his meaning in the fellaheen street,
[05:23.512]	and not in abstract morality.
[05:25.519]	And even when he has a church,
[05:27.268]	you see the pastor out front bowing to the ladies,
[05:29.775]	on the make you hear his great vibrant voice on the sunny Sunday afternoon
[05:34.291]	sidewalk full of sexual vibratos saying: " Why yes mam,
[05:37.789]	but de gospel do say that man was born of woman' s womb."
[05:41.549]	And no, and so by that time,
[05:44.289]	I come crawling out of my warmsack and hit the street,
[05:47.303]	when I see the railroad ain' t gonna call me till 5 AM Sunday morning,
[05:50.060]	probably for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:52.303]	In fact, always for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:54.609]	And I go to the wailbar of all the wildbars in the world,
[05:57.311]	the one and only ThirdandHoward.
[05:59.321]	And there I go in and drink with the madmen, and if I get drunk I git.
[06:04.596]	The girl who come up to me in there the night, I was there with Al Buckle
[06:08.590]	and said to me: " You wanta play with me tonight Jim?"
[06:11.329]	And I didn' t think... I had enough money.
[06:15.583]	And later told this to Charley Low and he laughed and said:
[06:18.115]	" How do you know she wanted money always take the chance,
[06:20.622]	that she might be out just for love or just out for love,
[06:23.871]	you know what I mean man don' t be a sucker."
[06:25.867]	She was a goodlooking doll,
[06:27.357]	and she said: " How would you like to oolyakoo with me mon?"
[06:31.610]	And I stood there, like a jerk.
[06:34.377]	In fact, bought drink got drink drunk that night and in the 299 Club.
[06:39.885]	I was hit by the proprietor the band breaking up the fight before,
[06:43.645]	I had a chance to decide to hit him back which I didn' t do anyway.
[06:46.645]	And out on the street I tried to rush back in,
[06:49.681]	but they had locked the door,
[06:50.765]	and were looking at me through the forbidden glass in the door,
[06:52.415]	with faces like undersea.
[06:54.422]	I should have played with her
[06:55.910]	shulululululululululukadooky.?
[06:58.677]	heng...
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[00:10.689]	圣费朗西斯科(旧金山,美国加利福尼亚州太平洋沿岸的港口城市)这里有一条小巷,
[00:14.188]	位于第三街和汤森路的南太平洋站后面.
[00:17.190]	在这个昏昏欲睡的下午,每个人都忙碌于办公室里辛勤的工作,
[00:21.692]	你能感受到在这座城市上空所弥漫着的那即将到来的通勤热潮.
[00:24.945]	很快他们便会从集市区和三森姆大厦那边赶来集体收费.
[00:28.700]	路上的行人,乘公共汽车的人,
[00:29.958]	所有穿着得体的从无电梯公寓经过的费里斯科工人及卡车司机,
[00:34.445]	还有那可怜的脏兮兮的游离于第三街道而无处可归的流浪汉,
[00:38.198]	甚至是连黑人兄弟们都如此的绝望,久久地离开了东部,
[00:41.461]	带着他们所谓的一些关于责任的意义来到这个地方进行着尝试.
[00:44.705]	而现在,他们所做的却是站在那里对着破碎玻璃喷吐唾沫,
[00:48.223]	有时五十个人聚集在一起,下午靠在第三街道和霍华德街道里的一堵墙上无所事事.
[00:52.711]	在这里所有的这些米尔布雷和圣·卡洛斯的系着整洁领带的生产商,
[00:56.467]	美国上下班往返的工作者和钢铁文明的通勤者们,
[00:59.730]	都拿着《旧金山纪事报》(创刊于1865年,报道当地各类新闻)和绿色的《呼叫公报》匆匆而过,
[01:03.987]	连去轻蔑的时间都不够.
[01:06.989]	他们要及时搭上130号,132号,134号,136号,
[01:12.989]	直至146路的班车,在这个各地都布满着铁轨的地球上赶到与家人们共享美味晚餐的时刻.
[01:16.258]	当赋有神奇魔法的闪闪发亮的星星在高高的夜空中盘旋时,
[01:18.745]	下面就正是这些一列一列在行驶中冒着滚滚浓烟的炙热的货运火车出行的景象.
[01:21.000]	这里的一切景象都发生在加利福尼亚.(位于美国西部临太平洋沿岸的一个州).
[01:22.879]	这里全都是一片海,我在烈日炎炎的下午于海岸边游泳,我穿着牛仔裤,
[01:28.521]	把手帕叠放在司闸员的灯笼上,然后坐下来低头倚靠着它静静地沉思冥想,或者(如果不工作的话)看书.
[01:33.008]	我仰望着那片特别完美但又略失一丝纯洁的蔚蓝天空,
[01:36.533]	感受着脚下美利坚的这片远从古老的原始土地上横跨千年所遗留下来的弧形灌木,
[01:41.518]	我在二楼的窗户里与黑人兄弟进行着疯狂的交谈,(指在交谈内容中所涉及之事能令其感到极度兴奋而达到一种亢奋至精疲力竭的状态).
[01:46.788]	好像所有的一切都涌入了其中.
[01:49.032]	那小巷子里的车厢在交替移动,
[01:51.776]	这巷子很像洛厄尔的巷子(Jack的故乡--马萨诸塞州古老的纺织工业城镇-洛威尔).
[01:53.538]	我听到远处汽车启动的引擎声在召唤我们的山岭,仿佛夜幕即将降临.
[02:00.048]	而我总是能在萨尔·帕拉迪斯小巷子上方看到那片飘浮于辽阔无垠的天空中的美丽的云彩.
[02:05.069]	从奥克兰或者马林门向北部,
[02:11.559]	或向圣何塞南部飘来的迷雾,还有那令人心醉的加州山脉及河流的澄澈.
[02:18.083]	在闲暇的下午时光里从妈妈昏昏欲睡的状态中发出的奇妙的嗡咻声,
[02:26.591]	带着费里斯科这片大地上最后的悲伤.
[02:31.080]	这里的人们--这条小巷前挤满了卡车和从商业区附近驶来的汽车.
[02:37.836]	在离我出生的三千五百英里以外的地方,
[02:39.586]	没有人关心我是谁,我从哪里来以及我的生活,
[02:44.337]	最后这条小巷道终于在这大美洲上属于我了,并给予我慰藉.
[02:49.345]	此时此刻,就在第三街的夜晚,
[02:56.099]	敏锐的小霓虹灯和亮得令人难以置信的霓黄暖灯,
[03:03.120]	其散发着的光芒使这片黑暗的废墟里的影子被映射于深黄色的汤姆后面缓慢地移动,
[03:07.106]	就像一个百废待兴的目之所及便全是满目疮痍的中国一样.
[03:10.368]	安妮巷里的小猫咪,
[03:12.863]	扑通一声从墙顶上方跳下来疲惫地在地上翻滚着朝着街角呻吟而去,街道里充斥着黑暗.
[03:20.117]	幽蓝的夜空中的星星高悬在旧旅馆的屋顶上方,
[03:25.387]	我听到旅馆内的鼓风机呜呜地呼出室内灰尘的声音,
[03:29.145]	还有周围不知是在哪一所房子里的从字里行间中传出的令人难堪的于嘴边一句一句喷涌而来的吵架声.
[03:33.898]	阅览室里的大钟滴嗒滴答地响着,椅子上下摇晃得嘎吱作响,斜板子也在发出咯吱作响的声音.
[03:37.892]	老人们抬起头,看着这些早在我出生前,就于西弗吉尼亚、弗罗里达,
[03:42.145]	或英格兰利物浦的某家当铺里买来的无框眼镜.
[03:47.390]	穿过森林大地,接受大自然之雨的洗礼后,他们来到大陆的尽头悲伤,
[03:51.147]	来到世界的尽头欢乐,
[03:52.923]	你们所有的圣费朗西斯科人会最终倒下,然后又再次燃烧.
[03:58.662]	但我走着走着,一天晚上,
[04:01.168]	有一个流浪汉,掉进了一个建筑工地上的洞坑里.
[04:03.675]	他们白天在那里拆除和修理下水道,
[04:05.683]	在那里工作的那些身材魁梧的太平洋电力公司的年轻人都穿着破牛仔裤.
[04:10.667]	我经常想到去找他们中的一些人,比如那个头发乱糟糟的金发碧眼的穿着棕色汤姆衬衫的年轻人,对他说:
[04:14.689]	“你应该去申请到铁路局工作,那儿要轻松得多,
[04:16.923]	不要整天站在这街上做这活,你会得到更多的薪资的.”
[04:20.457]	但是这个流浪汉掉到洞里了,你可以看到他的脚朝天的从洞口伸出来.
[04:22.950]	一辆英国MG也曾被一个古怪的人开着倒进了洞里,(由其创始人威廉·莫里斯于1924年在英国牛津创立的一个汽车品牌,全名Morris Garages,简称名爵MG).
[04:27.695]	那是当我从圣荷西的霍利斯特当地度过了一个漫长的周六下午后,
[04:30.438]	穿过茂密的长满着青翠的西梅干和附近提供欢乐果汁的田野回到家时,
[04:34.694]	所看到的那辆英国MG往后倒向了那边,脚踩着发动器的踏板,车轮移动到洞口前随着洞坑边缘滑下去,整个车就翻倒在了坑里,
[04:38.945]	而流浪汉和警察们当时就站在咖啡店外的周围,假装无此事发生.
[04:42.210]	这就是他们回避的方式.
[04:43.463]	他从来没有勇气去这么做,
[04:45.211]	因为他没有钱,也无处可去.
[04:46.725]	而且啊,他的爸爸离他而去,他的妈妈离他而去,他的妹妹离他而去,
[04:49.963]	他曾经生活过的那个温馨的地方也不在了,这些统统都从他的世界里消失不见了.
[04:52.552]	而就在那个时候,我也在漫长的周六下午躺在我的房间里,
[04:56.723]	听着乔治的音乐,用我的茶杯喝着我的第五杯葡萄酒,
[05:00.221]	就在床单板下面,笑着听到这些疯狂的音乐,他就这样唱着:
[05:02.988]	“妈妈,他对待你的女儿很刻薄啊!”
[05:07.739]	“妈妈,爸爸,你们别进来了,我已精神崩溃控制不住自己,我会乱枪发疯的!”等等.
[05:11.239]	独自醉生梦死在房间里忧郁着,所有的东西都让我感到很奇妙.
[05:15.002]	我了解黑人,我了解美国人的根本,
[05:18.002]	他们总是能够从街上的同胞中而不是从抽象的道德里,
[05:23.512]	找到心灵的慰藉与自身的意义.
[05:25.519]	甚至是当他有一个教堂时,
[05:27.268]	你会看到牧师站在前面向街上的女士鞠躬,(指新教里的一种神职人员,负责教徒宗教生活和管理教堂事务,《新约》中以牧人喻耶稣,以羊群喻教徒,用以称呼教牧人员).
[05:29.775]	这会让你在阳光明媚的周日下午伫立于人行街道上,
[05:34.291]	听到他那充满了调皮性调的颤音声说:“妈妈,为什么是这样的,
[05:37.789]	但福音那确实是说男人是从女人的小肚子里出生的啊.”(指《圣经》中关于耶稣的生平和教诲的四福音书之一,基督教把耶稣和他的门徒所宣扬的教义叫福音).呜~
[05:41.549]	哈哈,好了不逗你啦.
[05:44.289]	于是我从我的温暖背袋里爬出来,走到街上的时候,
[05:47.303]	我得知铁路局要到周日早上五点才能给我打电话,
[05:50.060]	很可能是为了海湾区以外的本地人.
[05:52.303]	事实上,总是为了湾沿岸以外的本地人.
[05:54.609]	之后我去了世界上所有疯狂之人的酒吧,
[05:57.311]	唯一仅有的第三号-霍华德酒吧.
[05:59.321]	在那里我进去和疯子们一同畅饮,如果我喝醉了,我就会把我喝的从胃里全部倾吐出来.
[06:04.596]	那个晚上我和埃尔·巴克尔在酒吧的时候,一个女孩突然走到我面前,
[06:08.590]	对我说:“吉姆,今晚你想和我一起不醉方休么？”
[06:11.329]	我不认为...呵哼额...我想我并没有足够多的费用可供我花销.
[06:15.583]	后来她把这事告诉了查理·洛,他笑着说道:
[06:18.115]	“你怎么知道她就是想要为了钱而抓住这个机会才靠近你的?
[06:20.622]	她可能是为了爱或只是为了爱才出来的,
[06:23.871]	你懂我的意思,伙计,别做个傻瓜了.”
[06:25.867]	她是一个很漂亮的长发女郎,
[06:27.357]	她见我露出知晓其意的神情后接着便用充满着讽衅的腔调嘲笑我说道:“你愿意和我*一起不醉不归么？”
[06:31.610]	呵呵…我就像一个傻瓜一样站在那里手足无措,眼神无处安放,蠢极了.
[06:34.377]	实际上,那天晚上我在299号俱乐部喝得酩酊大醉.
[06:39.885]	在我有机会决定还击他之前,醉醺醺的我就被老板给偷袭了,
[06:43.645]	但我没有这样做,是乐队的人疏散了这场战斗.
[06:46.645]	随后,我走在街上想了想试图冲进去,
[06:49.681]	但他们已经锁上了门,
[06:50.765]	透过门上的禁闭玻璃窗看着我.他们脸上露出的表情出现在那上面的模样,
[06:52.415]	就像是把自己置于大海上方透过水面向海底望去时所看到的水下混沌扭曲的物体一样,模模糊糊的.
[06:54.422]	今晚我出现在这个地方,面对着此情此景,顿时有一种怪诞而寂清的氛围生发出来充斥在空间里包裹着我,仿佛暗示着我什么.
[06:55.910]	我是应该学着处事要圆滑世故一点给其赏个脸面的？与她不醉方休....咻噜噜噜嘟嘟柯嘟嘟...今朝有酒今朝醉~.
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