[00:00.000] 作词 : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jack Kerouac
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[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.?
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