October In The Railroad Earth - Jack Kerouac.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.611] 作曲 : Jack Kerouac
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[00:12.950]There was a little alley in San Francisco,
[00:15.456]back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend.
[00:18.693]In redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices.
[00:22.972]In the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy,
[00:26.410]as soon they’ll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings.
[00:30.164]on foot and in buses,
[00:31.205]and all well-dressed thru workingman Frisco of walkup truck drivers,
[00:36.204]and even the poor grime-bemarked Third Street of lost bums,
[00:39.724]even Negros so hopeless and long left East,
[00:42.950]and meanings of responsibility and try.
[00:46.181]that now all they do is stand there spitting in the broken glass,
[00:49.729]sometimes fifty in one afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard.
[00:53.906]And here’s all these Millbrae and SanCarlos neat-necktied producers,
[00:58.187]and commuters of America, and Steel civilization
[01:01.215]rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins,
[01:05.181]not even enough time to be disdainful.
[01:08.211]They’ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all the way up to 146 till
[01:14.671]the time of evening supper in homes of therailroad earth.
[01:17.908]When high in the sky the magic stars ride above the following hotshot freight trains.
[01:22.711]It’s all in California.
[01:24.486]It’s all a sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my jeans
[01:30.220]with head on handkerchief on brakeman’s lantern or (if not working) on book.
[01:35.023]I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity,
[01:38.262]and feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me,
[01:42.959]and I have insane conversations with Negroes in second-story windows above,
[01:47.965]and everything is pouring in.
[01:50.787]The switching moves of boxcars in that little alley,
[01:53.294]which is so much like the alleys of Lowell, and I hear far off
[01:55.798]in the sense of coming night that engine calling our mountains.
[02:02.063]But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S.P. alley,
[02:07.075]puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin
[02:13.246]to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart.
[02:19.817]It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon nathin’ to do.
[02:28.268]Ole Frisco with end of land sadness--the people--
[02:35.051]-the alley full of trucks and cars of businesses nearabouts.
[02:39.328]And nobody knew or far from cared
[02:41.105]who I was all my life three thousand five hundred miles from birth-O opened up,
[02:46.116]and at last belonged to me in Great America.
[02:50.809]Now it's night in Third Street,
[02:57.605]the keen little neons and also yellow bulblights of impossible-to-believe flops,
[03:04.838]with dark ruined shadows moving back of tom yellow shades
[03:08.804]like a degenerate China with no money.
[03:11.830]The cats in Annie's Alley,
[03:14.649]the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with darkness.
[03:22.165]Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old hotel roofs,
[03:27.173]and blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior,
[03:30.938]the grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth by tooth.
[03:35.625]The reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak, chair and slantboards
[03:40.058]and old faces looking up over rimless spectacles bought in some
[03:43.600]West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool England pawnshop long before I was born.
[03:49.547]and across rains they've come to the end of the land sadness
[03:52.892]end of the world gladness,
[03:54.548]all you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually, and burn again.
[04:00.079]But I'm walking and one night,
[04:02.894]a bum fell into the hole of the construction job
[04:05.400]where they're tearing a sewer by day,
[04:07.383]the husky Pacific & Electric youths in torn jeans who work there often I think of
[04:12.603]going up to some of them like say blond ones with wild hair and tom shirts and say:
[04:16.573]"You oughta apply for the railroad it's much easier work,
[04:18.870]you don't stand around the street all day and you get much more pay."
[04:21.898]But this bum fell in the hole you saw his foot stick out,
[04:24.925]a British MG also driven by some eccentric once backed into the hole.
[04:29.824]and as I came home from a long Saturday afternoon local to Hollister out
[04:32.437]of San Jose miles away across verdurous fields of prune and juice joy,
[04:36.613]here's this British MG backed and legs up wheels up into a pit,
[04:40.894]and bums and cops standing around right outside the coffee shop.
[04:43.922]It was the way they fenced it.
[04:45.383]but he never had the nerve to do it due to the fact
[04:47.142]that he had no money and nowhere to go，
[04:48.394]O his father was dead and O his mother was dead and O his sister was dead and
[04:51.849]O his where about was dead was dead.
[04:54.347]But and then at that time also I lay in my room on long Saturday afternoons
[04:58.623]listening to Jumpin' George, with my fifth of tokay no tea,
[05:01.441]and just under the sheets laughed to hear the crazy music:
[05:05.219]"Mama, he treats your daughter mean."
[05:09.372]"Mama, Papa, and don't you come in here I'll kill you." etc.
[05:13.131]Getting high by myself in room glooms and all wondrous,
[05:16.890]knowing about the Negro the essential American,
[05:19.709]out there always finding his solace his meaning in the fellaheen street,
[05:24.930]and not in abstract morality.
[05:27.229]and even when he has a church,
[05:28.689]you see the pastor out front bowing to the ladies,
[05:31.407]on the make you hear his great vibrant voice on the sunny Sunday afternoon
[05:36.145]sidewalk full of sexual vibratos saying:
[05:38.440]"Why yes mam, but de gospel do say that man was born of woman's womb-."
[05:43.241]And no, and so by that time,
[05:45.956]I come crawling out of my warmsack and hit the street,
[05:48.463]when I see the railroad ain't gonna call me till 5 AM Sunday morning,
[05:51.705]probably for a local out of Bay Shore. in fact, always for a local out of Bay Shore.
[05:56.195]And I go to the wailbar of all the wildbars in the world,
[05:58.264]the one and only Third-and-Howard.
[06:00.972]and there I go in and drink with the madmen, and if I get drunk I git.
[06:05.403]The girl who come up to me in there the night, I was there with Al Buckle
[06:10.414]and said to me: "You wanta play with me tonight Jim?"
[06:13.127]and I didn't think...I had enough money.
[06:17.201]And later told this to Charley Low and he laughed and said:
[06:19.704]"How do you know she wanted money always take the chance,
[06:21.692]that she might be out just for love or just out for love,
[06:25.135]you know what I mean man don't be a sucker."
[06:27.221]She was a goodlooking doll,
[06:28.892]and she said: "How would you like to oolyakoo with me mon?"
[06:32.650]And I stood there, like a jerk.
[06:35.990]In fact, bought drink got drink drunk that night and in the 299 Club.
[06:41.211]I was hit by the proprietor the band breaking up the fight before,
[06:45.189]I had a chance to decide to hit him back which I didn't do anyway.
[06:47.476]And out on the street I tried to rush back in,
[06:51.027]but they had locked the door,
[06:52.177]and were looking at me through the forbidden glass in the door,
[06:54.264]with faces like undersea.
[06:56.469]I should have played with her
[06:57.501]shulululululululululukadooky.?
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