10000 Maniacs: Hey Jack Kerouac
hey Jack Kerouac
I think of your mother
and the tears she cried, she cried for none other
than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
and that dared to drag him down
her little boy courageous
who chose his words from mouths of
babes got lost in the wood
hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts
they all spoke through you.
hey Jack
now for the tricky part,
when you were the brightest star who were the shadows?
of the San Francisco beat boys
you were the favorite.
now they sit and rattle their bones
and think of their blood stoned days
you chose your words from mouths of
babes got lost in the wood.
The hip flask slinging madman, steaming [cafe flirts]
nights in Chinatown howling at night.
Allen baby, why so jaded?
Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint they've made you,
just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day.
you chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
in Harlem howling at night.
what a tear stained shock of the world,
you've gone away without saying saying goodbye.
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