ABOARD a shipwreck train
give my umbrella to a Rain Dog...
For I am a Rain Dog too
Oh how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
her long hair black
as a raven
Oh how we danced and she wispered
to me
You'll never be goin back home!!
Etiquetas: Música
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,(...)who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz ,who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,leaving no broken hearts,who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup
Etiquetas: Música
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