Letra de Kerouac
Kerouac, yeah, Kerouac His words, the words, so many words just All brothers of the same horn Sisters of the saxophoneNotes, music, words, a melody A quote, a figure eight, a figure If you listen close to the drummer It's like a mirror and you're invisibleLike you're in a back seat No handles on the doors Just a beautiful driver up front She knows where she's goingKerouac, the observation machine Caressing the most passing of scenes With photographic love Passionate photographic loveVulnerable as anyone knew His memories pull shades up and down Doors are not done, telegrams arrive Every morning, something extra [Incomprehensible]Remembering everything Like a snatch of melody A drumbeat remembering, mythologizing So fast, all the time movingThe words, the words are drumsticks Pounding out drum beats Like a monk, like a monk, melody With mistakes, yeah, mistakes and sudden inspirationsEdges, corners, explosions, convections All fast through a slow motion landscape Yeah, fast through a slow motion landscape