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Song October In The Railroad Earth
Artist Jack Kerouac
Album On The Beat Generation
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[00:00.000] 作词 : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000] ……
[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.?
[06:58.677] heng...
[07:00.679] …
[00:00.000] zuo ci : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000] zuo qu : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]
[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 welldressed thru workingman Frisco of walkup truck drivers,
[00:34.445] and even the poor grimebemarked 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 neatnecktied producers,
[00:56.467] and commuters of America, and Steel civilization,
[00:59.730] rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green CallBulletins,
[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 secondstory 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 peoplethe 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 birthO 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 impossibletobelieve 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 ThirdandHoward.
[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.?
[06:58.677] heng...
[07:00.679]
[00:00.000] zuò cí : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000] zuò qǔ : Jack Kerouac
[00:00.000]
[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 welldressed thru workingman Frisco of walkup truck drivers,
[00:34.445] and even the poor grimebemarked 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 neatnecktied producers,
[00:56.467] and commuters of America, and Steel civilization,
[00:59.730] rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green CallBulletins,
[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 secondstory 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 peoplethe 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 birthO 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 impossibletobelieve 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 ThirdandHoward.
[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.?
[06:58.677] heng...
[07:00.679]
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