"I'm bent on proving that you can make living as a musician and not die young and crazy like Mozart."John Cale
Lyrics
The Moon
Words: Jack Kerouac
The moon her magic be, big sad face
Of infinity An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks
She kicks a star, clouds foregather
In Scimitar shape, to round her
Cradle out, upsidedown any old time
You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange-balls
Of blazing imaginary light in fright
As eyeballs, hurt & foregathered,
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly otay
Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
Ball full of mountains and moons
Deep as the ocean, high as the moon,
Low as the lowliest river lagoon
Fish in the Tar and pull in the Spar
Billy de Bud and Hanshan Emperor
And all wall moongazers since
Daniel Machree, Yeats see
Gaze at the moon ocean marking
the face -
In some cases
The moon is you
In any case
The moon
About this song
Reads the poem The Moon on Kerouac - Kicks Joy Darkness, a tribute to the writer Jack Kerouac (1997).
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