sábado, outubro 21, 2006

Jack



"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones that are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commomplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "awwww!"



Jack hitted the road and never came back no more, no more, no more, no more on October 21, 1969!

4 Comments:

Blogger Inês Ramos tornou público que...

Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more
(What you say?)
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more


Woah, Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen
I guess if you said so
I'd have to pack my things and go
(That's right)


Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more
(What you say?)
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more


Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this-a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood
You ain't got no money you just ain't no good
Well, I guess if you say so
I'd have to pack my things and go
(That's right)


Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more


Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
(What you say?)
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
(Don't you come back no more)
(Don't you come back no more)
(Don't you come back no more)
(Don't you come back no more)
Well
(Don't you come back no more)
Uh, what you say?
(Don't you come back no more)
I didn't understand you!
(Don't you come back no more)
You can't mean that!
(Don't you come back no more)
Oh, now baby, please!
(Don't you come back no more)
What you tryin' to do to me?
(Don't you come back no more)
Oh, don't treat me like that!
(Don't you come back no more)

2:17 da tarde  
Blogger Little Bastard tornou público que...

Esta é, muito provavelmente, a letra mais chata e repetitiva de sempre. Mas o Kerouac é grande.
Prossiga, senhor Andrade.

12:12 da manhã  
Blogger ze-mingos tornou público que...

Adoro o "On the Road", mas o "Naked Lunch" não lhe fica atrás.

4:16 da manhã  
Blogger Sergy tornou público que...

Não fica não!
Agora só me falta ler o The Howl do Ginsberg para ter lido as 3 bíblias beatnicks!:)

8:12 da manhã  

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