On The Road, Pt. 1
(专辑: Life, Stranger Than Fiction - 2001)
A
broken man, bottle in his hand Wishes he could stop the
voices in his head He walked the
line, till the
line got so fine He didn't even know he'd fallen on the
other side One minute hot, the
next you're not And the
world that you know becomes a
stranger tomorrow Just like the
man with a
bottle in his hand Who wishes he could stop the
voices in his head So we travel on the
road And we don't know where we're coming from We travel on the
open road And we don't know where we're going to I
know a
man eyes always closed Lost in his dreams, where it all came to pass Up on a
stand, like Dizzy and the
band Where the
beat always drops and the
music never stops There came a
day when he finally awoke To find the
line broke and his dreams all sailed away I
know a
man, bottle in his hand Wishes he could stop the
voices in his head So we travel on the
road And we don't know where we're coming from We travel on the
open road And we don't know where we're going to It's the
beat generation, it's BE-AT It's the
beat to keep, it's the
beat of the
heart It's being beat and down in the
world And like old time low-down, and like in ancient civilisations The
slave boat men rowing galleys' to a
beat And servants spinning pottery to a
beat The
faces! There's no face to compare with Jack Mingus who's up on the
bandstand now With a
coloured trumpeter who out blows him wild and dizzy But Jack's face overlooking all the
heads in smoke He has a
face that looks like everybody you've ever known And seen on the
street in your time Sweet face, hard to describe, sad eyes, cruel lips, expectant gleam Swaying to the
beat, tall, majestical Waiting in front of the
drug-store, swaying to the
beat