quinta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2011

Músicas que citam Kerouac

Jack Kerouac – Jack Johnson

Listen to the sex and music in the stereo.
Cruisin' in my Cadillac, Ya know I'm gonna losing in Jack
Now I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac, I'm gonna lose me, Jack
I said I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac,, I'm gonna lose it, Jack
Now I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac,, I'm gonna losing, Jack

Lately, I've been dreaming,
trying to find my inner healing.
All the trouble I've been leaving,
don't you wanna know?.
Time hang as me, as a minute,
I'm alone, for this feeling.
I'll find all that cellding,
where I'm on the road.

Cruisin' in my Cadillac,I'm gonna losing in, Jack Kerouac,
So I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac,, I'm gonna losing in Jack

Now, love I've been living,
My heart keeps on breathin'.
For the world I've been needing,
I wish you could go.
I dream through the season,
Gettin' lost for no reason.
Find the place I've been leading,
where I'm on the road.

I'm trying to love you, baby,
love just so make me a little crazy.
I don't want you to hate me,
living on the road.

Jack Kerouac – Gang 90
Composição: Alice Pink Pank e Julio Barroso

Ontem a noite eu sonhei
que eu era Jack Kerouac
E subi num terraço: rua Houston
E vi as duas torres gêmeas brilhando.
O cabelo louro da menina
As tranças negras do crioulo
A sua guitarrra - a sua angústia calma.
Eu desci
Peguei a minha lata de spray
Sai pela rua, pintei dois olhos verdes nas paredes.
Ontem a noite eu sonhei
que conversava com Jack Kerouac
Ele chegava e me dizia
"Hey Man! eu renasci black
E agora sou um tocador de piston!"
Eu só sei que o som era tão alto que despertou o mundo inteiro
Eu acordei, e saí mandando brasa nas estradas do mundo.
Ei Jack! Bye Bye

3-minute Rule – Beastie Boys

Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet
I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score just like the Yankees
Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee
Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.
I got lucky I brought home a kitten
Before I got busy I schlepped on my mitten
Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstile never pay the tool
Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll
Customs jail me over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
Not perfect grammar always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds
Out of your back door and into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Roses are red the sky is blue
I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know why a you see H.
I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place
Takin' life as it comes no fool am I
I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
Know alota funky girls who like to do their thing
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit man
I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp
Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes
You got fancy things going up your nose
You get fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection getting girl's affection
If your life needs correction don't follow my direction
You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley
You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie
Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker
You slip you slack you clock me you lack
While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
My veins are like vines
Filled with red wine
Poetry in motion coconut lotion
I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
Are you experienced little girl
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
Give time for your mind it's hard to forget me
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out now, and keep peacing out
Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
And I'm out

Cleaning Windows  – Van Morrison
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work.
Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.

What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters singin' I'm A Rolling Stone
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's Dharma Bums and On The Road

What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows

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