(grin) I'm reminded of the Natalie Merchant/10,000 Maniacs piece:
Hey Jack Kerouac I think of your mother And the tears she cried She cried for none other Than her little boy lost In our little world that hated And that dared to drag him down, Her little boy courageous Who chose his words from mouths of Babes that got lost in the wood. Hip flask slinging madman, Steaming cafe plots, They all spoke through you...
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Date: 2003-05-20 11:54 pm (UTC)Hey Jack Kerouac
I think of your mother
And the tears she cried
She cried for none other
Than her little boy lost
In our little world that hated
And that dared to drag him down,
Her little boy courageous
Who chose his words from mouths of
Babes that got lost in the wood.
Hip flask slinging madman,
Steaming cafe plots,
They all spoke through you...