Songtexte The Sounds of the Universe Coming In My Window - Jack Kerouac , Jack Kerouac & Steve Allen , Steve Allen

The mill valley trees
The pines with green mint look
And there's a tangled eucalyptus hulk stick
Fallen through the late sunlight tangle of those needles
Hanging from it like a live wire connecting it to the ground

Just below
The notches where little threads sought to fell the sad pine
Not bleeding much, just a lot of crystal sap
The ants are mining in, motionless like cows on the grass
And so they must be aphids, percolating up the steen
The store provender in their bottomless bellies
As for all I know are bigger than the bellies of the universe beyond

The little tragic windy cottages on the high, lass city wad hill
And today roosting in sun hot dream above the tree head
Of seas and meadow patch
While still qi, qi pearl the birdies and mammals
Mark and ululate moodily in this valley of peaceful firewood
In stacks that make you think of Oregon in the morning in 1928
When back was home on the range lake and his hunting knife
Threw away and went to sit among the ponderosa pines
To think about love his girls bare bodice like a fennel seed
The naval in her milk bun

Seany McGonagall and Roger Nolte held up the Boston Bank
And murdered a girl in these old woods
And next you saw the steely green iron photograph and true detective
Showing black blotches in the black blotch
Running covert by the dirty roadside not Oregon at all

Or Jim back so happy with his mouth
That blade of grass depending
Hummingbird hums hello, bugs race and swoop
Two ants hurry to catch up with lonely Joe

The tree above me is like a woman's thigh
Smooth eucalyptus bumps and muscle swells
Why would I wear a weid? A week would leave
Why was the rat mixed up in the sun?
"Because Bodhidharma came from the West with dark eyebrows"
And China had a mountain wall
And mists get lost above the yanked sea gorge

And this isn't mysterious yack the bird makes, yick
"Wowf wow what" sings the dog blood blut blut below the homestead deer
Red robins with saffron, scarlet or orange redbreasts
Make a racket in the dry, dead car crashed tree Neil mentioned
He went off the road into the eucalyptus'

And it's all busting out
Indicating the prune blossoms
And Bodhidharma came from the India West
To seek converts to his wall gazing
Ended up with zen magic monks, mopping each other
And one in all and other in mud koan puddles to prove the crystal void
Wow