Текст песни NY Youth Call Annunciation - Allen Ginsberg

Come all ye Jewish boyfriends that live here in New York,
For years we have been reading your delicatessen talk
Now it's time to enter in our bodies and the scream
Now's the time to wake up from the international dream

Two generations you've hidden your light and your sex
Your parents starve to master matter and your consciousness perplex
Now all these matter junkies are lost in molacks more
You're left alone in universe your habits to withdraw

Come all ye black boys that live on New York streets
Slaved for decades in Harlem, beat and jailed by police
Rise up ye rainbow consciousness over manhattan I'll
Let loose the joy of mastery, you've conquered the white style

Come all ye Puerto Rican cats exiled from tropic sun
To labour in the ice and soot of poisonous Capitalism
Beat your drums and chain guitars, proclaim your softest joy
You will not drink from white beer cans, nor be his junkie boy

Come all ye abbor-indians that drink in Brooklyn's bars
Let loose your ancient buffalo cries, chant under sand street stars
Redeem the mental nation, wake the great mother's corpse
Human bodies, yarsdale, whatever iron wharps

Come oh poet Italians, long scared of the syndicate
Secret death and blackmail made your brains work late
Sing over the rooftops your ancient cumaean blues
Dance with your Afric brothers, the world's old tender news

Come out you Greeks and Russians, ye Arabs and ye slavs
Boogie woogy down broadway weep tears of many loves
America was lost, ye children found her again
Squatting on the plannet, belly full of metal sin

Highways full of speed brains, city full of junk
Television blew her mind, her eyes are plastic gunk
Every little scream she made was cause for planet war
Oh soulful easter boys and girls, lead home ur mother whore

Oh Polish boys jumped up from Cleveland Chicago seed
Stop eating meat cubassa (?), sausage lonely greed
One acre's grainly labour or one acre of green
Yields instead of pigs, twenty times the same protein

White boys turn off your air conditioners uptown
Breathe the hot air shimmering the city's concrete ground
Use ye not the beer cans and slick national paper ads
That poisoned minds and hypnotised your own sweet mums and dads

White boys of Manhattan, white girls of New York
Come gather all together, your loves for the great work
Kneel down adore (?) your brothers and of sisters and soul and skin
Lay hands on all your bodies, your touch makes the world kin

Oh come ye children that grew up New York around your ears
This century ends with brimstone, or else your tender tears
Gather vigour in heart, gather intellect in your brains
When God stiffens your spine, only motion remains