Текст песни The Last Hotel & Some of Dharma - Jack Kerouac

The last hotel
I can see the blank wall
I can see the silhouette in the window
He's talking
I'm not interested in what he's talkin' about
I am only interested in the fact
That it's the last hotel
The last hotel
Ghosts in my bed
Goats are bled
The last hotel

Day by day
Haggard and dull signs
A machine this skin
The sheathe of proud self cracks
The sword rusts
The swordsman falls sighing
In the fault sour sea
The world, and everything in it
One vast body seen and hassled
By sentient embodied thinking
Bearers of mind
Which is the manifestation
Of the tranquil and eternal
Radiant bright essence
Mind of perfect purity
Beyond all body
Neither light nor eyes alone reveal
Moveless mind sees motion
Yen, shape, shadow, clock
Changeless mind sees change
Reflections, particles of dust
Oh, it's a return to the original mind
Return those shoes to the shoemaker
Return this hand to my father
This pillow to the pillow maker
Those slippers to the shop
And that wainscot to the carpenter
But my mind
My tranquil and eternal mind
Return it to whom