America-Allen Ginsberg

歌手 : Allen Ginsberg

专辑 : The Essential Poet Collection

语种 : 英语

时长 : 09:04

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TXT America-Allen Ginsberg 文本歌词

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing

America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17 1956

I can't stand my own mind

America when will we end the human war

Go f**k yourself with your atom bomb

I don't feel good don't bother me

I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind

America when will you be angelic

When will you take off your clothes

When will you look at yourself through the grave

When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites

America why are your libraries full of tears

America when will you send your eggs to India

I'm sick of your insane demands

When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks

America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world

Your machinery is too much for me

You made me want to be a saint

There must be some other way to settle this argument

Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister

Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke

I'm trying to come to the point

I refuse to give up my obsession

America stop pushing I know what I'm doing

America the plum blossoms are falling

I haven't read the newspapers for months everyday somebody goes on trial for

Murder

America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies

America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry

I smoke m*******a every chance I get

I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet

When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid

My mind is made up there's going to be trouble

You should have seen me reading Marx

My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right

I won't say the Lord's Prayer

I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations

America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over

From Russia

I'm addressing you

Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine

I'm obsessed by Time Magazine

I read it every week

Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore

I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library

It's always telling me about responsibility Businessmen are serious Movie

Producers are serious Everybody's serious but me

It occurs to me that I am America

I am talking to myself again

Asia is rising against me

I haven't got a chinaman's chance

I'd better consider my national resources

My national resources consist of two joints of m*******a millions of genitals

An unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and

Twentyfivethousand mental institutions

I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in

My flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns

I have abolished the w***ehouses of France Tangiers is the next to go

My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood

I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his

Automobiles more so they're all different sexes

America I will sell you strophes 2500 apiece 500 down on your old strophe

America free Tom Mooney

America save the Spanish Loyalists

America SaccoVanzetti must not die

America I am the Scottsboro boys

America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they

Sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the

Speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the

Workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party

Was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother

Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain Everybody must have

Been a spy

America you don're really want to go to war

America it's them bad Russians

Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen And them Russians

The Russia wants to eat us alive The Russia's power mad She wants to take

Our cars from out our garages

Her wants to grab Chicago Her needs a Red Reader's Digest her wants our

Auto plants in Siberia Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations

That no good Ugh Him makes Indians learn read Him need big black niggers

Hah Her make us all work sixteen hours a day Help

America this is quite serious

America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set

America is this correct

I'd better get right down to the job

It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts

Factories I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway

America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel