作词 : Jack Kerouac

作曲 : Jack Kerouac

In my medicine cabinet

The winter fly

Has died of old age

Well here I am 2 PM

What day is it

The tree looks like a dog

Barking at heaven

Prayer beads on the holy book

My knees are cold

In the morning frost,

The cats step slowly

No telegram today,

Only more leaves fell

Castles of the Gandharvas

Is full of aging young couples

Early morning, yellow flowers

Thinking about the drunkards of Mexico

The national scene

Late afternoon sun in those trees

Nightfall

Boy smashing dandelions with a stick

Holding up my purring cat to the moon,

I sigh еd

August moon

Oh! I got a boil on my thigh

Drunk as a hoot-owl

Writing letters by thunderstorm

All-day long

Wеaring a hat

That wasn't on my head

Beautiful young girls

Running up the library steps

With shorts on

Crossing the football field

Coming home from work

The lonely businessman

Useless, useless

Heavy rain

Driving into the sea

After the shower

Among the drenched roses

The bird

Thrashing in the bath

The little worm

Lowers itself from the roof

By a self-shat thread

Snap your finger!

Stop the world!

Rain falls harder

Nightfall

Too dark to read the page,

Too cold

In my medicine cabinet

The winter fly

Has died of old age

Following each other,

My cats stop

When it thunders

Spring evening

The two eighteen-year-old sisters

The postman is late

The toilet window is shining

Wash, hung out by moonlight

Friday night in May

Empty baseball field

A robin

Hops along the bench

Blackbird

No!

Bluebird

Branch, still jumping

My rumpled couch

The ladies voice next door

The bottoms of my shoes

Are clean

From walking in the rain

Bee

Why you staring at me

I'm not a flower?

The barn

Swimming in a sea of

Windblown leaves

Glowworm

Sleeping on this flower

Your light's on!

Spring night

A leaf

Falling from my chimney