Ballad of Celestial Railroads
They are in the country train
Their pretty haircuts float in the wind
They look like painters but they are poets
And they wear dirty pants
Their words they shine in the sun
And they are in my head tonight
Yes here they come the beatniks and the bright
Fuckin wild Dharma Bums
Their pretty songs and their stories
Scream in my ear but it's sleepy
And their words show me another world
They make me travel in the desert of the hill
And I say
"Oh dear it's so amazing but there ain't nothing at all
I'd like to see some awesome things,so bring me in your world"
Yes I say "bring me in your world"
But the hurricanes come and I will travel to other places
But I forgot the country trains
And their poets
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