Kerouac's Dead
-written by Jeremy Gloff
-appears on Jeremy Gloff (1998)
THE STORY:
In my hometown there was a weekend blues fest. Monday morning I walked around the town…litter and cigarettes beneath my shoes. I felt like an ancient spirit misplaced. This song became a bookend to the album and my life in Western New York.
THE LYRICS:
It takes the trash off of the streets
The garbage in my mind
I have left it all behind
I set my crazy years at peace
I've been a princess
Now I want to be a king
Watch D.C. burn
Catch a missle-head
This is love
Since Kerouac's been dead.
THE STORY:
In my hometown there was a weekend blues fest. Monday morning I walked around the town…litter and cigarettes beneath my shoes. I felt like an ancient spirit misplaced. This song became a bookend to the album and my life in Western New York.
THE LYRICS:
I love a windy day
It makes an asshole of my hair
Stupid fear of me hitting on you
Was never really there
Will you still want
To wrap into ourselves
The sky's all smoke
The ocean's red
Was there love
After Kerouac was dead?
Young people have windy dreams
But then they blow away
The only thing that isn't wrong
Is that I think I'm cool today
Now all I want
Is to hide inside myself
There's anarchy
Catholic suicide
Was there love
After Kerouac died?
It takes the trash off of the streets
The garbage in my mind
I have left it all behind
I set my crazy years at peace
I've been a princess
Now I want to be a king
Watch D.C. burn
Catch a missle-head
This is love
Since Kerouac's been dead.