Black Songtext
von The Foremen

My life is black
My beret is black
My apartment is black
My girlfriend is, well, she′s very tan

O vast blatant trainyard of apocalyptic America
Hissing and groaning like a horse on fire
With a wick like gravy and Evanston-like stone
Greasing the abnormal skillet of anti-arterous desire
Dropping dollops in dreamlike cornucopias
Until nightfall of concubus insomnolence
Till the schoolboys know
And the carnival barkers know
And the legions of lowing lettuce pickers know
And all those in and out of the know know

That roaches are building a motel for us
America


You're an unfriendly waitress with bad cappuccino
I′m in pain, he said
I said, I know what you mean
No, he said, I'm in pain
I said, I know what you mean
He said, no man, you're standing on my foot

Come with me now for I feel the tiny teeth of time
On my tremorous testicles like two twin tintypes of
I hate it when I get stuck on tea

Come now and weep sweet elevators of glorious infatuation niceties
Covered like miserable telephones in
The Arizona dawn of cracked brake drums
And creaky screened porches
Glowering on the eternal Friday like Ulysses Grant in a swimsuit
Rolling his own
Like Catholicism
Like cool mud
Like some wild Scirocco of canvas backdrop nothingness
In a cucumber sandwich called suffering

God, that′s good


And in America
When the sun goes down
And the tide goes out
And the people gather round and they all begin to shout
When in resonant sweet shoe alleyways
The hyena calls of drunken Spaniards rattle the glass
Where I, in second floor oyster bar, sit, digging it

Where dogs eat dictionaries and vomit complete sentences
When now and now and now go the clanging
Departures of cosmos after cosmos
And we, fired like tiny arrows, arc toward death

I think of Dean Moriarty
I even think of old Dean Moriarty
I look at where I am
And I know it is time to find a new booking agent
Look at this dump