I Remember Spirit
I know what you're thinkin', the look on your faces
But if you look around you might read about me places
I was one of ten, now it's down to me
Do you wanna buy a book? Some would call it poetry
But that's not for me to decide
I don't call myself a poet, I call myself a high spirit
And that's something you can't see
So close your eyes, and you can hear me read
This one's from December, 1964
Oh never mind, I'm just an old man and a bore
But you live in a world that's stuck on automatic
And I remember spirit back when everybody had it
And I don't mean on Main Street, where they drive in from the Valley
I'm talkin' 'bout the people used to light up that alley
Ginsburg and Kerouac, Corso and me
Suzanne and Dianne, Sinclair and Ferlinghetti
Yeah, that was a time, writing words in that choir
Like a chorus of angels 'round a trashcan fire
But you can't be surprised when anything ends
And now I'm just an old man missin' old friends
But I could still read for you, if you can spare a second
But nobody can, 'cause it all got taken
We're sittin' double-parked with the meter always runnin'
Somewhere along the line they turned out time into money
But I remember spirit, when everybody had it
Before they plugged it in and started prayin' to the static
And now I'm just an old ghost hangin' around
But maybe I could grab a ride uptown?
But if you look around you might read about me places
I was one of ten, now it's down to me
Do you wanna buy a book? Some would call it poetry
But that's not for me to decide
I don't call myself a poet, I call myself a high spirit
And that's something you can't see
So close your eyes, and you can hear me read
This one's from December, 1964
Oh never mind, I'm just an old man and a bore
But you live in a world that's stuck on automatic
And I remember spirit back when everybody had it
And I don't mean on Main Street, where they drive in from the Valley
I'm talkin' 'bout the people used to light up that alley
Ginsburg and Kerouac, Corso and me
Suzanne and Dianne, Sinclair and Ferlinghetti
Yeah, that was a time, writing words in that choir
Like a chorus of angels 'round a trashcan fire
But you can't be surprised when anything ends
And now I'm just an old man missin' old friends
But I could still read for you, if you can spare a second
But nobody can, 'cause it all got taken
We're sittin' double-parked with the meter always runnin'
Somewhere along the line they turned out time into money
But I remember spirit, when everybody had it
Before they plugged it in and started prayin' to the static
And now I'm just an old ghost hangin' around
But maybe I could grab a ride uptown?
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Writer(s): Ira Marlowe
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