Thursday, March 30, 2006

I'M WITH YOU ON THE LAST TRAIN TO ROCKLAND

I'm not exactly sure what inspired this, and maybe it's best that I don't plumb it too much. But it may have somehow started with the fact that Pat and I went on a cruise for spring break -- our first vacation in forever -- and, well, you'll do things on a cruise that you wouldn't do in real life. For example...I went to a Mickey Dolenz concert. And that may have done terrible things to my psyche.

Then, looking to find the second half of "Howl" online, I Googled "I'm with you in Rockland." And you know how when you type in a few letters in a google search, Google will guess what you're trying to find? Well, I typed in "I'm with you in," and let Google guess the rest. And it did, in fact, guess "Rockland." But here's the weird part. A search for "I'm with you in Rockland" produced all sorts of hits, none of them related to Allen Ginsberg or Howl. Go figure. But as a strange, horrible result of all this, Ginsberg and the Monkees began to inextricably entwine in my mind.


Anyway, here it is:

I’M WITH YOU ON THE LAST TRAIN TO ROCKLAND

Take the last train to Rockland,
And I’ll meet you in the lobby.
You’ll be in the soup of time
so don’t forget to bring kohlrabi,
oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

’cause the angelheaded hipsters
left for balls and endless cock
We’ll overturn one pingpong table
’til the morning brings us shock
And I must glow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home.

Take the last train to Rockland,
And I’ll see you in a bit.
We’ll have dreams and adorations
And that sensitive bullshit
I wanna blow. oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home.