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Here’s Marysville — a black railroad engine in the children’s park, at rest —
and the Track Crossing with Cotton Belt flatcars carrying autos west from Dallas
Delaware & Hudson gondolas filled with power stuff —
a line of boxcars far east as the eye can see carrying battle goods to cross the Rockies
into the hands of rich longshoremen loading ships on the Pacific —
Oakland Army Terminal lights blue illumined all night now —
Crash of couplings and the great American train
moves on carrying its cushioned load of metal doom
Union Pacific linked together with your Hoosier Line followed by passive Wabash rolling behind
all Erie carrying cargo in the rear
Central Georgia’s rust colored truck proclaiming
The Right Way, concluding the awesome poem writ by the train across northern Kansas,
land which gave right of way to the massing of metal meant for explosion in Indochina —
25
Passing thru Waterville,
Electronic machinery in the bus humming prophecy — paper signs blowing in cold wind,
mid-Sunday afternoon’s silence in town under frost-grey sky that covers the horizon —
That the rest of earth is unseen, an outer universe invisible,
Unknown except thru language，AirPrint, magic images or prophecy of the secret heart the same in Waterville as Saigon one human form :
When a woman’s heart bursts in Waterville a woman screams equal in Hanoi —
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On to Wichita to prophesy ! O frightful Bard !
Into the heart of the Vortex where anxiety rings the University with millionaire pressure,
lonely crank telephone voices sighing in dread,
and students waken trembling in their beds with dreams of a new truth warm as meat,
little girls suspecting their elders of murder committed by remote control machinery,
boys with sexual bellies aroused chilled in the heart by the mailman
with a letter from an aging white haired General Director of selection for service in Deathwar all this black language writ by machine !
O hopeless Fathers and Teachers in Hué do you know the same woe too?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000]24
[00:00.587]Here’s Marysville — a black railroad engine in the children’s park, at rest —
[00:06.438]and the Track Crossing with Cotton Belt flatcars carrying autos west from Dallas
[00:12.755]Delaware & Hudson gondolas filled with power stuff —
[00:17.202]a line of boxcars far east as the eye can see carrying battle goods to cross the Rockies
[00:24.238]into the hands of rich longshoremen loading ships on the Pacific —
[00:29.271]Oakland Army Terminal lights blue illumined all night now —
[00:36.473]Crash of couplings and the great American train
[00:39.188]moves on carrying its cushioned load of metal doom
[00:43.239]Union Pacific linked together with your Hoosier Line followed by passive Wabash rolling behind
[00:50.440]all Erie carrying cargo in the rear
[00:53.921]Central Georgia’s rust colored truck proclaiming
[00:57.304]The Right Way, concluding the awesome poem writ by the train across northern Kansas,
[01:05.388]land which gave right of way to the massing of metal meant for explosion in Indochina —
[01:11.421]
[01:11.600]25
[01:14.004]Passing thru Waterville,
[01:15.937]Electronic machinery in the bus humming prophecy — paper signs blowing in cold wind,
[01:23.269]mid-Sunday afternoon’s silence in town under frost-grey sky that covers the horizon —
[01:30.871]That the rest of earth is unseen, an outer universe invisible,
[01:36.871]Unknown except thru language，AirPrint, magic images or prophecy of the secret heart the same in Waterville as Saigon one human form :
[01:53.622]When a woman’s heart bursts in Waterville a woman screams equal in Hanoi —
[01:59.923]
[02:00.239]26
[02:02.722]On to Wichita to prophesy ! O frightful Bard !
[02:08.620]Into the heart of the Vortex where anxiety rings the University with millionaire pressure,
[02:14.723]lonely crank telephone voices sighing in dread,
[02:18.505]and students waken trembling in their beds with dreams of a new truth warm as meat,
[02:25.722]little girls suspecting their elders of murder committed by remote control machinery,
[02:31.691]boys with sexual bellies aroused chilled in the heart by the mailman
[02:37.219]with a letter from an aging white haired General Director of selection for service in Deathwar all this black language writ by machine !
[02:48.756]O hopeless Fathers and Teachers in Hué do you know the same woe too?
24
Here’s Marysville — a black railroad engine in the children’s park, at rest —
and the Track Crossing with Cotton Belt flatcars carrying autos west from Dallas
Delaware & Hudson gondolas filled with power stuff —
a line of boxcars far east as the eye can see carrying battle goods to cross the Rockies
into the hands of rich longshoremen loading ships on the Pacific —
Oakland Army Terminal lights blue illumined all night now —
Crash of couplings and the great American train
moves on carrying its cushioned load of metal doom
Union Pacific linked together with your Hoosier Line followed by passive Wabash rolling behind
all Erie carrying cargo in the rear
Central Georgia’s rust colored truck proclaiming
The Right Way, concluding the awesome poem writ by the train across northern Kansas,
land which gave right of way to the massing of metal meant for explosion in Indochina —
25
Passing thru Waterville,
Electronic machinery in the bus humming prophecy — paper signs blowing in cold wind,
mid-Sunday afternoon’s silence in town under frost-grey sky that covers the horizon —
That the rest of earth is unseen, an outer universe invisible,
Unknown except thru language，AirPrint, magic images or prophecy of the secret heart the same in Waterville as Saigon one human form :
When a woman’s heart bursts in Waterville a woman screams equal in Hanoi —
26
On to Wichita to prophesy ! O frightful Bard !
Into the heart of the Vortex where anxiety rings the University with millionaire pressure,
lonely crank telephone voices sighing in dread,
and students waken trembling in their beds with dreams of a new truth warm as meat,
little girls suspecting their elders of murder committed by remote control machinery,
boys with sexual bellies aroused chilled in the heart by the mailman
with a letter from an aging white haired General Director of selection for service in Deathwar all this black language writ by machine !
O hopeless Fathers and Teachers in Hué do you know the same woe too?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000]24
[00:00.587]Here’s Marysville — a black railroad engine in the children’s park, at rest —
[00:06.438]and the Track Crossing with Cotton Belt flatcars carrying autos west from Dallas
[00:12.755]Delaware & Hudson gondolas filled with power stuff —
[00:17.202]a line of boxcars far east as the eye can see carrying battle goods to cross the Rockies
[00:24.238]into the hands of rich longshoremen loading ships on the Pacific —
[00:29.271]Oakland Army Terminal lights blue illumined all night now —
[00:36.473]Crash of couplings and the great American train
[00:39.188]moves on carrying its cushioned load of metal doom
[00:43.239]Union Pacific linked together with your Hoosier Line followed by passive Wabash rolling behind
[00:50.440]all Erie carrying cargo in the rear
[00:53.921]Central Georgia’s rust colored truck proclaiming
[00:57.304]The Right Way, concluding the awesome poem writ by the train across northern Kansas,
[01:05.388]land which gave right of way to the massing of metal meant for explosion in Indochina —
[01:11.421]
[01:11.600]25
[01:14.004]Passing thru Waterville,
[01:15.937]Electronic machinery in the bus humming prophecy — paper signs blowing in cold wind,
[01:23.269]mid-Sunday afternoon’s silence in town under frost-grey sky that covers the horizon —
[01:30.871]That the rest of earth is unseen, an outer universe invisible,
[01:36.871]Unknown except thru language，AirPrint, magic images or prophecy of the secret heart the same in Waterville as Saigon one human form :
[01:53.622]When a woman’s heart bursts in Waterville a woman screams equal in Hanoi —
[01:59.923]
[02:00.239]26
[02:02.722]On to Wichita to prophesy ! O frightful Bard !
[02:08.620]Into the heart of the Vortex where anxiety rings the University with millionaire pressure,
[02:14.723]lonely crank telephone voices sighing in dread,
[02:18.505]and students waken trembling in their beds with dreams of a new truth warm as meat,
[02:25.722]little girls suspecting their elders of murder committed by remote control machinery,
[02:31.691]boys with sexual bellies aroused chilled in the heart by the mailman
[02:37.219]with a letter from an aging white haired General Director of selection for service in Deathwar all this black language writ by machine !
[02:48.756]O hopeless Fathers and Teachers in Hué do you know the same woe too?