8/29/91 10:55 PM
slow at the track today
my damned life dangling on the hook
I am there everyday
I don't see anybody else out there every day except the employees
I probably have some malady
Saroyan lost his ass at the track,Fante at poker,Dostoevsky at the wheel
And it's really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
I had a gambler friend once who said‘‘I don't care if I win or lose,I just want to gamble’’
There are only two things wrong with money:too much or too little
Well,I supposed there's always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size,life grinding against death and losing
Nobody wins finally ,we are just seeking a reprieve,a moment out of the glare
(****,I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
That woke me up,brought me out of this Sartre state!)
Hell,we need humor,we need to laugh.I used to laugh more,I used to do everying more
Now,I am writing and writing and writing,the older I get the more I write,dancing with death
Good show,and I think the stuff is alright
One day they'll say‘‘Dead’’and I'll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
So what?Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
You see what the racetrack does?It makes the lines roll
Wacks,lightening and luck.The last bluebird singing
Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
Too many are too careful.They study,they teach
and they fail,and the strips them of their fire
I feel better now,up here on this second floor with the Macintosh.My pal
And Mahler is on the radio,he glides with such ease,taking big chances,one needs that sometimes
Then he sends in the long power rises
Thank you,Mahler,I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
I smoke too much,I drink too much,but I can' twrite too much
it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
I say,wait a moment ,go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
You're either at the track or with the Macintosh
The drinking,the writing,the horses,the 8 cats,my wife
We're all sent to die,all of us.What a circus!
That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't
We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,we are eaten up by nothing
Keep it going,Mahler!You've made this a wondrous night
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:00]8/29/91 10:55 PM
[01:12]slow at the track today
[01:15]my damned life dangling on the hook
[01:17]I am there everyday
[01:21]I don't see anybody else out there every day except the employees
[01:26]I probably have some malady
[01:32]Saroyan lost his ass at the track,Fante at poker,Dostoevsky at the wheel
[01:40]And it's really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
[01:45]I had a gambler friend once who said‘‘I don't care if I win or lose,I just want to gamble’’
[02:00]There are only two things wrong with money:too much or too little
[02:07]Well,I supposed there's always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
[02:22]the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size,life grinding against death and losing
[02:33]Nobody wins finally ,we are just seeking a reprieve,a moment out of the glare
[02:40](****,I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
[02:50]That woke me up,brought me out of this Sartre state!)
[02:55]Hell,we need humor,we need to laugh.I used to laugh more,I used to do everying more
[03:05]Now,I am writing and writing and writing,the older I get the more I write,dancing with death
[03:17]Good show,and I think the stuff is alright
[03:24]One day they'll say‘‘Dead’’and I'll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
[03:35]So what?Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
[03:42]You see what the racetrack does?It makes the lines roll
[03:47]Wacks,lightening and luck.The last bluebird singing
[03:53]Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
[03:59]Too many are too careful.They study,they teach
[04:15]and they fail,and the strips them of their fire
[04:22]I feel better now,up here on this second floor with the Macintosh.My pal
[04:30]And Mahler is on the radio,he glides with such ease,taking big chances,one needs that sometimes
[04:42]Then he sends in the long power rises
[04:47]Thank you,Mahler,I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
[04:54]I smoke too much,I drink too much,but I can' twrite too much
[05:01]it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
[05:13]I say,wait a moment ,go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
[05:23]You're either at the track or with the Macintosh
[05:41]The drinking,the writing,the horses,the 8 cats,my wife
[06:11]We're all sent to die,all of us.What a circus!
[06:15]That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't
[06:20]We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,we are eaten up by nothing
[06:28]Keep it going,Mahler!You've made this a wondrous night
8/29/91 10:55 PM
slow at the track today
my damned life dangling on the hook
I am there everyday
I don't see anybody else out there every day except the employees
I probably have some malady
Saroyan lost his ass at the track,Fante at poker,Dostoevsky at the wheel
And it's really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
I had a gambler friend once who said‘‘I don't care if I win or lose,I just want to gamble’’
There are only two things wrong with money:too much or too little
Well,I supposed there's always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size,life grinding against death and losing
Nobody wins finally ,we are just seeking a reprieve,a moment out of the glare
(****,I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
That woke me up,brought me out of this Sartre state!)
Hell,we need humor,we need to laugh.I used to laugh more,I used to do everying more
Now,I am writing and writing and writing,the older I get the more I write,dancing with death
Good show,and I think the stuff is alright
One day they'll say‘‘Dead’’and I'll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
So what?Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
You see what the racetrack does?It makes the lines roll
Wacks,lightening and luck.The last bluebird singing
Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
Too many are too careful.They study,they teach
and they fail,and the strips them of their fire
I feel better now,up here on this second floor with the Macintosh.My pal
And Mahler is on the radio,he glides with such ease,taking big chances,one needs that sometimes
Then he sends in the long power rises
Thank you,Mahler,I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
I smoke too much,I drink too much,but I can' twrite too much
it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
I say,wait a moment ,go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
You're either at the track or with the Macintosh
The drinking,the writing,the horses,the 8 cats,my wife
We're all sent to die,all of us.What a circus!
That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't
We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,we are eaten up by nothing
Keep it going,Mahler!You've made this a wondrous night
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:00]8/29/91 10:55 PM
[01:12]slow at the track today
[01:15]my damned life dangling on the hook
[01:17]I am there everyday
[01:21]I don't see anybody else out there every day except the employees
[01:26]I probably have some malady
[01:32]Saroyan lost his ass at the track,Fante at poker,Dostoevsky at the wheel
[01:40]And it's really not a matter of the money unless you run out of it
[01:45]I had a gambler friend once who said‘‘I don't care if I win or lose,I just want to gamble’’
[02:00]There are only two things wrong with money:too much or too little
[02:07]Well,I supposed there's always something out there we want to torment ourselves with
[02:22]the racetrack crowd is the world brought down to size,life grinding against death and losing
[02:33]Nobody wins finally ,we are just seeking a reprieve,a moment out of the glare
[02:40](****,I just burned the end of my finger with cigarette as I was musing on this purposelessness
[02:50]That woke me up,brought me out of this Sartre state!)
[02:55]Hell,we need humor,we need to laugh.I used to laugh more,I used to do everying more
[03:05]Now,I am writing and writing and writing,the older I get the more I write,dancing with death
[03:17]Good show,and I think the stuff is alright
[03:24]One day they'll say‘‘Dead’’and I'll be truly discoverd and hung from stinking bright lampposts
[03:35]So what?Immortality is the stupid invention of the living
[03:42]You see what the racetrack does?It makes the lines roll
[03:47]Wacks,lightening and luck.The last bluebird singing
[03:53]Anything I say sounds fine because I gamble when I write
[03:59]Too many are too careful.They study,they teach
[04:15]and they fail,and the strips them of their fire
[04:22]I feel better now,up here on this second floor with the Macintosh.My pal
[04:30]And Mahler is on the radio,he glides with such ease,taking big chances,one needs that sometimes
[04:42]Then he sends in the long power rises
[04:47]Thank you,Mahler,I borrow from from you and I can never pay you back
[04:54]I smoke too much,I drink too much,but I can' twrite too much
[05:01]it just keeps coming and I call for more and it arrives and mixes with Mahler
[05:13]I say,wait a moment ,go to sleep or look at your 8 cats or sit with your wife on the coach
[05:23]You're either at the track or with the Macintosh
[05:41]The drinking,the writing,the horses,the 8 cats,my wife
[06:11]We're all sent to die,all of us.What a circus!
[06:15]That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't
[06:20]We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,we are eaten up by nothing
[06:28]Keep it going,Mahler!You've made this a wondrous night
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