Tonart: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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10:55 p.m. This is part of journal entry.
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Slow at the track today,
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my damned life dangling on the hook.
I am there every day.
I don't see anybody else out there
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every day except the employees.
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malady.
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Saroyan lost this ass at the track,
Fante at poker,
Dostoevsky at the wheel.
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And it's really not a matter of the
money unless you run out of it.
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I had a gambler friend once who said,
I don't care if I win or lose,
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I just want to gamble.
I have more respect for the money.
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I've had very little of it
most of my life.
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I know what a park bench is, and
the landlord's knock.
There are only two things wrong with
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money: too much or too little.
I suppose there's always something out
there we want to torment ourselves with.
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And at the track you get the feel of the other people,
the desperate
Darkness, and how easy they toss
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The racetrack crowd is the
world brought down to size,
Life grinding against death
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and losing.
Nobody wins finally,
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we are just seeking a reprieve,
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A moment out of the glare.
Verse 2
of my cigarette just hit one of
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My fingers as I was musing
on this purposelessness.
That woke me up,
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brought me out of this Sartre state!
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Hell, we need humor, we need to laugh.
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I used to laugh more,
I used to do everything more, except write.
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Now, I am writing and writing and writing,
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The older I get the more I write,
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dancing with death.
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Good show. And I think
the stuff is all right.
One day they'll say,
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"Bukowski is dead," and then I will be
Truly discovered and hung from
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stinking bright lampposts.
Immortality is the stupid
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invention of the living.
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You see what the race tracks
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does? It makes the lines roll.
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The last bluebird singing.
Anything Is ay sounds fine because
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Too many are too careful.
They study,
they teach
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and they fail.
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Convention strips them of their fire.
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I feel better now, up here on this second
floor with the Macintosh.
My pal.
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And Mahler is on the radio,
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he glides with such ease,
Taking big chances,
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one needs that sometimes.
Then he sends in the long power
rises. Thank you,
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Mahler, I borrow from you and
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can never pay you back.
I smoke too much,
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I drink too much but I can't write too much,
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It just keeps coming and I call for more and it
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arrives and mixes with Mahler.
Verse 3
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Sometimes I deliberately
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I say, wait a moment,
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go to sleep or look at your 9 cats
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Or sit with your wife on the
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couch.
You're either at the track
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or with the Macintosh.
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And then I stop, put on the brakes,
park the damned thing.
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Some people have written that my writing
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has helped them go on.
It has helped me too.
The writing, the roses,
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the 9 cats.
There's a small balcony here,
the door is open and
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I can see the lights of the cars on
theHarbor Freeway south,
They never stop, that roll of lights,
All those people.
What are they doing?
What are they thinking?
We're all going 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.
Don stop you son of a bitch! don't stop!
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