Autumn Leaves Tab

Ginsberg reading Howl:

Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient

heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the 
machinery of night,
Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high

sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of

cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,

This is fear and loathing of the basic type on aimless nights,

Where I sit and sip my drink across from traffics changing lights,

A starving artist’s dream-complete with past regrets,

I frequent these trashy depths to speak with the bachelorettes,

(Will, get over your ex)…. Nah, I just need a few scotch,

Looking for dimes to drop into that 1950’s jukebox,

I guess I could go buy some shitty fruit shots,

But I’d rather leave this joint to go get high on city rooftops,
I pass the days with alley cats and ask for change,
As passing taxi cabs advance and splash my back with rain,

My happiness is pain, I wallow in that,

Procrastinate and hope success just falls in my lap,

You can follow my track, with dreams of this town,
But dollar pizza seems to be the only meaning I’ve found,

3 a.m. morning dim you can see this dreamer beg,

A pale anemic male defeatist with his tail between-his legs,

Chorus
Alright, two lost souls as mechanic as the thoughts,
Nerds reserved to words and the thickness of its plot,
Rebels without a cause throwing pebbles at the curb,
These days run together and we’re left to let them blur,

I concur and refer to the moment that it collapsed,
In this still frame of a weakness where we stood open and laughed,
Sleep walk across the city, contemplate the past,
We talk the talk then watch the constellation’s jazz,

(I can’t believe you got me to call Meagan at 3 am)

Syndikitt:
Straight cyphers in the moonlight, to get the mood right,
Get the tunes tight with a cool pint of cooler’s light,
The breeze is cold, the trees are bare,
Emotion is thick, but it can breathe in here,
I ain’t really one for good trips but it seems its fair,
You don’t have to love someone to believe you care,
Sometimes, I just think for a while,
I’ll... tell you a secret if you promise not to smile,
Everybody’s self-indulgent and involved with selfless nonsense,
I’m a pawn of a conscious making comments to the modest,
And the oddest thing that autumn brings is fallen flings and songs to sing,
I’m drawing wings to stop the things that brings us to our darkest sins,
Forever rest in peace to my bitter steep of winter sleeps kitchen creaks,
Kissing teeth and thinking deep speak,
Weep, and teach me how to think back,
Let me fit in with this world while I’m dressed up like a fad,
In control of what I thought but I’m lost amongst the facts,
In the midst of what was taught, in the moments that it flashed,
It’s the victims that get caught and personas of the catch,
It’s the system that will rot and condolence of my wrath,
It’s hard to fit in while you’re falling through the cracks,
While your busy telling jokes, I’m still learning how to laugh,
It’s hard to act your age when you ain’t never learned to act,

Chorus