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In the center of the continent
we yearned
for the New York underground
dressed in regulation berets and black,
slouched
in blue-collar suburban
basement rec rooms
played hi-fi albums of Jack Kerouac
reciting poetry. Steve Allen
pianoed jazz background,
we dug Charley (the bird) Parker
and Moon Dog was gone, man,
gone.
And so was ban the bomb.
We'd looked wildly into
one another's eyes
when our principal on the intercom
in a shocked voice announced the Russians
had launched into space...
We were beat and we were Beatniks.
Yeah man, ban the bomb.
At night we were aware
of Sputnik overhead
we became deep thinkers waking.
We dreamed of mushroom clouds
and took cover: sirens drone--
The age of Ike was waning
and the world was going to change forever
by intellect or radiation
it was up to us.
The mummers went on the road.
Kerouac went back home
the rest was burned in acid.
There's still tie-dye shirts
for sale in shops
that line Haight-Ashbury
but not a trace of beat or ban-the-bomb
In New York City.
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In the center of the continent
we yearned
for the New York underground
dressed in regulation berets and black,
slouched
in blue-collar suburban
basement rec rooms
played hi-fi albums of Jack Kerouac
reciting poetry. Steve Allen
pianoed jazz background,
we dug Charley (the bird) Parker
and Moon Dog was gone, man,
gone.
And so was ban the bomb.
We'd looked wildly into
one another's eyes
when our principal on the intercom
in a shocked voice announced the Russians
had launched into space...
We were beat and we were Beatniks.
Yeah man, ban the bomb.
At night we were aware
of Sputnik overhead
we became deep thinkers waking.
We dreamed of mushroom clouds
and took cover: sirens drone--
The age of Ike was waning
and the world was going to change forever
by intellect or radiation
it was up to us.
The mummers went on the road.
Kerouac went back home
the rest was burned in acid.
There's still tie-dye shirts
for sale in shops
that line Haight-Ashbury
but not a trace of beat or ban-the-bomb
In New York City.