Car Jamming lyrics
by Allen Ginsberg
[Verse 1]
Tonight, they're closing up the world
And sweepin' smoke from cigarettes
And what is that? Funky multi-national Anthem
Rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks
Then a shy boy from Missouri, boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminum crutches, now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange colour blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The error of his wife (In a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife (In a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees (In a car jam)
The body in the ice box
Has no date for freeze (In a car jam)
[Chorus]
In a car jam
[Verse 2]
Selling is what selling sells
But only saints on the seven avenues
Can sell the seven hells
Fanning out the drug-afflicted leperising zone
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home
Now, gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue (In a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo (In a car jam)
By ventilation units, the towers meet the streets (In a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags soaking heat up through their feet (In a car jam)
This was the only kindness
It was accidental, too
[Chorus]
In a car jam
In a car jam
[Bridge]
Now shaking single-engined planes are trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass and drowned out Missa Luba
They drowned out Missa Luba
They drowned out Missa Luba
They drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (In a car jam)
I swear
Hey fellas, Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall (In a car jam)
In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah, yeah, positively, absolutely
[Chorus]
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam