George Scherer: Music

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I DREAMED LAST NIGHT OF KEROUAC
(A VOICE IN THE CHOIR)
WRITTEN BY GEORGE SCHERER
COPYRIGHT, 1995, GEORGE SCHERER

orPhoto GalleryYoI DREAMED LAST NIGHT OF KEROUAC, THE CLACK-ITY?CLACK OF THE RAILROAD TRACKS,
HOBO HIGHWAY TO THE WEST AND BACK RUNNING CIRCLES ROUND THE SUN
ACROSS THE WAVIN' FIELDS OF GRAIN, THE POETRY OF AN OL' TWO?LANE
BLACKTOP HIGHWAY STIRS THE STRAINS OF JOURNEYS YET BEGUN
BUT OUT ON THE HIGHWAY TODAY I SEE, ABANDONED CARS AND REFUGEES
HOMELESS SOULS HUNG IN EFFIGY, A PREVIEW OF COMIN' ATTRACTIONS

THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT TRY MEN'S SOULS
WHEN ALL THE MINES HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF THEIR GOLD
LEAVIN ONLY THE DUG OUT HOLES, THE CAVERNS OF OUR DESIRES
IT ALL SEEMS SO CHOREOGRAPHED, LIKE SOME TOURISTS PHOTOGRAPH
WILL IT BE OUR EPITAPH, THAT WE PUT OUT THE FIRE
I DON'T WANT TO BE JUST ONE MORE VOICE IN THE CHOIR

YOU CAN SEEN THE SIGNS OF HOMOGENIZATION, FROM THE FAST FOOD STANDS TO THE CHAIN GAS STATIONS
AND ALL THE ENDLESS REGURGITATION OF THE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR
THE TV YAWNS AND TAKES A SWALLOW OF ALL THAT'S MEANINGLESS AND HOLLOW
A ONE?EYED GOD WE SEEM BOUND TO FOLLOW, IN OUR WAR WITH ANONYMITY
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