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Just moved, to a place by lake, away from everything and everyone. I am now a happy jazz boy! :) Okay, let's see... This is of course a different song from me, not that different, but I've tried a few different things here, like different guitars, playing the bass and also tried my first mix in Logic... As usual I play and sing everything except the drums.
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[ beatnick ]
jumping on a train with paper pen and dreams
dharma bums can still be found it is true
jack kerouac, and william borroughs
desolation angels
jumping on a train with paper pen and booze
longshot poems for broken players
allen ginsberg and charles bukowski
this is planet news
jumping on a train with paper pen and fear
you see, love is a dog from hell
beatnick jazz and beatnick barflies
scattered poems
beatnick generation
for you
jumping on a train with paper pen and dreams
dharma bums can be found when dharma is the truth
jack kerouac, and william borroughs
desolation angels
jumping on a train with paper pen and booze
longshot poems for for broken players
allen ginsberg and charles bukowski
this is planet news
the tree looks like a dog barking in heaven
who knows
maybe language is a virus from outer space
MKN
jumping on a train with paper pen and dreams
dharma bums can still be found it is true
jack kerouac, and william borroughs
desolation angels
jumping on a train with paper pen and booze
longshot poems for broken players
allen ginsberg and charles bukowski
this is planet news
jumping on a train with paper pen and fear
you see, love is a dog from hell
beatnick jazz and beatnick barflies
scattered poems
beatnick generation
for you
jumping on a train with paper pen and dreams
dharma bums can be found when dharma is the truth
jack kerouac, and william borroughs
desolation angels
jumping on a train with paper pen and booze
longshot poems for for broken players
allen ginsberg and charles bukowski
this is planet news
the tree looks like a dog barking in heaven
who knows
maybe language is a virus from outer space
MKN











rovert10
to the beats. Been a Burroughs & Kerouac (I used a
reversed Kerouac poem for 'Black Tracky') fan for many
years, this captures the flavour of the movement well.
Enjoyed it.