Songtext zu 'Vomit Express (feat. Bob Dylan)' von Allen Ginsberg

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

You can take an ancient vacation
Fly over Florida's deep-blue end
Rise up out of this mad-house nation
I'm going down with my oldest tender friend

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

We know each other now twenty years
Seen murders, and we wept tears
Now we're gonna take ourselves a little bit of free time
Wandering round the southern poverty clime

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

Start flyin' with all the poor, old, sick ladies
Everybody [in the plane] [drowded] and drunk, and they're crazy
Flyin' home to die in the wobbly air
All night long, they wanted the cheapest fare

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the old midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

When we're down on the air field, I've never been there
Except once walkin' around the air field in the great, wet heat
Walk out, smell that old mother-load of shit from the tropics
Stomach growl [love], oh friends, beware

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

Me and my friend, no we won't even drink
And I won't eat meat, I won't fuck around
Gonna walk the streets alone, [cars] will blink and wink
Taxi's, buses and US gas all around

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

Start [read] poetry at the university, meet kids
Look at their breasts, touch their hands, kiss their heads
Seen from the heart, maybe the four buddhist normal truths
"Existence is suffering" , it ends when you're dead --

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

Go out, walk up on the mountain, see the green rain
Imagine that forest, finds, get lost
Sit cross-legged and meditate on old love pain
Watch every old love turn to gold

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

See raindrops and the jungle rainbow, dancin' men
Brown legs walk around on the mud road
Far from US smog, war, again
Sit down, empty mind, vomit my holy load

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain

Come back to earth, walk the streets in sharp
Smoke some grass and eat me some cock
Kiss the mouth of the sweetest boy I can see
Who shows me his white teeth and brown skin joy

I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain