Hunter S. Thompson - Letter to William S. Burroughs & Ode To Jack | Текст песни

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• Letter to William S. Burroughs & Ode To Jack

(Alright, any level? OK. Let's read this)

Let us hope that the whores of evil no longer loiter on the doorsteps of your path beckoning you into the brothel of despair, and that hereinafter you may present them with the most rigid manifestations of a firm and manly will. Ad Astra Per Aspera.

Yes, that's Jack's letter. Now I wanna tell you, ah

... Now I want to tell you about Jack. (mumbling) Jack was the great influence on me. But I wanna put mine, my poem to Jack. This is the Ode to Jack Kerouac. Who was a... remains one of my heroes. Ah, how about this? This is called,,, ah,,, let's see... Maybe "Ode to Jack". Yeah, "Ode to Jack". Alright.

Four dogs went to the wilderness
Only three came back
Two dogs died from guinea worm
The other died from you
Jack Kerouac

Well Jack was not innocent, he ran over dogs. Just think of it man. Nevermind. Okay, that's well enough for now. Thank you very much. And ah... yeah. Jack was an artist in everyway. I admire the dog thing most of all.

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