Running Through - Chinese Poem Song

歌詞

O I today Sad as Chu Yuan Stumbled to the store In broiling Florida October Morning heat cursing For my wine, sweating Like rain, and came to my chair Weak and trembling Wondering if I'm crazy at last - O Chu Yuan! No! No suicide! Wine please wine! What shall we all do All knowing we're dying Without wine to guide us To winking at death And life too -- My heart belongs To Chinese poets And their scrolls We cant just die --Men need wine And poetry at least O Mao, poet Mao, Not Boss Mao, Here in America Wine is laughed at And poetry a joke --Death's a grim reminder to everybody already dead crashing in cars all around here- Here men and women dryly scowl At poets' sad attempts To make our lot Lesser- I, a poet, suffer Even for bugs I find upsidedown Dying in the grass- So I drink wine Alone- I shudder to think How dead The astronauts Are Going to a dead Moon Of no wine All our best men Are laughed at In this nightmare land But the newspapers preen In virtue-Throughout The world the left and right, The east and west, are both vicious- The happy old winebibber is gone- I want him to reappear- For Modern China preens In virtue too For no better reason Than America- Nobody has respect for the cat Asleep, and I am hopelessly Inadequate in this poem -Nobody has respect for the self centered irresponsible wine invalid -Everybody wants to be strapped in a hopeless space suit where they cant move -I urge you, China, go back to Li Po and Tao Yuan Ming What am I talking about? I don't know, I'm sick today- I didn't sleep all night, Walked stumbling in the field To get wine, now I'm drinking it, I feel better and worse- I have something to say to Mao And the poets of China that wont come out- It's all about how America Ignored poetry and wine, And so does China, And I'm a fool without a river and a boat And a flower suit- without a wineshop at dawn -Without self respect- - -Without the truth- but I'm a better man than all of you- that's what I wanted to say