"Kerouac" lyrics

Kerouac, yeah, Kerouac
His words, the words, so many words just
All brothers of the same horn, sisters, the saxophone

Notes, music, words
A melody, a quote, a figure eight, a figure
If you listen close to the drummer
It's like a mirror and you're invisible
Like you're in a back seat
No handles on the doors, just a beautiful driver up front
She knows where she's going

Kerouac, the observation machine
Caressing the most passing of scenes with photographic love
Passionate photographic love
Venerable as anyone knew
His memories pull shades up and down
Doors are not done, telegrams arrive
Every morning, something extra revealed
Remembering everything like a snatch of melody
A drumbeat remembering, mythologizing
So fast all the time, moving

The words, the words are drumsticks pounding out drum beats
Like a monk, like a monk melody
With mistakes, yeah, mistakes and sudden inspirations
Edges and corners, explosions, convections
All fast through a slow motion landscape
Yeah, fast through a slow motion landscape