Jay Farrar
San Francisco




Capo II

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The church is blowing a sad windblown “Kathleen”
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On the bells of the skid row slums
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I wake up goopy and woebe gone
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At the Mars Hotel on 4th and Howard

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Do you remember the dancing girls in St. Louis
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Stan Getz on the hi-fi under midnight kitchen bulbs
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We all agree it’s too big to keep up with
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That we’re surrounded by life – that we’ll
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Never understand it

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The great magical city of the Gandharvas
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Of San Francisco 


Where is the writer who could bring you
Sobbing through the bed fucking bed cribs
Of the moon to see it all even unto
Some robbery of the heart at dawn
When no one cares

I’m lost among strange agitators of the heart
We center it all by swigging from the bottle
All for two sticks of loco weed
That grows by itself in Texas because god wanted it

Great magical city of the Gandharvas
Of San Francisco