Allen Ginsberg - First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels lyrics

rate me

Cool black night thru redwoods

Cars parked outside in shade

Behind the gate, stars dim above

The ravine, a fire burning by the side

Porch and a few tired souls hunched over

In black leather jackets. In the huge

Wooden house, a yellow chandelier

At 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers

Hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles

Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths

Dancing to the vibration thru the floor,

A little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet

Tights, one muscular smooth skinned man

Sweating dancing for hours, beer cans

Bent littering the yard, a hanged man

Sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,

Children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.

And 4 police cars parked outside the painted

Gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.