Dharma Bums
Kurt Elling, Charlie Hunter
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Come on, I got a wandering feeling that it's time for moving on The arms upon the clock that's on the wall are telling me That I've been standing still for much too long A picture's always blank before it's drawn The night is darkest just before the dawn So you bring your tender brains and I can provide the brawn Come on, I vintage Ford Falcon that is hungry for the road The chromium is polished in the knowledge That we're headed for an altogether distant postal code Might I suggest that on the way, we find the mystic motherlodе? Maybe we can find our just desеrts And grab 'em à la mode (yes, indeed) 'Cause when the night falls And stars shed their sparkler dims and don't you know that God is Pooh-Bear Holding out his honeyed paws to both of us from way out there? And when the spirit calls And both of us are filled up to the over-brim In that mescal and sage flavored air Then you'll know that you are Dean Moriarty and Sal Paradise is me Come on, we'll ball that jack straight until we reach the end of land And wash the miles off diving in the sea Two holy goofs having a holy good time And sodden on a aubergine toboggan, smoking constantly You never know just what there is to find until you start looking Never know just what you're gonna dine on 'til you start cooking, yeah And when the morning strolls And the great unrolling scroll of our live Imbibes and inscribes our heroic drives on the parchment of eternal vibes We two holy-empty bowls with our ever-burning baby ember soul-coals They watch and behold as we stroll down the fold in the rolls In the future-Buddha foretold mold Where bodhisattva whisper the Bodhi-being code And we'll find our path to the sold-out, hold-out motherlode Of what can never be eroded Don't say I never told it, ha Now, you don't actually have to leave home to get the job done But I promise you, it can sure be a lot more fun Two on the road is always better than one, son Now, the thing about what we're after Sometimes it's invisi-bala-tash-is-ness Sometimes it's hiding Not because it wants to It's not a little afraid of you Maybe you're a little afraid of you Hey, but you can't always see it, but it's always there You might forget to feel it, but then you say it feels unfair But it ain't just disappeared 'cause it's always in the air And just because you ain't awake, it don't mean you ain't aware So, listen up, 'cause the deepest truths ain't written in no book They're all around you all the time, but you use your heart to look They may be in a candy bar, may be in a Baby Ruth That brings back the true Madeleine of your long-lost youth They may be waiting to be found in the freezing winter brook Or in the photograph of a long-lost stare that somehow leaves you shook They're in the stories children tell or in an acrid, smokey smell They're in a breath when a story's done, or the ringing of a bell But they're always there, like math itself, or whatever pre-exists They'll outlast your every waking doubt 'Cause the truth always persists The truth always persists Well, let's see We have a full tank of gas Half a pack of cigarettes It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses Hit it
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Written by: Charlie Hunter, Corey Fonville, DJ Harrison, Kurt Elling
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