BORN TOO LATE (FOR THE BEAT GENERATION)

©WORDS & MUSIC BY Pam Tate

Every night I think of a story
And they all become pages in a book
That never seems to go anywhere
No matter how long I look they're just lines out of time

Kerouac I wish you could see this
Words today just don't scan the same
Hard to find a beat for my memorable sins
Obscurity invades the veins crying
"Where did it go?"
Cool days dressed in black with jazz so infusing
Worn out Village mattresses upon the floor

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I wanta snap my fingers to a different drummer
I wanta hold you tight in the heat of the summer
I just can't seem to find the missing link
Born too late for the Beat generation
Born too late for the Beat generation
Born too late
And I feel like I'm out of sinc
Scatter me over the brink

Look around the natives are restless
Maybe I'm not really alone
You and me could make some sweet meat poetry
Even if it's just a loan it'll buy me some time
You say a karmic dance is just beginning
Point me East and I'll show you the steps

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