Zen Koans Gonna Rise Again Lyrics - Going Back To Brooklyn - Dave Van Ronk

In the alleys and doorways of old Greenwich Village 

You can see the lames walking the streets up and down. 

From your tenement top you can drop down your garbage 

And a clyde or a cop may fall dead to the ground. 

You will see bodies burning and faces fire. 

With death on their backs like a john wears a coat. 

For this is satori, the end of desire 

To O.D. in the gutter with a curse in your throat. 

Some are in slams, some are still scuffling, 

(With) Nothing to keep but a twenty cent jones. 

Jiving and boosting while their chicks are out hustling, 

While the ache in their veins whispers death to their bones. 

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In the alleys and doorways of old Greenwich Village 

You can see the lames walking the streets up and down. 

From your tenement top you can drop down your garbage 

And a clyde or a cop may fall dead to the ground. 

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