mojo rising

'At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denvor colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.'
Jack Keoruac

就是這種不足常纏繞著我。在廟街的生活，插著ipod的耳朵接收著羅拔尊迅在大半個世紀前的音樂。接著是彼德格連以他為崇拜對像。還有很多都維持在那種狀態的藍調。是人或獸，

back to the long gone evening. 今晚我似是一個幻滅了的時代來的。入黑更似倫敦，但我似是mojo rising。

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yd60nI4sa9A&feature=PlayList&p=028F5B5291478DD9&playnext=1&index=2