OMG, it's Aztec Two-Step, "The Persecution and Restoration of Dean Moriarty". Wow, a big song on NYC prog FM but one I haven't heard since back in the day. Inspired by Jack Kerouac.
1.
Well I can't understand what is wrong with the man
Don't he know how he's acting was long ago banned?
Don't you think it's a shame, someone tell me his name
If we let him continue he may get out of hand.
Well, look at him laughing and carrying on
Like a hydrogen manic or an organic bomb
He's alive like a child so terribly wild
He has way too much freedon, of course, he is wrong, is wrong, yeah.
[chorus 1]
And he was born on the road in the month of July
And he'll live on the road till he sees fit to die
'Cause he's learned from the road how humanity cries
How society lies, he sees with more than his eyes.
2.
Well won't you look at him running, don't he know how to walk?
He's just too damned cunning, you can tell by his talk
You can tell he is rude like a typical dude
If you want my opinion he belongs under lock.
One look in his eyes and you know he's unsound
There's no way to faze him 'cause he's nobody's clown
He's as deep as the sea and he's equally free
That's why I fear him and hate him and wish he was down, was down, yeah.
[chorus 2]
Whether riding the rails out of Denver,
Or bumming a friends' cigarettes,
He's asking them all to remember,
Making sure that they'll never forget.
3.
So you're curious, friend, 'bout this man who I speak
For he tears you and scares you out of your sleep
I'm sure you will find, if you open your mind
It is you and not he who is really the freak.
So relax for a moment as you would for your hobby
His beauty abounds in his mind and his body
He's like the setting sun's hues or the dust on his shoes
He's living he's naughty he's Dean Moriarty, yeah.
[chorus 2]
4.
He may ride down the road at one hundred and ten
Exclaiming his thoughts about prisons and men
He may tell you his dreams, maybe something obscene
And you'll swear you've been through it but you don't know just when.
He's like the dancing gold prairies that will never be mowed
Or the wind in the sail that's about to explode
He's like fire and rain bringing pleasure and pain
And he learned all he knows from the ways of the road.
[chorus 1]
