Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Back Of The Real, artist - Allen Ginsberg. Album song Howl, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fantasy
Song language: English
In Back Of The Real |
| railroad yard in San Jose |
| I wandered desolate |
| in front of a tank factory |
| and sat on a bench |
| near the switchman’s shack. |
| A flower lay on the hay on |
| the asphalt highway |
| I thought--It had a |
| brittle black stem and |
| corolla of yellowish dirty |
| spikes like Jesus' inchlong |
| crown, and a soiled |
| dry center cotton tuft |
| like a used shaving brush |
| that’s been lying under |
| the garage for a year. |
| Yellow, yellow flower, and |
| flower of industry, |
| tough spiky ugly flower, |
| flower nonetheless, |
| with the form of the great yellow |
| Rose in your brain! |
| This is the flower of the World. |