Who Be Kind To chords by Allen Ginsberg
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Verse 1
(G minor) Who be kind to?
Who be kind to?
Be kind to yourself, only one,
and perishable of many on the planet.
Thou (G major) art that one that wishes
a soft finger
tracing the line of (G minor) feel
ing from nipple to pubis.
One (F major) that (G minor) wishes a tongue
to kiss your armpit,
(G major) a lip to kiss your cheek
inside your (D major) whiteness (C major) thigh
Be (G major) kind to yourself, Harry,
because unkindness comes
when the body explodes
Napalm, cancer, and the deathbed in Vietnam is
a strange (F major) place to dream of trees (G major) leaning over
and angry American faces grinning with
sleepwalk terror over your last eye
Be kind to yourself
because the bliss (F major) of your own kindness
will (G major) flood the police tomorrow
Because the cow weeps in (F major) the field
and the (G major) mouse weeps (E minor) in the cat (G major) hole
Be (F major) kind to (G major) this place
which is your present habitation
With Derek and radar tower
and flower in the ancient brook
Be kind to your neighbor
who weeps solid tears
on the television sofa
He has no other home
and hears nothing
but the hard voice of telephones. (C major) Click. Bzzz.
(G major) Switch channel and the inspired melodrama
disappears and he's left
alone for the night.
He disappears in bed.
Be kind to your disappearing
mother and father
gazing out the terrace window
as milk (G major) truck and hearse turn the corner.
Be kind to the politician
weeping (D major) in the galleries of (E flat major) Whitehall, (G major) Kremlin, (E minor) White House (G major) , Louvre, (F major) Phoenix City,
(G major) aged, (B flat major) large -nosed, angry, (G major) nervously dialing the bold voice box
connected to electrodes
underground
converging through wires vaster
than a kitten's eye can see on
the mushroom -shaped fear lobe
(F major) under the ear of the sleep (G major) ing Dr. Einstein,
(F sharp minor) crawling with worms,
crawling with worms,
(G major) crawling with worms.
The hour has come.
Sick, dissatisfied, unloved,
the bulky foreheads of Captain, Premier,
President, Sir, Comrade, fear.
Be kind (D major) to the fearful one at your
side
who's remembering
the lamentations of (G major) the Bible
and the prophecies of the crucified Adam,
son of all the porters
and (C major) charred men of Belgravi (G major) a.
Be kind (E minor) to yourself
who weep (G major) under the
(D major) Moscow moon
(C major) and hide your (G major) bliss hairs under rain
(C major) coat and (G major) suede Levi's,
for (C major) this is a (G major) joy to be born.
The kindness received through strange
eyeglasses
on a bus through Kensington,
the finger touch of the Londoner on your thumb
that (C major) borrows light from your cigarette,
(G major) the smile of morning at Newcastle
Central Station
(D major) when long -haired Tom Blonde husband
greets the bearded stranger of telephones,
(G major) the boom (F major) -bomb that bounces
in the joyful (G major) bowels
as the Liverpool minstrels of Cavernsink
raise up their joyful voices
and guitars in electric Afric.
(D major) Hurrah for (G major) Jerusalem.
The saints come marching in.
Twist and shout and gates of Eden
are named in Albion (E minor) again.
(G major) Hope sings a black psalm from Nigeria
and a white psalm echoes in Detroit
and re -echoes amplified from
Nottingham to Prague
and a Chinese (E flat major) psalm will (G major) be heard
if we all live our (G major) lives out
for the next six decades.
Be kind to the Chinese psalm
in the red transistor in your breast.
Be kind to Monk Thelonious
in the five spot
who plays lone chord
(D major) bangs on his vast piano
(G major) lost in space on a stool
and hearing himself
in this nightclub universe.
Be kind to the heroes
who have lost their names
in the newspaper
And hear only their own
supplication
for the peaceful kiss of sex
in the giant auditoriums (D major) of the planet
Name (G major) less voices crying
(D major) for kindness
in the orchestra
(G major) Screaming in anguish that bliss come true
And sparrows (F major) sing another
(G major) hundred years
to white -haired babes
and poets be fools of their own desire.
Oh, Anacreon and Angelic Shelley,
guide these new (D major) -nippled generations
on (G major) spaceships
to Mars' next universe.
The prayer is to man (D major) and (G major) girl,
the only gods,
the only lords of kingdoms of feeling,
Christs of their own living ribs.
Bicycle (D major) chain and machine gun,
(E minor) fear, (D major) sneer, and smell cold (G major) logic
of the (C major) dream bomb have come (G major) to (D major) Saigon,
Johannesburg, Domin (G major) ica City, (E flat major) Phnom Penh,
(G major) Pentagon, Paris, and Lhasa.
Ah, be kind to the universe of self
that (F major) trembles and shudders and thrills
(G major) in twentieth century,
that opens its eyes and belly and breast
(C major) chained with (G major) flesh
to feel the (D major) myriad flowers (G major) of bliss
that (E flat major) I am (G minor) to thee (G major) a dream, a dream.
I (F major) don't want to be alone.
(G major) I want to know that I am loved.
(C major) I want the orgy of our (B flat major) flesh,
(G major) orgy (C major) of all eyes (F major) happy,
(C major) orgy of the soul (G major) kissing
and blessing it (C major) s mortal (G major) grown body,
orgy of tenderness beneath the neck,
orgy of kindness (D major) to thigh and vagina.
(G major) Desire given with meat,
hand, and cock.
Desire taken with mouth and ass.
(G major) Desire returned to the last sigh.
Be kind to the poor soul
that cries in a crack of the pavement
because he has no body.
Prayers to the ghosts and demons,
the lacklustres of capitals and
congresses
who make sadistic (G major) noises on
the radio.
...statue destroyers and
tank captains,
unhappy murderers in Mekong
and Stanleyville.
For a new kind of man has
come to his bliss.
To end the Cold War,
he has borne against his own kind flesh
since the days of the snake."
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Who Be Kind To
Allen Ginsberg
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