Who Be Kind To chords by Allen Ginsberg
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Verse 1
(A flat minor) Who be kind to?
Who be kind to?
Be kind to yourself, only one,
and perishable of many on the planet.
Thou (A flat major) art that one that wishes
a soft finger
tracing the line of (A flat minor) feel
ing from nipple to pubis.
One (G flat major) that (A flat minor) wishes a tongue
to kiss your armpit,
(A flat major) a lip to kiss your cheek
inside your (E flat major) whiteness (D flat major) thigh
Be (A flat major) kind to yourself, Harry,
because unkindness comes
when the body explodes
Napalm, cancer, and the deathbed in Vietnam is
a strange (G flat major) place to dream of trees (A flat major) leaning over
and angry American faces grinning with
sleepwalk terror over your last eye
Be kind to yourself
because the bliss (G flat major) of your own kindness
will (A flat major) flood the police tomorrow
Because the cow weeps in (G flat major) the field
and the (A flat major) mouse weeps (F minor) in the cat (A flat major) hole
Be (G flat major) kind to (A flat 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. (D flat major) Click. Bzzz.
(A flat 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 (A flat major) truck and hearse turn the corner.
Be kind to the politician
weeping (E flat major) in the galleries of (E major) Whitehall, (A flat major) Kremlin, (F minor) White House (A flat major) , Louvre, (G flat major) Phoenix City,
(A flat major) aged, (B major) large -nosed, angry, (A flat 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
(G flat major) under the ear of the sleep (A flat major) ing Dr. Einstein,
(G minor) crawling with worms,
crawling with worms,
(A flat major) crawling with worms.
The hour has come.
Sick, dissatisfied, unloved,
the bulky foreheads of Captain, Premier,
President, Sir, Comrade, fear.
Be kind (E flat major) to the fearful one at your
side
who's remembering
the lamentations of (A flat major) the Bible
and the prophecies of the crucified Adam,
son of all the porters
and (D flat major) charred men of Belgravi (A flat major) a.
Be kind (F minor) to yourself
who weep (A flat major) under the
(E flat major) Moscow moon
(D flat major) and hide your (A flat major) bliss hairs under rain
(D flat major) coat and (A flat major) suede Levi's,
for (D flat major) this is a (A flat 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 (D flat major) borrows light from your cigarette,
(A flat major) the smile of morning at Newcastle
Central Station
(E flat major) when long -haired Tom Blonde husband
greets the bearded stranger of telephones,
(A flat major) the boom (G flat major) -bom b that bounces
in the joyful (A flat major) bowels
as the Liverpool minstrels of Cavernsink
raise up their joyful voices
and guitars in electric Afric.
(E flat major) Hur rah for (A flat major) Jerusalem.
The saints come marching in.
Twist and shout and gates of Eden
are named in Albion (F minor) again.
(A flat 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 major) psalm will (A flat major) be heard
if we all live our (A flat 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
(E flat major) bangs on his vast piano
(A flat 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 (E flat major) of the planet
Name (A flat major) less voices crying
(E flat major) for kindness
in the orchestra
(A flat major) Screaming in anguish that bliss come true
And sparrows (G flat major) sing another
(A flat major) hundred years
to white -haired babes
and poets be fools of their own desire.
Oh, Anacreon and Angelic Shelley,
guide these new (E flat major) -nippled generations
on (A flat major) spaceships
to Mars' next universe.
The prayer is to man (E flat major) and (A flat major) girl,
the only gods,
the only lords of kingdoms of feeling,
Christs of their own living ribs.
Bicycle (E flat major) chain and machine gun,
(F minor) fear, (E flat major) sneer, and smell cold (A flat major) logic
of the (D flat major) dream bomb have come (A flat major) to (E flat major) Saigon,
Johannesburg, Domin (A flat major) ica City, (E major) Phnom Penh,
(A flat major) Pentagon, Paris, and Lhasa.
Ah, be kind to the universe of self
that (G flat major) trembles and shudders and thrills
(A flat major) in twentieth century,
that opens its eyes and belly and breast
(D flat major) chained with (A flat major) flesh
to feel the (E flat major) myriad flowers (A flat major) of bliss
that (E major) I am (A flat minor) to thee (A flat major) a dream, a dream.
I (G flat major) don't want to be alone.
(A flat major) I want to know that I am loved.
(D flat major) I want the orgy of our (B major) flesh,
(A flat major) orgy (D flat major) of all eyes (G flat major) happy,
(D flat major) orgy of the soul (A flat major) kissing
and blessing it (D flat major) s mortal (A flat major) grown body,
orgy of tenderness beneath the neck,
orgy of kindness (E flat major) to thigh and vagina.
(A flat major) Desire given with meat,
hand, and cock.
Desire taken with mouth and ass.
(A flat 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 (A flat 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.
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