Lonesome Traveler by Kerouac

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Description

A fast paced bepop-style reading of Kerouac's work, as I imagine he originally intended it to sound like.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Let's begin with the side of me with colour huddled up close to neck and tied around with a handkerchief to keep it tight and snug as I go, trudging across the bleak dark warehouse. Lots of the ever loving San Pedro waterfront, the ore refinery smelling in the damp, fog ish night of Christmas 1951. Just like burning rubber and the broad up mysteries of Sea Hag Pacific. We're just off to my left. As I tried, you can see the oily Skeel of Old Bay Waters marching up to hug the scum ng posts are now gone. Over the flat iron waters are the lights, ululating in the moving, tired and also lights of ships and bum boats themselves moving and closing in and leaving this last lip of American land out on that dark ocean. That wild dark see where the worm invisibly rides to come like a hag flying and laid out as if casually on sad sofa but her hair flying. And she's on her way to find the crimson joy of lovers and heated up death by name. The doom and death ship the SS Roma, painted black with orange booms, was coming now like a ghost and without a sound except for its vastly shuttering engine to be warped and wailed in at the page, appear fresh from a run from New York through the Panama Canal and the board's My Old Buddy Denny Blue. Let's call him who had me travel 3000 miles over land on buses with the promise he will get me on and I sail the rest of the trip around the world. And since I'm well and on the bum again and ain't got nothing else to do but Rome long face the real America with my unreal heart. Here I am, eager and ready to be a big busted, no scullion or dishwasher on the old scoffs cows as long as I can by my next fancy shirt in a Hong Kong haberdashery, or wave a polo mallet in some old Singapore bar or play the horses in Australian. It's all the same to me as long as it can be exciting and goes around the world