A city is a city is a city is a city.
KL is New York is Tokyo is Paris.
Same boring house; melting pot of worldly greed,
And non-stop flow of entertainment nightly.
The lightest doses of domestic fruits;
the heaviest substance of international booze.
The most subtle of ancestor's Zen;
The most avant-garde of Milan's unseen trends.
Ice needn't be broken; walls don't even exist,
Mind is the widest; speak one, and you'll get the gist.
'All the sugar, the coffee and the gold,
Stocked endlessly!'; of such places, foretold.
'Mind your manners!', or don't mind them at all when
In the sea of swarming bees, till rush hour ends.
Come live the carbon monoxides mingling with nicotine;
Come blanket them the tallest sibling buildings.
Shout louder, children of sister city's pride,
Nothing you've seen there, will ever excite,
A boring place such as the mother of my country;
For a city is a city is a city is a city.
Culled from unreleased recordings from her recent "Light Sleep" and "Voice Hardcore" releases, Hiromi Moritani's latest showcases the softer, less harrowing side of Phew’s sound Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 2, 2020