the crazy you and me would say
one hellameter equals to
five chickens in the lawn try to poo
on the stomach of a man
whose resting his head on his hand
but of course the scientists won't approve it,
takes them one minute just to say it
let's just make do with ten rainbows
blanketing us from the shadows equals to
me and you from arts and crafts got our hands glued
to a flock of eagles flying to
their hometown that is Timbuktu,
let's just make do with our hands forever glued
grumpy Cik Siti next door
truly deeply abhors our roar
in the middle of the night under the starry sky
said Pak Mat the hot-headed farmer,
"Jangan kau nak mengada berlari pusing keliling, lepas tu buat bunyi bising!"
our mothers are furiously mad
we did something bad
our fathers too are furiously mad
we peed, on the mat
we don't need crack pot coke or weed
to bring us to the sea of
high and dry people cry say smart things while they fly
the only thing we need to be great
is by drinking teh tarik all day
till it turns the colour of our skin
whenever we row our boat
across the Silky Road
you'd sum up kendo, judo, taekwondo that you know
protect me from the shadows
fetch me a belt of rainbows
while i go for you to fight with silat the naysayers and evil foes
the crazy you and me would say
one hellameter equals to
five chickens in the lawn try to poo
on the stomach of a man
whose resting his head on his hand
but of course the scientists won't approve it,
takes them one minute just to say the whole damn thing
our mothers shake their head in disappointment
because we were never ever apart
our fathers dislike us for a legitimate reason;
we became daydreaming fucks
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