stooped so low, i down another drink of skimmed milk waiting to be abused by you in the dark trying very hard to rape the shark loaned to whom has nothing to do with the blues which you choose to leave on the brink to exist parallel to our universe that will burst outwards freeing the trapped souls and UFOs to the sea of Mercury and Haley only seen once in a while, after cheating on their wives breaking their quarks and neutrons, messing in the salons with some cats having fights with dogs between the skies oh so blue, such a muse, such amusing thing to stare in awe after all we have done nothing wrong for the call to come swift, quicker than a striking lightning in the field of artistic remedy what is this place? there is just so much space for me to handle on my own, please don't leave me alone on the streets, begging to be redeemed
stand so still, i down another drink of lightning wanting to be heard by the clerk in the dark, having troubles with the spark of enchantment starting up some enlightment of fire burning to the ground, smoke rising up to the clouds of nine fools insisting to be refused to grow a pair of wooden nose after lying their lives about the dive the poor man leads to end his dignity not having any money left to feed his three thousand accounts and bills to the worthless company begging and plead for everyone to give some sympathy to the angry mob rioting an uproar, pounding on the door to take what is theirs to make in the last place on Earth just to be sure that is what they learned in vending machines vomiting persuasive liberty to the programmed human being
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