The fact that things chose to lead the rose to death boggles my nose out of health,
The fact that wet dreams may just seem like watching snakes slithering to wealth,
The fact that life lies in the sky built by a herd of fantasizing
Realizing biggest dreamers;
All-around late achievers;
Just might shed some light to the passers-by;
That the long lost ancient ruler,
Hath come to crush your deadly soldiers.
Be very sure,
The dive is yours,
Long before the oyster is destined to born,
Eggs counted, then blow your horn.
Calm the fuck down pumping heart.
Drink some tea, have some tart.
Divine, looms; supermoon blooming ever glooming as we know the doom is creeping closer, inching nearer.
About you; is tamed by whoever is blue enough to cover loose cannons hammering blundering sight
Of self, indulging in fights.
Be very sure,
The dive is yours,
Long before the oyster is destined to born,
Eggs counted, then blow your horn.
Calm the fuck down pumping heart.
Drink some tea, have some tart.
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