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Wakai Tsubame
05:37
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WAKAI TSUBAME
Drove the S class down the Costa Del Sol
Just a way to pass the time
Stopped for tapas at the Maro Beach Café
Another meal on her dime
So the lady’s nearly twice my age
But getting old is not a crime
She buys me the nicest shit
That’s why I just won’t quit
Let’s see how long this thing can last
And late at night after I work her hard
I use her credit card
Fair trade, no questions asked
Takes siesta with her usual pills
A double dose and she goes down
It gives me time to take a moment for myself
And have a late night on the town
Another daybreak at the discotech
Bottle service all around
I just found my first grey hair
I hope she doesn’t care
Oh but the years go by so fast
You know I’ve seen her eyeing younger boys
Shiny new toys
Strong, sturdy, and built to last
Wakai Tsubame, Wakai Tsubame
They all think I’ve got no sense of shame
That’s why they know me by a very special name
Wakai Tsubame, Wakai Tsubame
I don’t care what all the people say
That’s how it goes, you’ve got to pay to play the game
She believes it’s time to go our separate ways
There’s a line drawn in the sand
Pack my bags and grab a case of Chardonnay
I guess she found a younger man
Never should have put me in her will
A mistake to force my hand
I’ll commit a mortal sin
Just to get my chips cashed in
Sometimes breaking up is hard
And they say, ‘Who would kill a dinosaur?’
I know a dozen more
Pool boys, who’d go so far
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Gaijin
05:53
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GAIJIN
I’ve been to Asia
I like the cuisine
Talk about a good time
Talk a bout a scene
Don’t have to think too much
Take it all in stride
Teach a little english
You know sake is just like wine
Back in the states
The girls were so cold
Dreaming about the prom queen
Man that got a little old
But here they smile at me
I feel no social pressures
Being so much taller
I guess the girls just like me better
Hey now you’re the one
You’re looking younger every single day
I’m trying hard to pronounce your name
Talking ‘bout that smooth and hairless skin
Of your orientalism
Almond eyes
All dressed up in pink
I love the way you blush
When we have a drink
I wish I understood
This look that’s in your eye
Don’t even seem to mind too much
As I lightly touch your thigh
Watashi no kodomo unde kudasai
Itsumademo aisuruyo, ojou-chan
And I’m obsessed
Can’t wait another day
I thought that you loved me
In your simple way
But now you’re leaving me
And darling please don’t go
I don’t understand your language
Mostly when you say no
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The Guru
06:37
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THE GURU
Trouble’s over
We will show her
A man who cannot lie
Looks you in the eye
Don’t be frightened
Get enlightened
A father’s what they seek
Pretty little sheep
I’m my own worst enemy
Beyond the pale
I fly, with great abandon
So high, I touch the sun
Take five, you know the best is yet to come
Take my hand
Yoga on the sand
Close your eyes
I’ll show you paradise
Your guide in divination
Supplies the fantasy
Such blind infatuation
Grows the family
None can reach her
Except her teacher
Evaporates the fog
One more downward dog
From tomorrow
No more sorrow
Pain is all she’s known
Confiscate her phone
She will be my masterpiece
Behind the veil
Such sly, indoctrination
The mind can’t overcome
Don’t hide, there is nowhere left to run
Take my hand
Yoga on the sand
Close your eyes
I’ll show you paradise
Your guide in divination
Sublimes depravity
Define disassociation
Supply your cavity
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4. |
Airplane Girl
06:20
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AIRPLANE GIRL
Bought my ticket on the twelve o’ two
Late night to Tokyo
It’s become this little thing I do
And leave the world far below
Pack my sandals and my favorite suit
First-class cabin, second row
Drinking champagne from a plastic flute
It’s the only way to roll
When they close the hatch the light goes down
The hum of engines is the only sound
Then a voice comes on the intercom
Who could it be…?
She’s my baby
She’s my Airplane Girl
Lady, let’s travel across the world
Baby, you’re my Airplane Girl
My leading lady, let’s travel across the world
When we finally reach our cruising speed
She comes walking down my aisle
Asks me if there’s anything I need
I lick my lips and think awhile
Feeling thirsty and I tell her so
She pours me whiskey through the night
But what I really want I just can’t tell her
You know it wouldn’t be polite
She may think I’m just a business man
Dismiss this ojisama out of hand
But love is not the only thing she needs
From a man of means
Oh, oh, Baby
Your my Airplane Girl
Lady, let’s travel across the world
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BUSY DAY
It’s been a busy day today
Bicep curls on the sand
He lifts a fifth of Tanqueray
To his lips with just one hand
He don’t care what lays in store
He don’t want to know
What this world is all about
And there’s always time to spare
You can feel it in the air
Tonight he’ll keep on heading south
Some say he has the perfect life
But every sunset brings the tears
He has two daughters and a wife
He hasn’t spoken to in years
Could it be he went astray
Looking for a way
To feel younger all the time
But time keeps rolling like the sea
A very busy bee
Another drink will ease his mind
Please all I need
Is a warm ocean breeze
And the sun on my skin
And a bottle of gin
I’ll be gone for a while
The sun is deepening his tan
A fine patina for his soul
He ain’t no pasty office man
He prefers his spirits cold
When he stares off at the bay
For hours of the day
At that crisp horizon line
He can almost make out words
Floating with the birds
Tell the sorrow of mankind
Please all I need
Is a warm ocean breeze
And the sun on my skin
and a bottle of gin
I’ll be gone for a while…
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6. |
The Corner Office
07:07
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THE CORNER OFFICE
The elevator door on the 47th floor
Opens to a hall
Where portraits line the walls
A secretary smiles with sophisticated style
She offers you a seat
A place to rest your feet
And all around the room
My orchids are in bloom
Cultivated taste
It puts you in your place
Right angle to the sky
What a way to watch the clouds roll by
For the few who get this far
Champagne, cocaine, and caviar
I gave the devil what I promised
For the corner office
In your mind you’ll see
A silhouette of me
The artifice defined
Hero of our time
You watch the hours go
Your respect for me just grows
I make you sit and wait
Until you salivate
And when she calls your name
You won’t ever be the same
Your time has finally come
Enveloped by the sun
Right angle to the sky
There are those who’d have me crucified
Envious of my success
Abided by their righteousness
Because neither Jesus nor the Prophets
Got the corner office
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GALTTA Brooklyn, New York
Jazz / Minimalism / Outsider Pop
EST. 2010
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