This, IMHO, is a fine example of what happens when you oversleep. Enjoy.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 14:
Ran's Dream Last Night
And then, I tell myself,
This isn't happening, really,
I seem to get caught in the throes of living.
I don't see myself in the mirror,
But I see only a reflection of myself.
I am traveling light a feather,
Flying to a disco beat,
Southerners singing in a chain gang,
My Kotocaster funkcity-ing down to the bone.
I seem to be catching fires,
Catching paradise,
Catching it once, or twice, or even waving my arms.
A roar from my friends at school,
Nonchalantly, they muse at me,
As I play my Kotocaster,
Still traveling light as a feather,
The only way to fly high
Into the stratosphere.
And the Southern Negroes are still singing in
A chain gang down in the Kanto plains,
A frog with a buckshot had, sitting in a rocking chair,
Smoking a kilo of weed in a pipe, with a gun in his other hand,
Concubines swaying their arms to the music,
Grooving to Layla,
Disco beats moving throughout Japan,
Chain gang
After chain gang
After chain gang
And suddenly,
I begin to play the blues,
My eyes open to the evils of this world,
Bin Laden, Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, Franco, Castro, Hussein, Ayatollah, Omar, Clapton
(okay, scratch Clapton),
And then my eyes open to the good of this planet,
Jesus Christ, the leaders of this free, Superman,
And good and evil fight each other
Before my very eyes,
Light, flashes, thunder, pyros,
rolling hellfire piano licks playing
before roadies,
and I find money everywhere,
1 yen, 2 yen, 10 yen, 100 yen, 1000 yen, 10000 yen, 100000 yen,
a million, a billion, a trillion yen,
a one-way ticket to ecstasy
while still traveling light.
At last the fight is over,
And a stalemate is established.
From this scene
I create a mental statue of penetration,
While playing my Kotocaster,
Grooving,
Moving,
All this while watching Hitler choke Bush, Bush choke Hitler,
This choking upon choking, you must be joking, oh my, oh, my.
And I fall down
To a bottomless pit,
And end up at the other side of the world.
A parallel universe?
What a mess this dream has become.
I am a stranger in this town.
If that wasn't enough,
I fly like that Welsh mare-goddess
Who took the devil and darkness as her pet.
Will I ever win? Possibly.
Will I ever lose? Possibly.
Will I ever find a stalemate? Never.
I have a bandage on my nose
From too much bleeding profuse.
I am a clown, like Cobain on Prozac,
Burning away, fading away, dying away,
While at the same time rising,
Taken by, taken by the sky.
Ring, ringaling, ringalingalingalingaling,
I still persevere to play my Kotocaster, oooahh...I wanna be with you everywhere.
I don't know why I am singing in my dream,
But I do.
And the bells keep on twinkling, ringing incessantly,
While Fleetwood, McVie and McVie, Burnette, Nicks, Asante, Vito,
Everyone plays incessantly while the gypsy is self-unraveled in the velvet...
I hear them saying,
Thunder only happens when it's raining,
Players only love you when they're playing.
Indignant little lies.
So they say.
I run like The Rock,
Like a fugitive,
Like iron,
Like a lion
In Zion.
I burn and loot,
Destroying anything that is peaceful,
Anything that is beneficial,
And any last hope of life
Will fall to my control
Like a fugitive
To end the life they live.
I sit on this rock,
Thinking to myself
Like the man they call
Mr. OldMaster Dotcom,
What is the real meaning of life, dotcom?
Is there anything you can do today, dotcom?
Why am I saying at the end dotcom, dotcom?
I have suffered a nervous breakdown, dotcom!
Bubbling on the Top 100,
I drink the 286th bottle of champagne
I have drunk in the last 365 days
Of my life
That I have wasted.
I wake up,
And dance for my survival.
But then again...
My therapist says I'm doing what I call
Soul-wrestling in the night,
And that it is natural for everyone
When they turn the page
On a good nights sleep
As I close my eyes
And dream again.
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END CHAPTER 14
Review, please, will ya? Ja!
Oh, before I say sayonara, domo arigato gozaimasu to...
Mihona Fujii.
Fleetwood Mac.
Bob Marley and family, Tuff Gong,
Eric Clapton, the Reptilian Legend himself.
Ribon, TV Tokyo, every GALS! Seiyuu.
The staff at Fanfiction.net.
And of course, all of you guys who read my work. Domo sankyu, ne?
Ja ne! And don't forget to review!
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 14:
Ran's Dream Last Night
And then, I tell myself,
This isn't happening, really,
I seem to get caught in the throes of living.
I don't see myself in the mirror,
But I see only a reflection of myself.
I am traveling light a feather,
Flying to a disco beat,
Southerners singing in a chain gang,
My Kotocaster funkcity-ing down to the bone.
I seem to be catching fires,
Catching paradise,
Catching it once, or twice, or even waving my arms.
A roar from my friends at school,
Nonchalantly, they muse at me,
As I play my Kotocaster,
Still traveling light as a feather,
The only way to fly high
Into the stratosphere.
And the Southern Negroes are still singing in
A chain gang down in the Kanto plains,
A frog with a buckshot had, sitting in a rocking chair,
Smoking a kilo of weed in a pipe, with a gun in his other hand,
Concubines swaying their arms to the music,
Grooving to Layla,
Disco beats moving throughout Japan,
Chain gang
After chain gang
After chain gang
And suddenly,
I begin to play the blues,
My eyes open to the evils of this world,
Bin Laden, Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, Franco, Castro, Hussein, Ayatollah, Omar, Clapton
(okay, scratch Clapton),
And then my eyes open to the good of this planet,
Jesus Christ, the leaders of this free, Superman,
And good and evil fight each other
Before my very eyes,
Light, flashes, thunder, pyros,
rolling hellfire piano licks playing
before roadies,
and I find money everywhere,
1 yen, 2 yen, 10 yen, 100 yen, 1000 yen, 10000 yen, 100000 yen,
a million, a billion, a trillion yen,
a one-way ticket to ecstasy
while still traveling light.
At last the fight is over,
And a stalemate is established.
From this scene
I create a mental statue of penetration,
While playing my Kotocaster,
Grooving,
Moving,
All this while watching Hitler choke Bush, Bush choke Hitler,
This choking upon choking, you must be joking, oh my, oh, my.
And I fall down
To a bottomless pit,
And end up at the other side of the world.
A parallel universe?
What a mess this dream has become.
I am a stranger in this town.
If that wasn't enough,
I fly like that Welsh mare-goddess
Who took the devil and darkness as her pet.
Will I ever win? Possibly.
Will I ever lose? Possibly.
Will I ever find a stalemate? Never.
I have a bandage on my nose
From too much bleeding profuse.
I am a clown, like Cobain on Prozac,
Burning away, fading away, dying away,
While at the same time rising,
Taken by, taken by the sky.
Ring, ringaling, ringalingalingalingaling,
I still persevere to play my Kotocaster, oooahh...I wanna be with you everywhere.
I don't know why I am singing in my dream,
But I do.
And the bells keep on twinkling, ringing incessantly,
While Fleetwood, McVie and McVie, Burnette, Nicks, Asante, Vito,
Everyone plays incessantly while the gypsy is self-unraveled in the velvet...
I hear them saying,
Thunder only happens when it's raining,
Players only love you when they're playing.
Indignant little lies.
So they say.
I run like The Rock,
Like a fugitive,
Like iron,
Like a lion
In Zion.
I burn and loot,
Destroying anything that is peaceful,
Anything that is beneficial,
And any last hope of life
Will fall to my control
Like a fugitive
To end the life they live.
I sit on this rock,
Thinking to myself
Like the man they call
Mr. OldMaster Dotcom,
What is the real meaning of life, dotcom?
Is there anything you can do today, dotcom?
Why am I saying at the end dotcom, dotcom?
I have suffered a nervous breakdown, dotcom!
Bubbling on the Top 100,
I drink the 286th bottle of champagne
I have drunk in the last 365 days
Of my life
That I have wasted.
I wake up,
And dance for my survival.
But then again...
My therapist says I'm doing what I call
Soul-wrestling in the night,
And that it is natural for everyone
When they turn the page
On a good nights sleep
As I close my eyes
And dream again.
************************
END CHAPTER 14
Review, please, will ya? Ja!
Oh, before I say sayonara, domo arigato gozaimasu to...
Mihona Fujii.
Fleetwood Mac.
Bob Marley and family, Tuff Gong,
Eric Clapton, the Reptilian Legend himself.
Ribon, TV Tokyo, every GALS! Seiyuu.
The staff at Fanfiction.net.
And of course, all of you guys who read my work. Domo sankyu, ne?
Ja ne! And don't forget to review!