Now that the end is almost upon us, We will travel on the road one last time, And though our work may put up quite the fuss, I think they will survive losing the dime. Though there is nothing left for us to see, We will still go out to see an old sight Because what is in this moment for me Is to reminisce for a single night About my life living in this city, And how my return may never happen. I don’t want to remember with pity, And that’s why I am going out again. I’ll have to say goodbye to all of ya, And that’s why I’m taking this last hurrah!
Will this path of suffering never end? The brochure did not prepare me for this, Forcing the bamboo of patience to bend Just to find that place of eternal bliss. It all went as planned when it did begin, But then I reached this old pier halfway through, A place to pay for my life time of sin, And I was stuck there with nothing to do. I couldn’t move forward or track back; I had to wait for my absolution, Searching my life for the thing it did lack, Giving my soul a sense of completion. I thank you for this time to meditate, But Nirvana won’t be reached at this rate.
Smiley does not knw that she is ugly. She does remember the ruthless children Who wrapped her muzzle in plastic to see If she could escape what they put her in. She was able to survive that cruel day, But she lost her lips and was disfigured. Now her fans jut out in a weird display Like she is growling at what she endured. She’s found a life under the protection With the gentle staff on a remote beach. At the 10 Moons she finds the affection, And no longer cower from a child’s reach. Smiley does not understand her sad fate Because she now receives more love than hate.
Underneath the stairs, its scurry is heard, Waiting for my foot to take its last step. My imagination piques the absurd About all the places it has crept. I see a claw dart into the shadows, Next to the glow of iridescent eyes. As the deep terror within my hear grows, I seek the inevitable surprise. It will gather me into its clutches, And whisper to me the stuff of nightmares. It will corrupt everything it touches, Making me a servant of its dark lairs. As my vacation arrives at its end, The horror of reality begins.
Nothing is left we can possibly do Then watch the rain pour over the roof’s edge. All of the work that we tried to get through Is just another thing I have to hedge. More important things need my attention Because they can only happen right now, And please do not even try to mention Conditions of my contractual vow. My needs lie with the puddles being born, And making sure they fill up completely. It may leave your business feeling forlorn, But it reflect the way fortune treats me. I do not care for the way that you cry. My concern comes from the tears in the sky.
It is our goal to be known for something That looks like the field of bureaucracy. You thought the other countries were tiring, But come to our corner of the city, And you will find that you will never leave, Not because you now desire to stay. Our staff has been trained in how to deceive You that you’ll accomplish your task today. All the required forms have been hidden, And when you ask for more information, The nature that employees are bidden Is to point you in the wrong direction. It’s become the source of our greatest pride To take the farang on a day long ride.
It is easier to believe the lie Than to admit that I could have been wrong. To uphold this truth, I’m willing to die As a refrain in my seditious song. I have left behind my patriotic heart, So no one will tell me, I am not right, And I will continue to do my part To raise his flag in this perilous fight. He may hide in the walls of his tower And will only remember his own name, But I wish to give him back the power, So he can go back to playing his game. I know that the pages of history Will not mention the sacrifice of me.
They have told me not to pay attention To the importance that they give a name, For it does not matter the intention As the identity will be the same. Ownership comes with specification To the ones who had first called it as so, No longer belonging to that nation, Letting the imperialism grow. When you go off to the celebration, Discuss why you go to dance and sing. Does it matter that the iteration Of a country is part of the ringing? So I would like to raise my glass in cheer To this great holiday, Lunar New Year.
I dreamt last night of the River Jordan, And being there I’d finally found peace. Being on its banks went against the plan, But when time is something we only lease, We have to make the most of what’s given. If we have been sold on a new future, But the lie is what we have been livin’, We should not give into the indenture. I may have to cross over the border, Embracing the life of a refugee, To live in a land free of disorder That allows the chance for me to be me. I will sink my toes deeper in the mud Waiting to engage in this river’s flood.