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Streets of
Tokyo
Everybody
claims Tokyo, you're on your own and still long for a home
Everybody claims Tokyo, you came to the City but still long for
a home
That's the avenues of Tokyo, a street story
A return to
the City of Tokyo, the eastern capital, one-way ticket in hand hiphop,
rock, punk kids gather tokyo 23 districts, kids are weird homo- sapiens,
undecipherable fashion sense, caused by fads and magazines An omnivorous
culture, bleaching hair and skin, or dying pigments it's the appearances
of people who act organized ever-changing evolutionary process of the
Japanese, cosmetic surgery, piercing, and tanning salons our generation
that loves to protest, working hard we wait from Monday thru Thursday,
for the city to start moving, it's the weekend and now it's grooving bouncing
sound, walk by the series of window displays, the city landscape consisting
of skyscrapers not knowing when to stop growing, that's Tokyo
With a dream
in heart, ride the bus, train, and taxi public transportation is a collective
activity, the longer you're exposed, the more you became oblivious to
others pass by thousands encounters everyday, eyes meet but no words are
exchanged run through the station exit on the west side, only talk to
your boss and friends long for the Tokyo soil, but it's all concrete,
the beat you hear on it is your own, everything is artificial here yes,
it's a jungle, with so many different kinds of people you gotta be on
the lookout yamato, black, persian, korean it's a clown foreigners make
better patriots it's the city that embraces those with a little contradiction
and a past- that's Tokyo National sport TV watching, in houses, apartments,
complexes, mansions 100 million are happy family members in front of the
tv set, the parent and kids the economy supported by speed (that:'s a
lie) the TV industry eats up young gals (oh that's real) entertainers
with no talent OR brains will fall, soon Politics quietly develop backstage,
a written page in history the young then writes graffiti on it, rascals
we used to jump over other people's fences, my friend and I Slow down
on freeways, fuck traffic I'm still riding my car, spot a rare hitchhiker,
either a nomad or a "house guest" (here we go again) For those leaving
or arriving, you just can't forget this city, that's Tokyo
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