in a town,
with no blue skies
i feel i am dying
one death every day.

under neon signs full of deceit
the gaily clothed empty fellows beguile each other.
playing the hypocrites,
never satisfied.

the last world I have found.
i spit on their word "PRIDE" there.
in this cold world
i can never find my own place.

lonely, lonely, night
in time deep darkness closes upon me.
i wonder how other fellows live this out.

lonely, lonely, night
losing dreams one by one.
the challenge will grow to live through this vacant world

the empty town
full of poor fellow,
the cemetery for the dreams of people lost.

i am a cat, brought from far, far away.
since i was thrown into this city, i have survived here alone.

getting through the many cold/miserable nights
in the dark corners of the streets,
i have yearned for the warmth of the lights
coming through windows of the sweet family house.

somebody want to invite me in?

i know the tricks of the sweets in your pocket.
you must not forget that even a tiny kitten has pride
and hidden sharp claws.

please seek me out.

you could see me taking a nap on a high branch
in a maple tree on a fine day,
or in the window of an old book store on a rainy day.
whatever you could take from love in this world,
i can give you a sweet heaven,
if you can give me the lap to curl up on ...

-so i can purr like a little kitten forever.

hey romantic blues
on such a night,
i can pass out listening to full slow sounds

the day after I have wept the night out
feel like i can be sweeter to other people

that's cool hah.
a life of madness playing a bluffer hiding a sorrow

leave the smart life to the intelligent.
i'd rather choose a life that talks through the night stars
with no name
that twinkle in dark skies over an empty town.

hey romantic blues
in a dim room,
a blues that ages with time is heard on a radio

leaning on a worn ragged sofa throwing shots of bourbon
in my stomach
i try to think of foolish men,
that have died in the desert with their motorcycles

that's cool hah.
a life of madness playing a bluffer hiding a sorrow

i'd much rather visit there alone,
looking for sand castles from childhood
i'd get life off my mind with a motorcycle and bottle
as my final friends.

when i come around to get the meaning of liberty,
aspects of myself,
living picking up pieces that disparately come into sight.

i crawl on the floor like a dog.
on my back, daily deceits and forced laughter.
work to bury my very existence.

you tell me,
living my life means to go on, weaving those chains
that bind my existence..
why on earth, should i go on living?

birds in a cage never stop to sing.
in mournful voices gazing away, far... far away
at clouds so vacant.

tu li tu lu a ...

if possible, i would go.
i wish i would go over the sky

sorrows and pains grudges and lies.
to throw away all disgusting fellow.
i wish to resign to eternal slumber

like a bird flying the sky,
like a fish sailing the ocean,
breathing my own way.
i wish to live, ... just guffawing

tu li tu lu a ...
tu li tu lu a ... 　
like a poet in ancient times,
drifting through impressions of waves
i wish to live through my time.

tu li tu lu a ...
tu li tu lu a ...

have you ever loved a woman?
what is love?

you may have had eros and joy
pressed under a strained sense,
tense emotional connection, male/female animals
simply share from their instincts in the ecstasy
on the edge that borders life and death,
you get the reason for your birth, craving bodies each others.

once the morning light comes up,
all the passion we share through the night,
turns into tenderness.
i love the feeling of waking up, the sunshine changing
dark to light,
being held in two warm arms.

i had loved a fire...
and lost it.
since then, i have been drifting in a cold/dark water.
where am i now?
where am i going to?

can somebody save me out from this darkness?