From the album ‘The Little Red Songbook‘ (1998).
Lyrics
The life of someone promiscuous is unfocused, unclear
Forgetting the crisp morning sun
On the face of the young beloved
The lines of her eyebrows so sharply defined
Loving anyone else so far from his mind
She is not unique, but seems so then
But after five, but after ten
When morning’s gone and won’t come back again
Then carpe diem
One morning I crept into your room, Young Kim
And watched you sleep for an hour
Your face a white oriental flower
So vast and soft next to mine
Your body, which didn’t belong to me
Still not quite ready for rousing, moved lazily in rehearsal
While mine trembled violently in the sublime suspended animation
Of my unresolved arousal
That hour took me back to something so pure
That hour was, for me, transcendental
To long and yet never possess
Is, as Rilke said better
The best
Extra track – I Can See Japan
I’d like to hear ‘We Can See Japan’ after three…
‘I Can See Japan’
‘I Can See Japan’
We can fly…
(‘I Can See Japan’)
… and I can see Japan
Well then, all right, let’s see if we can get a decent recording of it
A little less noise on the piano and more singing:
I can see Japan
I can see Japan
I can see the mountaintops
And I can see the villages
And I can see your images
And baby, best of all, I can see your love
I can see Japan
I can see Japan
I can see the mountaintops
And I can see the villages
And I can see your images
And baby, best of all, I can see your love
I can see Japan
I can see Japan
I can see Japa-a-a-an
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