Kurosawa Honour thy music. Honour thy love Honour thy friendship. Honour thy blood With sturdiness of purpose perpetrate all the above Play on the flute made of purest gold
Let us be friends and I'll tell you of my dream Let us be lovers, I'll show you what I mean
I am awkward, I am touching, I am graceful I am playful, always poised, never hateful For Life is never certain in the slightest sense of meaning Feel the Universal time with fullness of my Being
There was a friendly pigeon, I met him in my dream He came to entertain me, he kept me company
Along came a bigger bird, more bigger than he Snapped his wing and dragged him to his destiny “Oh why bigger bird, why'd you pick on me?” said the little pigeon hanging desperately “I'm hungry and it's time for lunch” the bigger bird replied “Go to sleep and dream your dream in pigeon pie”
I am awkward, I am touching, I am graceful I am playful, always poised, never hateful For Life is never certain in the slightest sense of meaning Feel the Universal time with fullness of my Being Heading for the parallel, the sultry state of dreaming With your pigeon by your side, you're not alone