New song with a twist
So the focus of this year has clearly turned away from Japan, and I feel somewhat remiss about this. I've been quite preoccupied with my music and playing gigs recently with Mike and Hiroe, but honestly not too busy to write about other stuff going on in my life. For example, I went to the Ise Shrine, which is the most sacred shrine in all of Japan and home to the Emperor's God, with a friend from Kyudo a few months back. I've also been reading some captivating literature comparing the fossil-fuel based industrial food industry and local/true organic farming. Thanks for The Omnivore's Dilemma, Sean. It could very well change my life in profound ways. I plan on writing more about these more when I can afford to purchase some reflective moments.
But for now, back to the music. I recently (actually just a week ago wrote what appears to be a perfect culmination to a year's worth of "one giant step for mankind". There could be controversy involved with such an grandiose claim, but I'm not listening because it's a waste of greenhouse gases.
This most recent song is called Forgotten. I wrote it with the idea in mind that the future of our humanity is too precious to be compromised by marginalizing underdeveloped voices. The Trees also lack a weighty voice in our currently technology-driven world-society, and subsequently are being driven from the face of the Earth in droves and thickets. As you can probably see, I have also included a Japanese translation. I actually submitted this song and translation recently to the Shiga Board of Education for our annual "JET Experience Essay". The aim of this aforementioned essay is to highlight we English teachers' experiences and life lessons acquired from our time in Japan; therefore I felt compelled to share my thoughts on the necessity of a holistic education so that we do not leave behind our future. Please enjoy and as always feel free to share your thoughts, concerns, and and typos you pick out because I don't edit my typing often if at all.
Though we may not wear your clothes,
we are not untidy,
growing up on our own we took what we could find,
sneaking on pantyhose in an empty house,
come on in you can see our underage secrets,
After school no one there we relied on imagination, time breeding intrigue,
so where we you to tell us the images were just fancy,
lies and pretend,
we made them up in twos and threes,
Though often abandoned we are not forgotten,
you are hearing us now,
though we fail and you scold us we are not forsaken,
we are building the earth
Come on down get in line it’s time to make an honest buck,
who’s teaching this anymore?
your sons hear your actions loud,
loudest, louder than your words,
their hands will carry your scars
Cause our lives are made on the theft of childhood,
they sew your feet, dig your gold, serve your needs
wasting away in foreign room upstairs,
when are you going to feed them some truth?
Though often abandoned you are not forgotten,
we are hearing you now,
though you fail and we scold us you are not forsaken,
you are building the earth