Samurai - Brazzaville

Lay me down

On the street

Where the hobos meet

Southern day dreams

I don’t know

Which way the wind blows

But I’ll tell you what comes and goes

People grow old and die

Cold like a Samurai

Under a dim, breathtaking winter sky

Perrier c’est foux

Lonely days

By the sea

Watch the ships go by

Taiwanese

Half as old

As the sky seems

In my larger dreams

Mangosteen

People grow old and die… etc.