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Moe Way

If You Need to Piss, Go from the Other Room

With their mouths agape, the generation who are learning
The Korean War from history books
Some call it a challenge, others insanity
The piercing eye through the spectacles of the new salvation
Life in the downpour, in the square nail, line after line
Languages age, where do we go in traffic lanes  
Riding Pegasus, strolling in the park canvas of a painting
Just like a nude statue, cigarette between our fingers
Hand in mouth, over the frames of reading glasses,
We oversight who we are
One after another
Falling down prostrate on the floor
In a fable knocking door-to-door
We manufacture our time
Let’s run more and more advertisements
Manchester calendar, London bureau, Zurich desk, Vienna motorboat
Munich television, Moscow matryoshka, New York chair
Osaka lampshade, Shanghai menu, Manila bed, Hong Kong pillow
Karachi comforter, Islamabad boots
Bangkok doormat, Doha Cup, Athens glass,
Cairo bedspread, Sydney magazines
Anyone is welcome to the land of opportunity
Local life probing and pleasuring
Personal probing and personal worship
The classified file of pain opens on the crisis
The emergency propellers, the mechanical sigh as a last breath
The escape from history in the form of a long shadow
That man has been marked in red
Mingalaba, Welcome.

If You Need to Piss, Go from the Other Room

Moe Way

Moe Way

(Burma, 1969)

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If You Need to Piss, Go from the Other Room

If You Need to Piss, Go from the Other Room

With their mouths agape, the generation who are learning
The Korean War from history books
Some call it a challenge, others insanity
The piercing eye through the spectacles of the new salvation
Life in the downpour, in the square nail, line after line
Languages age, where do we go in traffic lanes  
Riding Pegasus, strolling in the park canvas of a painting
Just like a nude statue, cigarette between our fingers
Hand in mouth, over the frames of reading glasses,
We oversight who we are
One after another
Falling down prostrate on the floor
In a fable knocking door-to-door
We manufacture our time
Let’s run more and more advertisements
Manchester calendar, London bureau, Zurich desk, Vienna motorboat
Munich television, Moscow matryoshka, New York chair
Osaka lampshade, Shanghai menu, Manila bed, Hong Kong pillow
Karachi comforter, Islamabad boots
Bangkok doormat, Doha Cup, Athens glass,
Cairo bedspread, Sydney magazines
Anyone is welcome to the land of opportunity
Local life probing and pleasuring
Personal probing and personal worship
The classified file of pain opens on the crisis
The emergency propellers, the mechanical sigh as a last breath
The escape from history in the form of a long shadow
That man has been marked in red
Mingalaba, Welcome.
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