macauuuuuuu

ON LIGHTS, GAMBLING AND HOME.


i would love to live in you, city of bright lights
turn all my patacas to a million times their worth
drown my heart's fears in your structures' wild heights
burn my tongue over and over your famous wanton and broth

but bright lights would mean no more stars at night
games of chance and high hopes equal games of risk and possible loss
but your heights don't mean shit to the weak of heart
and it would take more than just soup or beef balls to feed a hungry boss

so off i go on a plane then, back to my little homeland
where the streets are labeled in characters i can read
no more malls in hotels, hotels in casinos oh so grand
just good ole familiar, here's the cèsuǒ, there's my bed.




macau was just what i needed. thanks mom and dad. :)