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