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cinema blue – my philosophy major won’t sell tickets lyrics

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your philosophy major, it won’t sell tickets
i remember you told me, my nymphet
i’ve shaped your beauty, your soul and your face
and you’ve haunted me from your cradle to my grave

well, mishima gone dead
oshima gone bad
the bubble era of j-pan

and as a dead man
i have a whale of a time
to contemplate my punishment and crimes

and i brought you up according
to their ideals, my darling
the color of your nipples are pink
and avant-garde was our best excuse for nudity
so we made pinks

the rise of the av
in the mid-eighties
the decline of the art theatre guild

yoshida and his wife
take a rest for a while
hiatus was the new sanctuary

i quitted making artsy pinks
when the audiences needed more kinks
oh no, they just want p-rnography

and you could see, is it failed revolution?
while masao adachi residing in lebanon

join the red army
or join the film industry
it’s the question of to be or not to be

my name is mortal
but yours, it’s immortal
you’ll live on forever, my baby

then the age of the humanists
the international hit
in parallel with jean-luc zeze

tsukamoto, kore-eda and sogo ishii
and the rise of kitano takeshi

independents rejected me
pink market no longer needs me
they said: you’re quite too old school compared to your contemporaries

and by the death
of wakamatsu koji
post-2010, i asked myself
do i still have that license to live?

your philosophy major, it won’t sell tickets
i remember you told me, my nymphet
i’ve shaped your beauty, your soul and your face
and you’ve haunted me from your cradle to my grave

- cinema blue lyrics

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