[LK02] Tak-26 (feat. K-Liz)

Kinda wierd story, for my standards too. The narrative progression's wierd too. I guess I am wierd. Plus, I wanted to take a break from funk-mood, but @Jack_Hashinaga_Japan (IMHO, a groove mastah) gave me this itch I had to scratch away. Hi, @poject_2501! As always I bother you with a track and then drop another version (you earned a free "fuck you" card; use it wisely)... .-. P.s.: It happens a Koabayashi Takeshi (a famous one, I mean, related to music scene) really exists. Of course the one in the song happens to be real , and the "real" one a mere lie (and, above all, unrelated to the content of the song). P.p.s.: English is awesome. There's an awful lot of rhyme/near rhyme for "fuck". Still, I hate writing in English. **** ***** **** There are dudes who collect stamps others love dolls or baseball cards once I met a fan of the Treks who made me wear an Uhura uniform in order to fuck A gal once mumbled a lot about sudoku but I misheard — it happened to be kinbaku so... later I realized that her way to cope was making me hang from the ceiling in ropes Another time at the bar I got this client a huge thug, a scarred and chromed giant he called himself Master, alluding to a dark vice and he kept me awake all night rolling dice It’s OK, mind you — for me it’s just fine not the dice thing, I mean the detox time If you don’t hurt anyone, I have no objection but if you wanna hurt me a little bit, for me it’s just perfection Kobayashi Takeshi wasn't like that Doc Tak, my dad, a deviant, liked to fuck not for love or pleasure, the dirty cold pig he ran a bastard farm — and I am batch twenty-six [shit, Liz, you gave it all here... GO GO GIRL!] Yeah, you heard right — do I need to repeat? Lend four extra hands and count to twenty-six each one in a different country, kinda woke I mean, he went all in on diversity, the old bloke And he was fair and square, the dirty swine finding women in distress and handing them contracts to sign The bitches got caught by the zeros walking in a row turned into breeding ovens, bound by law But the zero in our prices sank our value he loved to create, but we were not his future the contracts, fair and square, were still unfair made us aware we were no heirs — there was nothing to share Rich and cold, the filthy corpo-pig he didn’t collect stamps — he collected kids so arrogant and selfish, that fucking fool he wanted to leave a mark in the human gene pool Doc Tak San was a dipshit like that an asshole, my dad — he liked to fuck not for love or pleasure, the dirty cold pig he ran a bastard farm — and I’m batch twenty-six. Oh, did I forget to mention that we are all girls!?! What were the fucking odds?!? Behold, everybody — the Kobayashis! The exotic beauty parade, in all our dysfunctional splendor! Argentina? (ルシア!) Australia? (テレーズ!!) Brazil? (イザドラ!) Canada? (クレア!) China? (李 珍!) Egypt? (レイラ!) England? (エリザベス!) Ethiopia? (メクデス!) France? (クロエ!) Germany? (グレタ!) Greece? (ダフネ!) India? (モヒニ!) (😉) Indonesia? (サリ!) Iran? (レイラ!) Ireland? (サーシャ!) Israel? (ミリアム!) Kenya? (アミナ!) Mexico? (カルメン!) Morocco? (サルマ!) Russia? (アーニャ!) South Africa? (タンディ!) South Korea? (ハナ!) Turkey? (エリフ!) Ukraine? (カテリーナ!) And of course, me, レティツィア... from Italy. I'm a mess. Midnight in heart, I wear the sun as a dress. And you'd keep going, your dedication so pure But your heart froze, or never beat, I am not sure Twenty five daughters, and no one shed a tear Maybe it was tasteless, but someone did actually cheer Not even Goro, the only son, born in wedlock In front of your coffin seemed to give a fuck Doc Tak, dad, you were the bastard, not me I don't miss you — I miss what you could be.