Types: Filk, Kimiko, Piro
Nanasawa-san
With apologies to: They Might Be Giants and anyone who likes "It's a Wonderful Life"

If I stood with a gun perpendicular
To my head and wished I have never come here
Would there come my guardian angel
Showing how life'd be had I never gone?

My appartment looks upside down with mess
Me and Largo sitting halfway on the seat
Playing games till our lids feel heavy
And my job's a pain that never ends

Nanasawa-san, I'm getting old
And we still haven't met in the town where my soul will forever abide.
Listen, won't you hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would draw if I was anywhere near you.

Here are you at a railway terminal
In your purse there's no card, or is there a yen
Who is there to lend his ticket?
Why were you so late to the audition?

Or the time you were sick but you had to work
You threw up on a patron's onion soup
All this time in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words that my voice was repeating

Nanasawa-san, I'm getting old
And we still haven't met in the town where my soul will forever abide.
Listen, won't you hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would draw if I was anywhere near you.

When I was playing once I heard your voice say in the game:
"I don't care for Tokyo, I just need you there"

They don't need me here, like you need me there
Where each day goes by faster then it came
And your voice sings the sweetest verses
(So to me sound all your self-aimed curses)
Suddenly the world is just as was before
And I think an angel got his wings

Nanasawa-san, I'm getting old
And we still haven't met in the town where my soul will forever abide.
Listen, won't you hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would draw if I was anywhere near you.

(Repeat chorus until end)

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Ana Ng
By TMBG

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"

They don't need me here, and I know you're thereWhere the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is, we don't know anything

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

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