Be grateful, at least, that I didn't link the image...

Fuku on a Bubba

It was a young day,
And the sun was rising
On the people by the animé store,
There was a deep sigh,
A murmuring of voices as
The girl in the frills and lace
Descended from the upper floor.

These are the days of animé and manga,
This is the ache in our hearts,
The way the kana figure our emotion,
The way we look to their art,
The way we look to a distant island nation
For the magic that is missing in our lives,
These are the days of animé and manga,
And don't hide baby, don't hide, don't hide.

It was a rumor,
And it swept across the networks,
And swirled before the vigilant eyes,
And their agents
Were closing on the idol,
Her heartache and desire
And her disenchanted life.

These are the days of animé and manga,
This is the ache in our hearts,
The way the kana figure our emotion,
The way we look to their art,
The way we look to a distant island nation
For the magic that is missing in our lives,
These are the days of animé and manga,
And don't hide baby, don't hide, don't hide.

It's a turn-around pirouette
That makes the hero power-up,
And a whirling transformation
On a silhouetted heart-throb,
Little girl is magical and slender as a willow,
Think of fuku on a bubba,
And otaku hugging body pillows.

And I believe
These are the ways of fanboys at conventions,
Fangirls at conventions somewhere,
Repeated whispers of inside information,
A tightly packed accretion
Of cosplayers and hugglers, and baby,

These are the days of animé and manga,
This is the ache in our hearts,
The way the kana figure our emotion,
The way we look to their art,
The way we look to a distant island nation
For the magic that is missing in our lives,
These are the days of animé and manga,
And don't hide baby, don't hide, don't hide.

(Mea culpa, Paulus!)

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The Boy in the Bubble Lyrics
Paul Simon


It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry


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