Salt,Pepper,Birds,and the Thought Police

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$曲名：Salt,Pepper,Birds,and$ $the$ $Thought$ $Police$
$作词: Cassie$ $Wei$
$作曲: Yamato$ $Kasai/Cassie$ $Wei$
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Bamboo basket, reflector, working brakes，
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Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips，
See ya, I’m off to the morning market，
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Thirty-three lemons，
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A healthy looking chicken and a dozen of free range eggs，
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Thanks, keep the change，
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Whistling a tune, (Attempting) pffhw，
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I’m home，
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What a perfect day，
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I hanged the sheets out in the yard，
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Oiled up my baking tray，
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Thinking about you, Mother，
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To recite her famous words，
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All you need are salt and pepper，
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To taste the happiness of life forever，
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Then the moon rose，
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And creamed lemon chicken roasted in the oven，
Men in black kicked down my front door，
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Hey! Who? What? Why?
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“You violated act 617 - Illegal Thoughts”，
“You’re under arrest”，
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We all know the real answer was，
“You shouldn’t have been born the way you are”，
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And we’re packed in a cargo choo choo train，
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Squeezing against the bodies similar to me，
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With tears rolling down our faces，
We began to sing，
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“They can never take anything from our souls”，
Louder and louder，
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“They can never take anything from our souls”，
Louder and louder，
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They shaved off my hair，
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Fed me a foreign language，
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Looking on the bright side, I’m alive，
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I still remember all the people I love，
So come at me, and do your worst，
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All this pain and suffer，
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Don’t stand a chance against our iron hearts，
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As the morning came and went，
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And the people stayed and left，
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And the earth went ‘round and around，
The stars never looked so kind，
The wind ever so fragrant，
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Through the tiny slit on the wall，
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Every night I was invited to watch，
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A theatre played by moonlit birds，
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They spread their wings，
Carrying our silenced voices，
Singing our historic songs，
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Letting everyone in the future know，
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That we existed，
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What a perfect night，
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I felt the urge to write a book，
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Pass down my life，
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Until recently, time didn’t feel so fast，
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With my bloody finger tip，
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All I needed were sticks and paper，
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I started to write, poems after poems，
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Then the moonlit birds came to meet me，
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They stole the key and opened the gates，
We’re finally free，
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I picked up my bicycle，
Riding home to Mother，
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Writing my delusion world，
I saw a version of heaven，
Where I sat in my yard，
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Reading a paperback print of my book，
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On a hillside, your little fist clutching sweat，
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Walking to the memorial park，
You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums，
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A former Thought Police lowers her hat，
Children lying on the grass，
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Singing to poems written by me。
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