Tokyo Tanko
Even since I was little, I've always wanted to go to Japan. Japan is where some of my favorite foods and shows come from, and the city I've always wanted to visit most is Tokyo. I've heard of all the amazing street food and cultural experiences there, and since it is also more tourist-friendly than many other cities, it sounds like a good starting spot. Because of that, I chose a poem called Tokyo Tango, by David W Clare.
Shadows dance on subway walls
Through crowded bars and pachinko halls
I came equipped for fun and play
You dont have to tip but boy you pay
The night runs deep when you miss the train
After this trip you're never the same
I fell into forbidden zones
Ancient temples turned into internet shops dial for *** to her cellular telephone
Step to the beat invent your own way
If you can't dance you've got two left feet
What's the difference let your hair down its time to play and dance the...
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Don't dance the...
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Down the street there's a ceremony on
It's a cinch when the pink lights on till dawn
Get to grips with a ancient kind of street dance
Kissing cherry lips or grape or mango
Do every dance but NOT the Tokyo Tango
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Zakuza dance
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
While the second half of the poem makes no sense to me. The first half is quite beautiful. The imagery from the subway. Descriptions of bars and pinball halls. It highlights some of the experiences there while making sure to reiterate despite no tipping, it's quite expensive. If you factor in food stalls and other experiences everyone should try, you miss out on some of the things you'd expect to like; in order to appreciate it everything you need to spend some time there.
The second paragraph goes from the beauty there to what's missing. Sure, on top of all the experiences and such, there is a rich history, but in the end, it's different from home. You have to get back in contact with those back home hoping to return. This is how I usually am. Traveling is fun for about a day or two, and then I miss the comforts of my house, shower, and internet.
Shadows dance on subway walls
Through crowded bars and pachinko halls
I came equipped for fun and play
You dont have to tip but boy you pay
The night runs deep when you miss the train
After this trip you're never the same
I fell into forbidden zones
Ancient temples turned into internet shops dial for *** to her cellular telephone
Step to the beat invent your own way
If you can't dance you've got two left feet
What's the difference let your hair down its time to play and dance the...
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Don't dance the...
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Down the street there's a ceremony on
It's a cinch when the pink lights on till dawn
Get to grips with a ancient kind of street dance
Kissing cherry lips or grape or mango
Do every dance but NOT the Tokyo Tango
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Zakuza dance
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
While the second half of the poem makes no sense to me. The first half is quite beautiful. The imagery from the subway. Descriptions of bars and pinball halls. It highlights some of the experiences there while making sure to reiterate despite no tipping, it's quite expensive. If you factor in food stalls and other experiences everyone should try, you miss out on some of the things you'd expect to like; in order to appreciate it everything you need to spend some time there.
The second paragraph goes from the beauty there to what's missing. Sure, on top of all the experiences and such, there is a rich history, but in the end, it's different from home. You have to get back in contact with those back home hoping to return. This is how I usually am. Traveling is fun for about a day or two, and then I miss the comforts of my house, shower, and internet.
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