DISCLAIMER: I'll give you two truths this time. Truth: I don't own Cowboy
Bebop. Truth: I wish I did. Lie: You still think I own CB.
A/N: I've been having real problems with this one. I mean, do you have any idea how difficult it is to come up with a song from JET'S point of view? Seriously. Anyway, read on.
Jet's Song – cowboy bebop (SONGS, SERIES 2)
Enjoy.
JET'S SONG – cowboy bebop
It's a mystery
That these three people
Haven't turned invisible yet
I try to be the sensible one
And act like it's no big deal
Because it isn't
Is it?
A woman
A man
A little girl with a boy's name
Exhausting to babysit
And sometimes I wonder
Why I'm not paid to watch them
What am I exactly?
A father?
A friend?
A convenient ally?
Well whatever I am
They've been taking advantage
Of the fact that I'm always here
And the fact that I can't
Couldn't stand
To kick them out
Or forget them
And leave them alone.
CLEARLY
I can see them
When I'm blind
And I can hear them
When I'm deaf
And I can feel them
When they're gone.
THEY
Silently I'm forced to watch
As if I'm some parent
As the little girl dances away
Out into the deserts
Leaving me with only
A written farewell
That I will eventually be forced
To clean up.
ARE
And then again
I'm held in place
Frozen by protective feelings
As the man, my friend
My son
My convenient ally
Leaves for the final time
And dies.
EVENTUALLY
I am left alone
With the woman,
My friend,
My daughter,
My convenient ally
And I watch as she crumbles
Into a shadow of what used to
Be.
ALL
The other two are gone
And I know I have to help
This woman
But I'm wondering
GOING TO
If there will ever
Be anyone to look after
Me.
DIE.
[fin]
A/N: I've been having real problems with this one. I mean, do you have any idea how difficult it is to come up with a song from JET'S point of view? Seriously. Anyway, read on.
Jet's Song – cowboy bebop (SONGS, SERIES 2)
Enjoy.
JET'S SONG – cowboy bebop
It's a mystery
That these three people
Haven't turned invisible yet
I try to be the sensible one
And act like it's no big deal
Because it isn't
Is it?
A woman
A man
A little girl with a boy's name
Exhausting to babysit
And sometimes I wonder
Why I'm not paid to watch them
What am I exactly?
A father?
A friend?
A convenient ally?
Well whatever I am
They've been taking advantage
Of the fact that I'm always here
And the fact that I can't
Couldn't stand
To kick them out
Or forget them
And leave them alone.
CLEARLY
I can see them
When I'm blind
And I can hear them
When I'm deaf
And I can feel them
When they're gone.
THEY
Silently I'm forced to watch
As if I'm some parent
As the little girl dances away
Out into the deserts
Leaving me with only
A written farewell
That I will eventually be forced
To clean up.
ARE
And then again
I'm held in place
Frozen by protective feelings
As the man, my friend
My son
My convenient ally
Leaves for the final time
And dies.
EVENTUALLY
I am left alone
With the woman,
My friend,
My daughter,
My convenient ally
And I watch as she crumbles
Into a shadow of what used to
Be.
ALL
The other two are gone
And I know I have to help
This woman
But I'm wondering
GOING TO
If there will ever
Be anyone to look after
Me.
DIE.
[fin]