Lily Night Mirror

from Night Of The Umbrella by County Lapin

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A DIY CD-R package made and hand-printed at Lapin Manor. This disc comes in a printed paper sleeve with notes, wrapped in Chinese calligraphy paper.

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A very limited edition homemade cassette version in a special Chinese New Year packet. Duplicated and printed at home @ Lapin Manor. This cassette comes with printed liner notes in a Chinese New Year red packet.

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lyrics

Life is sad and absurd, with little glimmers of joy. Lily, your parents really wanted a boy. Some day you’ll tend to your nouveau middle class home. At night by the mirror, in a city that rains. A national widow. Lily, run from your father. Run from his wife. Run from your brother. You were brought into this life for mother China. Morgan opens the door, throws his books right there in the mud. Abandons his Mandarin lessons and wipes away the blood. There’s a box here for his medals and a plastic dinosaur. His head still hurts and is wrapped up in gauze. Out falls an old, folded, faded photograph of Mao. So he runs to the village where he once saw a cow. Morgan, run from your father. Run from his wife. Run from your brother. You were brought into this life by mother China. Cold mother China. Terry’s picking peaches in the streets of Shanghai. He tells me that he builds robotic prototypes. His father sells harsh chemicals on the exchange. He pokes and teases little Terry. And tells him how dogs taste. Terry, run from your father. Run from his wife. Steal the Land Rover. Take to the road and drive. Run to the mountains that tower in Xishan. Run to your grandma. Run from mother China. Bamboo shoots. Looks like jade. Through factory roofs. Where cell phones were made. Your parents don’t love you. Not when they get in groups. They cut down the orchard and blamed it all on you. So run from your fathers. Run from their wives. Run from your brothers. You can ask for more from life than mother China.