Lila's Poem
Floating little worlds
Bobbing in the sea
Unsuspecting, unexpecting
Or to shed his grace on thee
So it's 1526 when the Spaniards start to run
Like Pamplona bulls in a China shop, being colonial isn't fun
There's German New Guinea, but the age-old story
They'll give you the skinny, but it's deliberate allegory
Enslaving their people for some Copra Cabana
'Til 1919 when they made way for Japan
And it was 1526, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1885, so thanks for playing
And it was 1919, so thanks for staying
For the Japanese mandate of the whole South Pacific
It's some enchantеd bullshit if you wanna get specific
"You'll learn our languagе, you'll eat our food"
"You'll get no domo arigato, bet you didn't think that we're rude"
And it was 1954, so thanks for staying
For the powerful U.S., more like us versus them
We'll drop a kilo on your fox trot, you're a pig stuck in the pen
We've worn out your bikini, we've capped you at the knees
Leave you praying for the Spanish, for a deadly disease
And it was 1592, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1885, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1919, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1954, wish you were staying, but you're not
Bobbing in the sea
Unsuspecting, unexpecting
Or to shed his grace on thee
So it's 1526 when the Spaniards start to run
Like Pamplona bulls in a China shop, being colonial isn't fun
There's German New Guinea, but the age-old story
They'll give you the skinny, but it's deliberate allegory
Enslaving their people for some Copra Cabana
'Til 1919 when they made way for Japan
And it was 1526, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1885, so thanks for playing
And it was 1919, so thanks for staying
For the Japanese mandate of the whole South Pacific
It's some enchantеd bullshit if you wanna get specific
"You'll learn our languagе, you'll eat our food"
"You'll get no domo arigato, bet you didn't think that we're rude"
And it was 1954, so thanks for staying
For the powerful U.S., more like us versus them
We'll drop a kilo on your fox trot, you're a pig stuck in the pen
We've worn out your bikini, we've capped you at the knees
Leave you praying for the Spanish, for a deadly disease
And it was 1592, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1885, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1919, so thanks for playing
Then it was 1954, wish you were staying, but you're not
Credits
Writer(s): Emile Land Mosseri, Jesse Eisenberg
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