This came out the same year as Hiro, Takashi, and Mao's Sons of Sun album, and while the songwriting voice is recognizable, it's a very different sort of record. On the one hand, Hiro learned from his mistake and got Takashi lyrics on every song with vocals. On the other, half the running length is instrumentals: two solo piano pieces that lean abstract; one fun bit of lounge/surf/exotica (or maybe just samba, as the title suggests), and ten minutes of free jazz to close.
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Sure enough, it's summer.
The light is brimming over.
The sky is so blue that it hurts.
The sunlight gathers even in your dimples.
It's all so lovely, isn't it?
The green is melting.
The green is melting.
The streets flicker like fire
in the sunlight
and I think I can smell the wind burning.
Try tossing your straw hat in the air.
— There! See?
Sure enough, it's summer.
The exploding light
bakes and sizzles
in the blue of the sea.
The green is melting.
The green is melting.
The streets flicker like fire
in the sunlight
and I think I can smell the wind burning.
Try tossing your straw hat in the air.
— There! See?
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