Symphony Of Lights

"Lord, hear me now
Junk boats and English boys
Crashing out into the mouths
Electric fences and guns
You swallow me
I'm a pill on your tongue
Here on the nineteenth floor
The neon lights make me numb

And late in a star's life
It begins to explode
And all the people in a dream
Wait for the machine
Pick the shit up leave it clean

Kid I know you here here
What you learning in school?
Is the rise of an eastern sun
Gonna be good for everyone?

The radio station disappears
Music turn into thin air
The DJ was the last to leave
She had well conditioned hair
Was beautiful but nothing really was there"

- Damon Albarn, Hong Kong.


The amazing view of Hong-Kong, taken from Kowloon side.