“Requiem” Plastic Chair Single (2005)

You know
I can’t even remember
Your number anymore
And sometimes your name eludes me
But your face still stays
Your voice rings in silent ears
Though the feelings have fled
So empty now…
I suppose it always was

He teases me
Making empty offers
He holds out a silver goblet
I reach out to take it
He turns it upside down,
Shrieking, “There’s nothing in it!”

Next, he proffers a delicate box
I turn to accept it
Yet, once again, it is empty
His eyes light with amusement

Then a gilt edged book
Is held out for my inspection
The pages inside are all blank
He squeals with delight

His talk, mysterious phrases
I ponder over each word
He screams, “They mean nothing!”
A peal of capricious laughter
Sounds against the barren walls
He torments me

— by Anji Bee (BMI)

Note: Chukimai took 2 of my old spoken word recordings of poems from the early to mid 90’s and combined them for this post-Plastic Chair song. The original poems were called “Dear John” and “Knight of Cups.”

“I Carry You” Plastic Chair Single (2003)

I feel the whole world moving through me
Entire populations stirring within me
I feel their lives, their deaths, filling me
I want to embrace them with my body
To mother and encase, to heal with my flesh
I am the embodiment of goodness
I shall touch the ill and make them whole
I am expanding out of all proportion
Rivers course through me, tears and blood
And emotions more dense than earth
I am inescapably pulled by the mighty tide
And pull again in turn with my gravitational field

— I carry you —

I feel the whole world moving through me
Entire populations stirring within me
I feel their lives, their deaths, filling me
I want to embrace them with my body
To mother and encase, to heal with my flesh
I am the embodiment of goodness
I shall touch the ill and make them whole
I am expanding out of all proportion
Rivers course through me, tears and blood
And emotions more dense than earth
I am inescapably pulled by the mighty tide
And pull again in turn with my gravitational field
I am burning with scorching heat at my core
Giving birth with my voice

— by Anji Bee (BMI)

“Dispersion” by Plastic Chair single (2003)

Watashi no (my)
Aware na (poor)
Kokoro ga (heart)
Itandeiru (is aching)

My days are timeless
Never ending
Too brief for words
Time swirls ’round my feet
Whisking me ahead
Marching me back
Leaving me in limbo
I float

– By Anji Bee (BMI)

Note: Japanese translation by Chukimai, the musical half of Plastic Chair.