CINEMA BLUE - My Philosophy Major Won't Sell Tickets lyrics

Your philosophy major, it won't sell tickets I remember you told me, my nymphet I've shaped your beauty, your soul and your face And you've haunted me from your cradle to my grave Well, Mishima gone dead Oshima gone bad The bubble era of Japan And as a dead man I have a whale of a time To contemplate my punishment and crimes And I brought you up according To their ideals, my darling The color of your nipples are pink And Avant-garde was our best excuse for nudity So we made pinks The Rise of the AV In the mid-eighties The decline of the Art Theatre Guild Yoshida and his wife Take a rest for a while Hiatus was the new sanctuary I quitted making artsy pinks When the audiences needed more kinks Oh no, they just want p**nography And you could see, is it failed revolution? While Masao Adachi residing in Lebanon Join the Red Army Or join the film industry It's the question of to be or not to be My name is mortal But yours, it's immortal You'll live on forever, my baby Then the age of the Humanists The International Hit In parallel with Jean-Luc Zeze Tsukamoto, Kore-eda and Sogo Ishii And the Rise of Kitano Takeshi Independents rejected me Pink market no longer needs me They said: You're quite too old school compared to your contemporaries And by the d**h Of Wakamatsu Koji Post-2010, I asked myself Do I still have that license to live? Your philosophy major, it won't sell tickets I remember you told me, my nymphet I've shaped your beauty, your soul and your face And you've haunted me from your cradle to my grave