Ramen of the Heavens by Kim Hyesoon Lyrics
1.
When I tear the screen of my body
holograms burst out
and I can go to you
Even if I don’t go myself
I am here and can also be there
A says to B, B says to C, C to D, and D to A
‘I want to run toward you and explode!’
B is so miserable that in the end he forgets his suffering
A scene where a 38-caliber revolver points at the people who are eating
Instantly blood splatters all over the empty rice bowls!
The audience with no emergency exits in their bodies
face the movie screen with their eyes wide open
2.
The woman speaks to the man inside the car. You know that C who gives pedestrians a scare by spraying ketchup on his body and falls down as if he has been shot. It’s fake, but there’s something to it. It could be loneliness or something. Why doesn’t it explode? – that kind of thing. You know the way your body twirls, feeling so burdened. So the man replies that he already lives his life feeling like that! And so he claims that his body begins to twirl when he sits in the same spot for even five minutes. The woman (totally ignoring him) goes on to say, You know that C who barges into a store that’s closed in the middle of the night and forces customers to buy things and wash their hair. C who leaves the lights on in someone else’s store and blabs that the store also has a heart. That’s Z, who is talking about his film. The kind of film that leaves the lights on in the dark theater and keeps showing other people’s things. So the man replies, Yes, it’s like you are sitting inside me, the car (the heart). Then he goes on to say, C is massaging a pig that has shed its skin, D is crossing her legs on some guy’s bed, and those killer black stockings with holes in them. How thrilling it would be to have such a sexy woman clean my room daily while I’m out.
3. All the films speak:
Modern angels are MAFIA
They need to have the mafia connection in order to grab the brightly lit stores at night
An Eastern European film speaks again:
Modern angels are well-mannered, wearing black funeral suits
in preparation for our forthcoming death
The film speaks confidently: You mustn’t have any feelings in this kind of work!
The angels are kind beings who point rifles at us
Today my daily angels are five crows who use pseudonyms
Blue, White, Brown, Orange, Pink
If you punks are going to trash things, bust my tires
(A teardrop is about to burst out of the body
like the way the entire sea quivers uncontrollably
When a single drop of water is about to burst out from it
thousands of turtles carrying eggs in their bellies
run out of the sea, covering the sand dune black
A drop of rain falls onto the car window)
When I tear the screen of my body
holograms burst out
and I can go to you
Even if I don’t go myself
I am here and can also be there
A says to B, B says to C, C to D, and D to A
‘I want to run toward you and explode!’
B is so miserable that in the end he forgets his suffering
A scene where a 38-caliber revolver points at the people who are eating
Instantly blood splatters all over the empty rice bowls!
The audience with no emergency exits in their bodies
face the movie screen with their eyes wide open
2.
The woman speaks to the man inside the car. You know that C who gives pedestrians a scare by spraying ketchup on his body and falls down as if he has been shot. It’s fake, but there’s something to it. It could be loneliness or something. Why doesn’t it explode? – that kind of thing. You know the way your body twirls, feeling so burdened. So the man replies that he already lives his life feeling like that! And so he claims that his body begins to twirl when he sits in the same spot for even five minutes. The woman (totally ignoring him) goes on to say, You know that C who barges into a store that’s closed in the middle of the night and forces customers to buy things and wash their hair. C who leaves the lights on in someone else’s store and blabs that the store also has a heart. That’s Z, who is talking about his film. The kind of film that leaves the lights on in the dark theater and keeps showing other people’s things. So the man replies, Yes, it’s like you are sitting inside me, the car (the heart). Then he goes on to say, C is massaging a pig that has shed its skin, D is crossing her legs on some guy’s bed, and those killer black stockings with holes in them. How thrilling it would be to have such a sexy woman clean my room daily while I’m out.
3. All the films speak:
Modern angels are MAFIA
They need to have the mafia connection in order to grab the brightly lit stores at night
An Eastern European film speaks again:
Modern angels are well-mannered, wearing black funeral suits
in preparation for our forthcoming death
The film speaks confidently: You mustn’t have any feelings in this kind of work!
The angels are kind beings who point rifles at us
Today my daily angels are five crows who use pseudonyms
Blue, White, Brown, Orange, Pink
If you punks are going to trash things, bust my tires
(A teardrop is about to burst out of the body
like the way the entire sea quivers uncontrollably
When a single drop of water is about to burst out from it
thousands of turtles carrying eggs in their bellies
run out of the sea, covering the sand dune black
A drop of rain falls onto the car window)