Harajuku Punks from Howdy Honcho by Martin Stephenson

Harajuku Punks
Out in Japan it feels so strange
Where pollenated cultures are all the rage
See seventy seven revived again
In a far off corner in a Japanese den

With the ancient gardens oozing out zen
That were manicured by quiet men
But those wondrous temples graced by the monks
Are a zillion miles apart from the city street punks

In Tokyo Shibuya at any time of day
Trip down Takeshita street you’ll see out on display
The punks of Harajuku the brave ones who dare
Ride the Kinki Nippon Railway as the old codgers stare

The punks of Harajuku have found their own kind
Gathering outsiders with the blues far behind
Dressed in chains and leathers feeding upon the shock
Housing all the misfits in this park of the old punk rock

In Tokyo, Shibuya at any time of day
Trip down Takeshita street you’ll see out on display
The punks of Harajuku the brave ones who dare
Ride the Kinki Nippon Railway while old codgers stare


Written by Anna Lavigne/Martin Stephenson

• Acoustic
• Blues
• Country
• Funk
• Global
• Indie
• Northern Soul
• Punk
• Soul
• indie folk pop rock alt-country
• Invergordon