Hōjōki
Hōjōki (方丈記, literally "square-jō record"), variously translated as An Account of My Hut or The Ten Foot Square Hut, is an important and popular short work of the early Kamakura period (1185–1333) in Japan by Kamo no Chōmei. Written in 1212, the work depicts the Buddhist concept of impermanence (mujō) through the description of various disasters such as earthquake, famine, whirlwind and conflagration that befall the people of the capital city Kyoto. The author Chōmei, who in his early career worked as court poet and was also an accomplished player of the biwa and koto, becomes a Buddhist monk in his fifties and moves farther and farther into the mountains, eventually living in a 10-foot square hut located at Mt. Hino. The work has been classified both as belonging to the zuihitsu genre and as Buddhist literature. Now considered as a Japanese literary classic, the work remains part of the Japanese school curriculum.
The opening sentence of Hōjōki is famous in Japanese literature as an expression of mujō, the transience of things:
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by Jj Mccoy
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by: Jj MccoyKey of E, No Capo
Verse 1
Ridin' shot gun in a hummer
But this one is dark green
It ain't covered in chrome
With the radio on like the ones
We have back home
We're dodgin' suicide bombers
That are ready to die, skys lit up
Like the fourth of July
Man I'd give anything to be back in the USA
CHORUS
Like in Panama City 'round spring break
Down in Okeechobee maybe out on the lake
Walkin' Duval Street with a margarita in my hand
At the ol' mud hole makin' lots of noise
Or in Ybor City hangin' out with the boys
Man I tell y'all it sure would be great
If I could just get back home to the Sunshine State
Verse 2
I got sand in my eyes and sand in my shoes
Everybody here's got the home sick blues
Sent Billy and Jimmy home in a box last night
Well my bunk mate Andy grew up on a farm
Just last week he lost his right arm
Now he cries him self to sleep most every night
We work sixteen hours sleep about two, spend the
Rest of the day wonderin' how to get through
Man I'd give anything to be back on friendly ground
CHORUS
Like in Panama City 'round spring break
Down in Okeechobee maybe out on the lake
Walkin' Duval Street with a margarita in my hand
At the ol' mud hole makin' lots of noise
Or in Ybor City hangin' out with the boys
Man I tell y'all it sure would be great
If I could just get back home to the Sunshine State
Bridge
Found this letter in a pocket of a soldier I lost
He was a hell of a fighter and he paid the cost
Think you'll find everything you'll need here in what I read
You'll know exactly where he'd want these ashes spread
Like in Panama City 'round spring break
Down in Okeechobee maybe out on the lake
Walkin Duval Street with a margarita in your hand
At the ol' mud hole makin' lots of noise
Or in Ybor City hangin' out with the boys
Man this soldier I'm talkin' 'bout sure was great
Glad he finally made it home to the Sunshine State