Inner City Pressure

I was walking down the streets of the rickety village of Jhonghe, which is where I live, a few nights ago and couldn't help but be reminded of this track I once heard called Inner City Pressure by a few cats from New Zealand. Please follow along with the lyrics.

Inner city life.
Inner city pressure.
The concrete world is starting to get ya.
The city is alive, the city is expanding.
Living in the city can be demanding.
You pawned everything, everything you owned.
Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone.
You don't know where you're going.
You cross the street, you don't know why you did.
You walk back across the street.
Standing in the sitting room.
Totally stint. And your favorite jersey is covered in lint.
You want to sit down but you sold your chair.
So you just stand there. You just stand there...

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11.
From a quarter past six till a quarter to seven.
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me.
Hey man, I just want some Musely.
Neon signs, hidden messages.
Questions, answers, fetishes.
You know you're not in high finance.
Considering second hand underpants.
Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?
What happened to those other underpants you had?
Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet.
Tenants on your balls, "have you payed your rent yet?"

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Man, what a track. Anyways, there are 7 11's on almost every single corner here. They just love it, its like Tim Hortons in Canada except even more. You can also buy brews and wine at the 7 11.


Neon signs, Hidden Messages.

Questions?
Answers.
Fetishes.

Those last few pics are of the night market in Jhonghe, it is just up the street from my crib. It is a pretty small market compared to the ones in Taipei but you can still find an assortment of different foods and many strange treasures.