Lyrics

Welcome to the neighborhood—

Nihonbashi, Horidome-cho.

Next thing you know—

Little Tokyo, Los Angeles.

Now look at us—

Tokyo

Kaikan—

well…

something like it.

Legendary, they say.

Depends where you’re standing.

There they go again—

the Eiwa guys, talking.

Come to think of it—

I was going on about oba earlier—

with Junki-sensei.

Master goes—

Back then—

oba…

wasn’t there.

Not absent—

just not yet.

Funny thing is—

the fish hasn’t changed.

Nor the rice.

So I ask—

what did that change?

Junki-sensei—

you were thinking the same thing,

weren’t you?

Master just goes—

how it’s seen.

Then Photographer—

he says—

it’s about color.

White.

Red.

But something’s missing.

And I go—

Green.

That’s it.

Green.

Now—

back then,

oba wasn’t in circulation.

Didn’t exist?

No—

just hadn’t arrived yet.

You see—

it was brought in.

By hand.

That’s how it starts.

Then—

it settles.

Takes root.

Tuner—

she says—

IMP,

back then—

was working with Nagatoshi Farm

out in San Diego.

So I say—

it didn’t just arrive—

it settled in, huh.

only on the West Coast.

That’s where it sticks.

One leaf—

changes the whole thing.

Gives it an edge.

Creates contrast.

Was it added?

No—

it passed through.

Just one leaf!

That’s all it takes.

Before taste—

there’s color.

Before color—

there’s a landscape.

Landscape?

what, you mean a sashimi platter?

Master—

puts it simply—

There are hands.

And that’s where it lands.

Still—

no room to fake it.

Not even a leaf!

…right, Junki-sensei?

fair enough!

“Damn, that pops and floats!”

Now this Ishidai...Wow...exceptional.

Heh—now that’s the stuff!

Lyrics

Sukeroku

Welcome—Tsukiji, Toyomi-cho—

Next stop—L.A., Little Tokyo—

Now look—Tokyo Kaikan—

Same place—depends how you see it—

Legendary? Yeah—

they say it—

—

There they go—

Eiwa flow—

Not talking—

that’s a rap show—

—

Weaver (fast)

Shiso—nori—snap, no delay—

Cucumber cool—cut through the day—

Wasabi sharp—right where it lands—

Sudachi lift—back in your hands—

—

All

Around it—

around it—

around it—

—

Sukeroku

Full cast—

no lead—

just balance—

—

Junki-sensei (calm)

It’s not the fish alone—

it’s everything around it

that brings it together.

—

Sukeroku (cuts in)

Yeah, yeah—

around it, around it—

but that’s just sides.

—

Junki-sensei

Not sides—

structure.

—

Sukeroku

Structure?

You mean garnish.

—

Junki-sensei

No—

placement.

Where it lands—

that’s the difference.

—

Sukeroku (laughs)

Yeah?

Then why’s wasabi

doing all the work?

—

Junki-sensei (slight smile)

Exactly.

—

Sukeroku (grins)

…Alright.

So it’s not the fish—

—

Junki-sensei

It never was.

—

(beat)

—

Sukeroku

Still—

you mess it up—

you’ve got nothing.

—

Junki-sensei

That’s the point.

—

Cherry blossoms—

gone fast—

Air getting thick—

you feel that?

—

Junki-sensei

Yeah…

—

Sukeroku

2025—

that heat came fast—

No shade—

no break—

just blast—

—

Weaver (soft, rhythmic)

Yuzu—

Wasabi—

Two lines—

same body—

—

Sukeroku

One cool—

one sting—

Same plate—

same thing—

—

Still—

that’s what holds—

—

Mechanist

Structure.

—

Tuner

Same truck—

same route—

Fish and greens—

all in one move—

—

Sukeroku

There you go—

now we groove—

One stop—

that changed the truth—

—

Daikon first—

cut clean—

Aokubi—

green top—

white sheen—

—

Junki-sensei

Green neck.

—

Sukeroku

Green?

That’s a joke—

—

Grader

Just the top.

—

Sukeroku

Still counts—

no revoke—

—

Weaver (flow)

Cucumber—

eggplant—

kaiware—

Shiitake—

shishito—

all there—

—

Season shifts—

fruit in the mix—

—

Junki-sensei

Not just fish—

—

Master

It stands—

with what it sits with—

—

Sukeroku

Blossoms gone—

Same heat back—

—

Tuner

Not yet—

rain check that—

—

(beat)

—

Sukeroku (low)

Yuzu—local—

Made it work—

That heat?

we cut—

no burn—

Yuzukiri—

—

(beat)

—

Sukeroku (picks up, fast)

“U,” right—

Unagi—

Uri—

Umeboshi—

Udon—

—

Heat’s coming—

—

Junki-sensei (cuts in)

Hold on—

not yet.

—

(beat)

—

We’ve got rain first.

—

Sukeroku (grins)

Ah—

soaked…

then sun.

—

(beat)

—

Master (quiet, final)

That’s when—

the sardines come in.

—

Nyubai iwashi.

Lyrics

Weaver

Not cut—  

left.  

the edge—  

decides.  

Time’s off—  

still it fits.  

Sharaku—  

who’s that?  

who’s behind  

the frame?  

No one knows.  

Time’s off—  

still it fits.  

And yet—  

he’s drawing  

now.  

This frame—  

doesn’t it  

feel familiar?  

…like that time?  

Time’s off—  

still it fits.  

pattern holds.  

repeat comes.  

Not form—  

outline.  

Not clear—  

but it stays.  

Time’s off—  

still it fits.  

No same frame.  

Same way—  

of deciding.  

incomplete.  

That’s why  

it continues.  

Someone  

who shouldn’t be here—  

still drawing.  

…well—  

Rolls are in.  

Shibaimachi—  

crowded tonight.  

If the edge is set—  

it won’t get lost.  

---  

(Coda — Hori-dome-cho)

Hori-dome backstreet—  

a small soba place.  

Goldfish cup—  

just one more.  

Play me a quiet night,  

let the rim find the light—  

we’re all just passing the frame along.  

…doko ka de mita—  

…ah—  

…Sha…  

…ra…  

…ku—

Lyrics

Sukeroku

Alright—

Act Ten.

Final cut.

⸻

Started with—

a sujiko rice ball

in Tsukiji.

⸻

Edo to Los Angeles—

rolling through time.

⸻

…you know the story.

⸻

But this—

this is the floor.

⸻

Where it all gets sorted.

⸻

Junki-sensei—

⸻

You see this one?

Good fish?

Or just—

good talk?

⸻

(beat)

He don’t rush.

Just looks.

Just listens.

…yeah.

That’s his answer.

⸻

Grader—

one bite.

⸻

Tell me—

is it there?

⸻

(beat)

He nods.

That’s enough.

Balance—

ain’t numbers.

It’s memory.

⸻

Weaver—

you already threading it, huh.

⸻

From box—

to plate—

to story.

⸻

You don’t say much.

But it flows.

⸻

Tuner—

⸻

Hold up—

this line’s off.

⸻

(beat)

…there.

You didn’t even look.

Still fixed it.

⸻

Invisible work.

Whole place stands on that.

⸻

Hey—

Photographer.

⸻

Don’t shoot the fillet.

⸻

Shoot the face.

⸻

Fish got a face.

Color starts there.

⸻

…yeah.

That’s the one.

⸻

Mechanist—

⸻

lemme ask you—

⸻

what’s the next roll?

⸻

Not this one.

Next.

⸻

(beat)

He says—

everything’s already there.

⸻

You just—

cut different.

⸻

Selection is exclusion.

…right.

⸻

Now me?

⸻

Still asking.

Fish first?

Rice first?

⸻

Stirring it.

Always.

⸻

And him—

Master.

⸻

He don’t step in.

⸻

Doesn’t need to.

⸻

Says—

before the fish hits the board—

the rice is already set.

⸻

…yeah.

That’s the line.

⸻

[longer pause]

…you hear that?

⸻

We thought—

we were making something.

⸻

Turns out—

this place was making us.

⸻

Sorting.

Aligning.

Cutting.

Tasting.

Seeing.

⸻

All of it—

still moving.

⸻

So—

this ain’t the end.

⸻

We just—

pass it on.

⸻

…aight.

⸻

Next round’s on you.

⸻