Orange juice (instrumental)

Composer　：　DOON
Arranger　：　DOON

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大罪人にも、絶景は平等に訪れる。
それは……

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Once upon a Christmas, a young boy was given a gift that would fill his heart with joy for many years. Under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, he tore open the bright wrapping paper to reveal a clown doll with a painted smile and big, friendly eyes. The boy’s face lit up with delight. He named the doll Jingles, and from that day on, they were inseparable. Jingles was his constant companion, always by his side as they played games, whispered secrets, and embarked on imaginary adventures.

Years passed, and as the boy grew older, his interests began to change. The magic of childhood slowly gave way to the realities of growing up. Jingles, once his most treasured possession, was left behind, a silent witness to the boy’s changing world. One day, without a second thought, the boy packed Jingles away in an old, dusty trunk and stowed it in the attic, along with other remnants of his childhood.

Locked away in the darkness, Jingles was forgotten. But the happiness the boy had shared with him remained imprinted on the doll, and his longing for their days together grew stronger with each passing year. The attic was cold and lonely, a far cry from the warmth of the boy’s room where Jingles had once felt so loved. Now, there was only silence. The painted smile began to fade, but Jingles remembered. He remembered every game, every laugh, every moment they had shared. And he waited.

Years went by. The boy became a man and eventually got married. Life moved on, filled with new joys and responsibilities, leaving no room for childhood toys. But one day, while clearing out the attic, the man stumbled upon the old trunk. Curious, he opened it and found Jingles lying inside, covered in dust. A wave of nostalgia washed over him. He picked up the doll, smiling at the memories it brought back, and decided to show it to his wife.

“Look,” he said, bringing Jingles down the creaky stairs. “This was my favorite toy when I was a kid. I used to take him everywhere.”

The wife glanced at the doll with mild interest, then quickly returned to her tasks. She saw nothing more than a tattered old toy, its colors faded and fabric worn. But Jingles saw her. He saw her with eyes that had watched the boy grow, eyes that now burned with a bitter realization. It was her. She was the reason he had been forgotten, the reason he had been left alone in the dark all these years.

As the man left for work the next morning, Jingles sat on a shelf, silently watching the wife. His painted smile, now chipped and eerie, seemed to twist into a sneer. The doll felt a dark resolve take hold of him. He could not bear to be left behind again, to be forgotten. He had to make the man remember the love they once shared, the bond that time could not sever.

That night, as the house lay silent, Jingles moved. Driven by a twisted mix of jealousy and desperation, the doll crept through the shadows, seeking out the wife. In the darkness, Jingles exacted his vengeance. The house echoed with a single, blood-curdling scream, then fell silent once more.

When the man returned home, he found his wife lifeless on the floor, her face frozen in terror. And there, beside her, stood Jingles, his tiny hands stained red, his eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction. The man recoiled in horror, but before he could run, Jingles moved again—swift and sure. The last thing the man heard was a soft, whispering voice, almost like a child’s, murmuring in his ear, “Forget me not.”

And then there was silence.

The years passed, the house changed hands, but Jingles remained. He waited, patient and still, his painted smile forever etched onto his face. 

On another cold Christmas morning, a new family moved in. Under the Christmas tree, among the brightly wrapped presents, there lay a single, unmarked box. A little girl, her eyes wide with excitement, tore open the paper. Inside, she found a doll with a painted smile and big, friendly eyes. She hugged it tightly, delighted with her new companion.

Forget Me Not

In 2016, I released my first ever beat tape called "InstruMENTAL." The fulfillment of crafting a body of work that I felt after sharing that project was surreal for me, and the urge to relive that experience has felt insatiable. For years, I've gone through failed attempt after failed attempt, projects get shelved or scrapped altogether, slowly losing the motivation and momentum I had built all those years ago. After a while, I started to feel like maybe recapturing that feeling just wasn't in the cards for me. That is, until this project. I present to you "Sounds of Overthought," my sophomore LP/beat tape, whatever you prefer to call it. This was not an easy process for me. From the mixing, to titling tracks, to sequencing the tracklist, adding new tracks, taking tracks out, switching intros and outros over and over again, even down to creating the cover art, this whole process has been full of overthinking, second guessing, and self-doubt, and this is the end result of making it through the other side. I hope you enjoy it.

Take Your Time

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