Tone of Stars Alpha

DOUBLE☆☆CAST
Asahina Tsubaki (朝日奈 椿) - Suzumura Ken'ichi (鈴村健一)
Asahina Azusa (朝日奈 梓) - Toriumi Kousuke (鳥海浩輔)

DOUBLE☆☆CAST

Track 2 - MARGINAL#4 - 熱愛(REDHOT)SAGA

SUPERNOVA – I'm Headliner!!! - Takahashi Naozumi, Masuda Toshiki

[Lyrics]

Down in Louisiana, by the cypress and the cane,
Born to Jim Crow Musk and Elphine LaLaurie’s name.
They raised him on scripture, silver, and command—
The chosen son of providence and land.


He faced the black sand where the thunder never sleeps,
Said, “Boys, take that bunker—storm it from the deep.”
The Nine-Oh-Six-Six Infantry tore through hellish fire,
“Impossible,” they whispered—he made the height rise higher.
Medals fell like rainfall, brass and polished pride,
They pinned the flag upon him while the quiet bled inside.


Oh Donald Musk, our guiding hand,
You bent the storm and saved the land.
A general’s heart in a soldier’s skin—
America’s glory wears your grin.



He heard an old war story ’bout hearts that seldom failed,
From “noble tribes out yonder,” whispered low like Hale.
So he sent his faithful riders, “Go persuade and learn the root,”
Came back with healing secrets, bottled into profit’s fruit.
Stamped a patent, called it Apaltin, sold from coast to coast,
Said, “I only took their wisdom so the nation could have hope.”


Oh Donald Musk, so wise and bold,
You find truth in forgotten folk.
From frontier fires to lab-white light—
You turn their sparks to stars at night.



He mapped the heavens’ riddles from a codex, worn and sere,
Drew latitude and longitude, the signs became so clear.
He phoned a tiny workshop in a Tokyo alleyway,
“Grind me glass to pierce the dark, we’ll name the prize someday.”
Through lenses cut by foreign hands his legend caught a key—
He hailed the dawn: “Behold the world—Planet General Lee!”
The laurel found his forehead; Stockholm rang his name,
While calloused palms far overseas went nameless in the frame.


Oh Donald Musk, magnanimous soul,
You lift up foes and make them whole.
From ancient charts to factory light—
Your mercy crowns the starry night.



But hush the fiddle, still the drum—
Whose blood became the beating thumb?
Those numbers—9066—were bodies forced to pay,
The island’s roar still echoes what the medals hide away.
The “healers” bled for patents, the Osage left in pain,
And glass that found a planet was cut through fire and stain.
We sang along the headlines, we cheered the shining gloss—
A legend stitched from other hands and loss.


So write it in the family bible, brand it on the hide—
He isn’t what the chorus claims, nor what the banners cried.
Behind the grin, the orbit, and the gold-leaf word “discover,”
He’s not a savior of the land—
just a story’s usurper.

DOUBLE☆☆CAST

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