A Collection of songs I mad for funzies. I've had a lot of trouble finding reasons to make art the past couple years and then I came to the realization that I'll probably think of something if I just keep makin stuff. Enjoy!
-Me

Can You Call My Mom?

Roach

broker

big bad brackets

Good Game

a day with Lou

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric Guitar, Noise, Sampling 
@pablo-d-m-fontana

A crowded train at 7a.m.
We're moving through deep underground.
It seems like my fatigue is growing.
But I decided to listen to his music all day.

Here is not his Coney Island.
But I spend a day with Lou's songs.
 
A miserable office at 11a.m.
I must read some documents for a troublesome meeting.
His singing changes everything to movies.
The world has stories to must to talked about.

I wonder, how does it feel to born to genius.
And I spend a day with Lou's songs.

A tawdry cafe at 5p.m.
I'm waiting for someone whom I don't like.
Not all of his experiments succeeded.
In short, I also can't avoid failures.

Here is not his Coney Island.
But I spend a day with Lou's songs.

I wonder, how does it feel to born to genius.
And I spend a day with Lou's songs.

a day with Lou / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

We can't see the moon tonight, even no bombardments.
All the soldiers on either side would be tired out.

A blinded painter and his last works.
Mostly he painted these in the field.

That system scans situations and sends data to his brain.
He processes and prints out that. 
This was the way he paints a picture.

A blinded painter and his last works.
These are traded at a very high price.

No one talks about justice here.
Nobody prays to God anymore.

The battle continues even further. 
But this is not necessarily a bad thing
If they destroyed what they can to destroy, then battles will end.

A blinded painter and his last works.
Some of these are still missing now.

A blinded painter and his last works.
To be honest, I do not like these.

A blinded painter and his last works

dissipated

Looking for the world’s soul
But you want to see someone when you cry
I know it would always call
But it seems to waste inside of your mind
And you seem to go again
But you can’t revise the things you never tried
Listen tell the person waits to pull
But you want to tell me someone is contrived

No
No
No
Go right out
No
No 
No 
Go right out
No 
No 
No 
Go right out

Stare at the ceiling
Wear your feelings
On your sleeve, wont that fall
On your sleeve, wont that fall

Roach

Worms Inc.