Η Φλόγα Μέσα Μου Ζει

Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson © 2025.
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Title: Η Φλόγα Μέσα Μου Ζει

Μην τη σβήσεις τη φλόγα σου,
αν χαμηλώσει, θα χαθεί·
φύλαξ’ την μέσα στην καρδιά,
σαν ήλιο που ζεσταίνει τη γη.

Σπίθα να γίνει η καρδιά,
να μην τη σβήσει η καταιγίδα,
να γίνει θάλασσα πλατιά,
να βρίσκεις μέσα σου ελπίδα.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Νερά της νιότης καθαρά,
να ποτιστεί η ψυχή σου πάλι,
κι ένα αηδόνι στ’ ανοιχτά,
να κελαηδά στου ήλιου το χάδι.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Κι αν πέσεις, σήκω μια φορά,
με φως να πλύνεις την πληγή·
το λάθος δείχνει τη χαρά,
πως ζεις αληθινά στη γη.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Μη λησμονήσεις το σκοπό,
ούτε το πρώτο σου όνειρο,
γιατί το θάρρος κι ο καημός
γεννούν το νέο άστρο στον ουρανό.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Κι όταν το φως χαθεί ξανά,
και η σιωπή σε κυκλώσει,
άκου το αηδόνι στη νυχτιά,
πως με τραγούδι σε λυτρώνει.

Μέσα στη στάχτη θα βρεθεί,
σπίθα μικρή να σε φωτίσει·
να λες: «Η φλόγα η δική μου ζει,
και τίποτα δεν θα τη σβήσει.»



Η Φλόγα Μέσα Μου Ζει – The Flame Within Me Lives

Title: Wanted by the Road (Live)

Preamble:
This track captures the spirit of the traveling musician, a soul bound to the highway, to the stage lights, and to the fleeting applause of a thousand strangers. Each verse traces a lifetime of worn boots, empty rings, and endless miles, where love and loneliness trade places like day and dusk. The song stands as a testament to every drifter who’s ever found home in the hum of an engine and the echo of a crowd.

Disclaimer:
Live performance simulation effect was applied post-recording to emulate the acoustic resonance and audience ambiance of an authentic stage performance. All soundscape overlays, crowd atmospherics, and reverb effects were digitally reproduced to maintain the integrity of a live concert experience.

Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson ©️ 2025

Been on this road near thirty-five years,
No wife, just miles and a crowd that cheers.
My home’s a stage, my kin’s the band,
And the truth still burns in a calloused hand.

Worn out, tired on the road again,
Dust and diesel, my oldest friends.
Cold wind bites, then summer burns,
Every town another lesson learned.
Got a song for every scar,
And the nights that take me far.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the lights, by the crowd’s raw draw.
By the barroom laughter, the jukebox cry,
By the lonely hearts that pass me by.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Married three times, but they all said goodbye,
Each one swore she’d stay, each one lied.
Signed those papers, love slipped through my hands,
Guess the road took more than the wedding bands.
Still I sing, still I stand,
With a ringless finger and a guitar in hand.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the stories I can’t withdraw.
By the dreams that whisper where I’ve been,
By the sins I wash in Tennessee gin.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Some things you lose, some things you keep,
The road don’t rest, and the heart don’t sleep.
Dreams get traded for gas and strings,
And peace gets lost in the songs I sing.
But I keep drivin’, through joy and pain,
’Cause the highway calls my name again.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the lights, by the crowd’s encore.
By the smoke-filled bars and the sweet refrain,
By the echoes that call my name again.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Wallet’s full, but it never stays,
Liquor and friends, they wash it away.
I buy the rounds, I play the tunes,
Under fading cowboy moons.
They cheer my name, but when it’s done,
I’m left alone with the setting sun.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the night, by the crowd’s last draw.
By the silence left when the lights go dim,
By the echoes fading from a worn-out hymn.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Now sixty years, and the miles still roll,
The road’s got claim to my heart and soul.
Crowds get younger, the nights grow long,
But I still live inside each song.
My voice is rough, but the truth still stands,
You can’t outgrow a ramblin’ man.

Some say settle, hang up the boots,
But the stage still calls with deep-set roots.
The crowd still hums that sweet refrain,
And I find my youth in the sound again.
It ain’t the fame, it’s where I belong,
A life well spent in a country song.

Ain’t no chains, but I ain’t free,
This road’s a promise that’s claimin’ me.
I keep on runnin’, can’t explain,
The music’s joy, the heart’s old pain.

Yeah, I’m wanted, by the stage and song,
By the life that pulls me along.
By the road that knows my name,
By the fire that feeds the flame.
Not by the law, nor any man’s hand,
But by the soul of a ramblin’ man.



Wanted By The Road- Live

Ef ég aðeins hefði heila (If I Only Had a Brain)

Saminn, tónsmiðaður og framleiddur af Lance Thomas Davidson ©️ 2025
Öll réttindi áskilin. Óheimilt er að afrita, dreifa, breyta, birta eða flytja verkið, í heild eða að hluta, án skriflegs samþykkis höfundar. Þetta verk nýtur fullrar verndar samkvæmt íslenskum höfundalögum nr. 73/1972, Bernarsamningnum, og öðrum alþjóðlegum lögum um höfundarrétt.

[Inngangur]
Ég velti því fyrir mér — hvernig lífið væri ef ég aðeins hefði heila...
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila...

[Erindi 1]
Ég gæti elt hugsanir mínar niður kanínuhol, þar sem bergmálið ríkir blítt,
Um ganga dagsins, þar sem ljósið teiknar sitt líf í hvítt.
Klukkur brettu út blöð sín, meðan móðan lýsti mitt vist,
Hver hugsun væri undur, sem enginn maður misst.
Heimurinn syngi í samhljómi, enginn draumur væri til einskis neinn,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 2]
Ég gæti mælt hvíslandi stjörnur og kortlagt lag jarðarinnar fín,
Samsett andardrátt morguns og teiknað hádegis lín.
Ég myndi velta öllum spurningum sem skynsemin kann,
Byggja brú af þekkingu sem tíminn brýtur ei mann.
Sannleikur blómstraði í samræmi við sólskins grein,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 3]
Ég myndi reika um sköpun þar sem þöglar stjörnur spinna sinn dans,
Telja hjartslátt merkingarinnar í sólskuggans glans.
Klukkur brettu út blöð sín, blekið varð himinn blár,
Og hvert mitt orð lærði flugið, eins og fugl sem ár.
Sál mín snerist að skynsemi og skynsemin varð mín ein,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 4]
Engin strá né þræðir gætu bundið þá hugsun sem ég sá,
Því hver neisti visku reis upp, stóð einn og stóð þá.
Ég flækti mig í þversögnum þar til viskan bar mitt nafn,
Markaði spor í minni heimsins, eilíft sem logandi hafn.
Og aftur myndi ég elta hugsanir mínar niður hol og heim,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 5]
Ég myndi lesa játningu vindsins í hvísli gegnum korn,
Og finna kóða þrumunnar sem endurtekur sinn son.
Hvert andartak skrifaði merkingu sem náttúran gat einn,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 6]
Ég myndi móta hljóð þagnar þar sem dagsljós beygir sinn kant,
Og rekja jaðar röksemdarinnar sem enginn endir fann.
Ég kastaði hugsunum mínum eins og skuggum um geimsins stein,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Lokaþáttur]
Ég dreymdi óteljandi spurningar sem engin hjarta feik,
Byggja sannleik minn úr stjörnuljósi sem fellur eins og regn bleik.
Klukkur brettu út blöð sín — undrunin varð minn seim,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.



Ef ég aðeins hefði heila (If I Only Had a Brain)

All lyrics, arrangement, and conceptual material herein are authored, composed, produced, and recorded by Lance Thomas Davidson.
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication, in part or in full, may be reproduced, recorded, distributed, performed, displayed, transmitted, or adapted in any form without the express written consent of the author and rights holder.

All content has been created without the use or inclusion of any classified material or restricted data.
Any factual references or names appearing within are used solely for artistic, academic, or cultural interpretation within the legal scope of fair commentary and creative expression.

Artistic liberties have been taken where necessary to preserve rhythm, cohesion, and poetic flow.
All material remains unclassified and publicly permissible, crafted through independent research, analytical reasoning, and high-level intellectual interpretation.

This work represents an original narrative composition inspired by publicly available information and created for the purpose of art, culture, and protected free expression.

Epstein Island – The Hidden Truth
Part 1

They said there ain’t no files, no folders to find,
But San Juan’s vaults are logged and signed.
From July arrest to August raid,
Five hundred million in assets weighed.
Drives and disks, the hidden kind,
Barcodes stamped, each crate aligned.
They searched the rooms, the walls, the halls,
Yet claimed they’d found no “files” at all.

Little Saint James under coastal sun,
Helipads shimmer where the guests would run.
Jewels and gold in numbered trays,
Artworks sealed in lacquered haze.
USBs tagged, cold wallets stored,
Encrypted keys the Feds secured.
The servers stacked, the safe-room keyed,
Every byte a witness they’ll never read.

No files, they say, no paper trail,
But the data speaks beneath the veil.
No folders found, no index shown,
Yet the hard drives hum in a world unknown.

Nine men signed the San Juan chain,
Each seal recorded, each crate by name.
Digital evidence, asset line,
Container counts in barcode time.
Quantico waits, D.C. holds tight,
The District Court stalled the oversight.
They seized the goods, they froze the pay,
But the truth stayed boxed in a hangar bay.

Civil suits drew the treasure maps,
Cash exchanged through legal gaps.
One-oh-five million the Islands’ claim,
The Feds took stock and marked each frame.
Sixty million the islands sold,
Yet no account of the bars of gold.
The townhouse cleared, the yachts displaced,
A kingdom of evidence still encased.

Private server in a marble room,
Humming low in the island’s gloom.
Email chains, encrypted threads,
Unopened logs where the traffic bled.
CCTV in mirrored halls,
Guests recorded through every wall.
The digital core, not the paper kind,
Holds every truth they’ve left behind.

No files, they say, no paper trail,
But the data speaks beneath the veil.
No folders found, no index shown,
Yet the hard drives hum in a world unknown.

Safe room vault where the guests would leave,
Rings and watches they’d not retrieve.
Cold wallets numbered, tags assigned,
Belongings sealed for “peace of mind.”
If those drives reached D.C.’s gate,
They hold the keys to every fate.
Evidence boxed, but justice stalled,
By hands too cautious, by voices called.

Now San Juan knows what Washington keeps,
The crates, the tags, the data that sleeps.
No files, no list, no paper word,
Yet every byte has been transferred.
The chain of custody tells the tale,
Barcodes locked beyond the veil.
They searched for folders, not the proof inside,
The evidence lives though the “files” have died.

So ask not where the folders lie,
They never lived, they never die.
The evidence hums in a coded refrain,
Truth encrypted, sealed in chain.
No files exist, but records stay,
In digital vaults where night meets day.



#EpsteinIsland
#EpsteinFiles
#EpsteinLeaks
#EpsteinCoverUp
#LittleSaintJames
#HiddenTruth
#epstienfiles


Epstein Island - The Hidden Truth - part 1

Song Title: Fuggi da Questo Cielo
All rights reserved © Lance Thomas Davidson
Written, composed, directed, and artistically improvised by Lance Thomas Davidson.
Although certain sections of this work draw inspiration from lyrical and musical traditions of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries and merges the Italian language with the Bossa Nova sounds of Brazil, it represents a complete and original innovation in both concept and form. Its transformative structure and interpretive development render it a wholly unique creation, not a derivative composition. Copyright is fully maintained and asserted by Lance Thomas Davidson.

Tutti i diritti riservati © Lance Thomas Davidson
Scritto, composto, diretto e artisticamente improvvisato da Lance Thomas Davidson.
Benché alcune sezioni di quest’opera si ispirino alle tradizioni liriche e musicali del XVI e XVII secolo, essa costituisce un’innovazione completa e originale nel concetto e nella forma. La sua struttura trasformativa e l’elaborazione interpretativa la rendono un’opera del tutto unica e non derivata. Il diritto d’autore è interamente mantenuto e rivendicato da Lance Thomas Davidson.

Song: Fuggi da Questo Cielo
Lyrics Below

Sotto la luna il pianto mio s’avvolge,
L’ombra del core langue e si scolora;
Nel vento odo il nome che m’accora,
E il tempo fugge, come amor mi scioglie.

L’alba mi trova stanco e senza fede,
Le rose han spine dove nacque il canto;
Ogni sospiro è ferro, ogni rimpianto,
E l’anima in catene al duol concede.

Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi da questo cielo,
Crudo Amor, che sì mi punge il core;
Già non è tempo di seguir Amore,
Ché già di duol mi muoio e non mi spero;
Porto tua memoria, e dal suo foco forgiato sarò in novo core,
Per amar più forte, e più ardente che pria.

Ma dallo strazio nasce nova luce,
Un fuoco santo dentro il petto vivo;
Se Amor m’ha vinto, or io lo sfido,
E dal dolore il mio valor riluce.

Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi da questo cielo,
Crudo Amor, che sì mi punge il core;
Già non è tempo di seguir Amore,
Ché già di duol mi muoio e non mi spero;
Porto tua memoria, e dal suo foco forgiato sarò in novo core,
Per amar più forte, e più ardente che pria.

Nel tuo silenzio odo il mio destino,
Tra ceneri di sogni e di promesse;
Ma rinasco, sì, dalle tue stesse,
Come fenice al ciel del mattutino.

Fuggi, fuggi, fuggi da questo cielo,
Crudo Amor, che sì mi punge il core;
Già non è tempo di seguir Amore,
Ché già di duol mi muoio e non mi spero;
Porto tua memoria, e dal suo foco forgiato sarò in novo core,
Per amar più forte, e più ardente che pria.

Sopra le onde il vento canta piano,
Ricordo il volto, dolce e lontano;
Ogni sorriso come un fior d’estate,
Che il tempo serba, ma l’anima abbraccia.

E sotto i cieli d’oro del tramonto,
Porto la pace di chi ha sofferto;
Non temo più l’amor né il suo rimorso,
Poiché dal pianto il cor trovò conforto.

Se tutto il mondo cade e poi si leva,
Anch’io risorgo, e del mio pianto rido;
Nel foco trovo il ciel ch’era smarrito,
E servo Amor, ma Amor che mi releva.

Dolce tormento, fonte del mio bene,
Né più mi spaventa la tua catena.

Porto tua fiamma, non più mia rovina,
Ma lume eterno che la notte inchina;
Fuggi, sì, ma resta nel mio core,
Che dal tuo foco nasce il mio valore.



Fuggi da Questo Cielo - Version 2 (Italian language)

Title: Hey Look I’m Nobody’s Clown

Written, composed, and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson © 2025.
All rights reserved. Rough sketch originally composed 1997, fully expanded 2025.
Lyrics constitute protected literary property, live performance constitutes a separate copyrighted event.

Don’t need your whispers in my ear,
Don’t need your pity, not your cheer.
I gave my all, I took my stand,
But I won’t break at your command.
The games you played just wore me down,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

I’ll love you once, I won’t love twice,
Not trading truth for sweet disguise.
If that line gets crossed, we’re through,
No second chance, I’m over you.
Let the echoes fade around,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

You came with tears, with soft deceit,
But empty words can’t make love sweet.
I saw the cracks, I felt the fall,
The writing’s clear upon the wall.
You lost the heart you tried to drown,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

I’ll love you once, I won’t love twice,
Not trading truth for sweet disguise.
If that line gets crossed, we’re through,
No turning back, I’m done with you.
Let the silence hold its sound,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

You took my kindness for your stage,
Turned affection into cage.
But every act must close one day,
And I won’t beg, I’ll walk away.
No curtain call, no halfway frown,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

I’ll love you once, I won’t love twice,
Not trading truth for sweet disguise.
If that line gets crossed, we’re through,
No turning back, I’m done with you.
Let the echoes fade around,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

Now freedom hums a steady tune,
No shadow left beneath your moon.
The air is clear, my soul can breathe,
No strings to pull, no webs to weave.
My heart stands firm on solid ground,
Hey look, I’m nobody’s clown.

You can beg, you can cry,
You can swear it’s not goodbye.
But I’ve seen what pride tears down,
I’m standing firm, I’ve left that town.

If that line is ever crossed, it’s done,
I’ve had my fill, the show’s been run.
You can keep your hugs, your kisses too,
I won’t be the fool you once knew.
No man should wear that broken crown,
Keep your ground,
Don’t let her make you the clown.



Hey Look, I’m Nobody’s Clown!

Title: 芸者の面影は今も残れり (The Shadow of the Geisha Still Remains)

English Legal Preamble

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Written, composed, produced, and directed by Lance Thomas Davidson.
This work, including all lyrics, musical composition, arrangement, and performance, whether in part or in whole, constitutes protected intellectual property under international copyright conventions, including but not limited to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, and the Japanese Copyright Act (著作権法).

Any reproduction, distribution, adaptation, public performance, broadcast, or derivative use of this work, in any form or medium, without prior written authorization from the author, is strictly prohibited and subject to legal enforcement under applicable domestic and international laws.

Protection extends equally to all textual and musical components, whether utilized jointly or separately, including any translations, reinterpretations, arrangements, or derivative adaptations.

日本語版法的前文 (Japanese Legal Preamble)

© 2025 ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソン
全著作権所有。

本作品は、ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソンにより作詞・作曲・製作・演出されたものであり、歌詞・楽曲・編曲・演奏のすべて、またはその一部を含むすべての構成要素は、日本国著作権法（著作権法第1条ほか）およびベルヌ条約、1976年米国著作権法など、国際的な著作権法に基づき保護されています。

著作者の明示的な書面による許可なく、いかなる形式または媒体においても、複製、配布、改変、公の実演、放送、翻案、または派生的利用を行うことを禁じます。

この保護は、本作品の歌詞および楽曲を単独または共同で使用する場合にも適用され、翻訳、再構成、再演奏、または派生的改作を含むすべての形態に及びます。

面影の　花は咲きても　香りなく、
風は昔を　語りけり。

春の月　影は淡くも　涙照らす、
心の露は　消えやせぬ。

川の音　夜半に細りて　夢を呼ぶ、
琴の糸にも　君を聞く。

春の風　名残惜しさに　涙に袖をぬらす、
想ひの影は　消えやせぬ。

柳枝に　袖を結べば　露の糸、
離れぬ想ひ　朝に残る。

宵の月　面影映せば　胸に澄む、
涙の跡は　消えやせぬ。

雪解けて　庭に霞むは　梅の花、
誰を待つらむ　春の風。

春の星　儚く照らし　胸を刺す、
恋の灯火　消えやせぬ。

紅の　花も移ろひ　袖に散る、
恋の名残は　香のみぞ。

夏の雨　ひと夜の露に　色を添へ、
忘れぬ誓ひ　消えやせぬ。

行く水に　影を映せば　我が身さへ、
流れのままに　消えにけり。

秋の月　静けさ深く　音もなく、
嘆きの声は　消えやせぬ。

夢の中　声を聞けども　手に届かず、
露と消えゆく　朝ぼらけ。

冬の風　心を凍らせ　影を追ふ、
想ひの灯は　消えやせぬ。

灯影にも　面影浮かぶ　宵の雨、
傘も閉じねば　涙降る。

春の雲　遠く流れて　空に舞ふ、
胸の願ひは　消えやせぬ。

遠笛の　音に紛れて　君想ふ、
霧の彼方に　呼ぶ心。

秋の星　揺れて残れる　光なり、
命の露は　消えやせぬ。

都路の　灯りひとつは　恋の跡、
消えても胸に　灯はあり。

冬の月　凍てつく空に　夢を懐く、
恋の残香　消えやせぬ。

秋の夜　鈴虫啼けば　恋を知る、
音の切なさ　胸を刺す。

春の霧　朝の光に　影を染む、
涙の音は　消えやせぬ。

冬籠り　炉辺の影に　君探す、
火の粉の中に　笑みを見た。

春の花　露を纏ひて　香に咲く、
命の恋は　消えやせぬ。

雪の果て　春を夢見て　花を待つ、
命の限り　恋ぞ咲く。

宵の月　遠き面影　空に揺れ、
歌の心は　消えやせぬ。

朝霧に　涙を拭へば　君の香や、
遠き面影　胸に残る。

春の光　新たな命　風に舞ふ、
恋の誓ひは　消えやせぬ。

世の果てに　願ひ残して　時は行く、
露の命も　歌に散る。

永き夜　心の花は　今も咲く、
想ひの果ても　消えやせぬ。



芸者の面影は今も残れり- Ancient Japanese

独行の詩（どっこうのうた)
Song of the Solitary Path (Dokkō no Uta)

作詞・作曲・演出：ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソン
Written, Composed, and Directed by Lance Thomas Davidson

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囁き耳に寄すとも心動かず、
哀れの言葉　風の塵。
真を尽くし志立てたれば、
誰が詞ぞ　我を繋がん。
戯言の宴　終はりぬ、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

一度交はりて再びなし、
偽りの笑み　我はとらず。
境を越ゆる時　縁は絶ゆ、
今日を限りと背を向けん。
声も絶えて風渡れば、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

涙を飾る言の葉むなし、
甘き調べも心動かず。
影の歪み壁に映れど、
筆は終りを既に記せり。
沈みし情けは水の底、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

慈悲を舞台に掛くるとも、
情に縛らるは鎖なり。
幕下りて影も消えなば、
乞ふ声遠く風に散る。
月も沈みて余韻なし、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

自在の心　胸に満ち、
影を断ちて雲を越ゆ。
露の如くに心澄みて、
糸も絡まず風に在り。
大地踏みしめ　意は堅し、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

嘆く声も泣く影も、
誓ひの詞　皆風に消ゆ。
誇りの壁を見定めて、
道を立ちたり　後ろ見ず。

境越ゆれば　全て終はり、
戯言の宴　今は尽きたり。
抱擁も笑みも夢の外、
愚者の冠　誰が戴かん。
心を保ちて地を踏みしめよ、
彼の影と成すな　己が身を。

朝焼けに道は見えたり、ただ一筋、
草鞋履きて　影を離れん。
茶の湯澄みて心の波は静まりぬ、
墨の香りに誓ひを新たにす。
灯火の下　刃は鞘に納め、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

柳越えて橋渡れば　風うらら、
古き名をば　水に流さん。
旅の空　雲の間に　月こそ在れ、
胸の露さへ　乾きたり。
一息深く　影踏みしめて、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

鐘の音　遥か寺より　暮れを告ぐ、
我が身一つの　静けさかな。
書き置く言葉　少なけれども印深し、
迷ひの糸を　断ち切りたり。
行く手正しく　背筋伸ばして、
ただ独り行く　我が道なり。

春立ちて野は新たに　風澄めり、
道は我が前　ただ真直ぐ。
心保ちて歩を進めば、
他人の戯れ　我に及ばず。


矛盾に気づかれたあなたに感謝を。強き武士も独りを宣言し、戦場へと向かうが、やがて慰めを求める。そしてまた独りを選び、同じ道を繰り返す。

(Thank you for noticing the paradox. Even strong warriors declare their independence and head to battle, but eventually seek comfort. Then they choose solitude again, repeating the same path.)

独行の詩（どっこうのうた）- Ancient Japanese

武蔵の眼付 — Musashi no Mitsuke
An era-specific rephrasing inspired by the works and spirit of Miyamoto Musashi

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武蔵の眼付

目を開けば 天地を包み 観と見を分かつ。

目を開けば 広く大きく 天地を包み、 「観」は鋼のごとく強く、 「見」は霞のごとく淡し。

道の眼は開けたり ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

遠きを近く 近きを遠く見るに、 道の眼は開け、 太刀の影すら見ずして知る。

敵の動き読みとれり ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

敵の刃 映らずとも、 心すでにその動きを読む。 これぞ兵法のまことの眼なり。

心の眼は研ぎ澄まされたり ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

目玉は動かず、 左右を見渡し、 風の音にも心を乱さず。

乱れなき眼を保て ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

時を急にしては 悟ることなし。 常にこの眼をもって世を観、 変わらぬ視を磨け、 ゆるぎなき「観」をもて、 すべてを見透かせ。

もし眼を失ひて、 敵の影、背に迫らば、 風も鳴らずに死は来たる。 ゆるぎなき「観」をもて すべてを見透かせ。

Translation Note: This composition is a poetic re-articulation of Musashi’s philosophy of “the unmoving eye” and “kan to ken” (観と見), rendered into modern classical Japanese for artistic and educational appreciation while preserving its Edo-period gravity and ethos.



武蔵の眼付 - Ancient Japanese

Written, Composed, and Directed by Lance Thomas Davidson © 2025 All Rights Reserved
作・詞・演出：ランス・トーマス・デイヴィッドソン　著作権 2025 年　無断転載を禁ず

本作『恋道抄（The Way of Love）』は、宮本武蔵（1584–1645）の兵法的な語りを、恋愛と心の静けさの道へと転化する意図的な文学的パロディである。
主な典拠は『五輪書（Go Rin no Sho — The Book of Five Rings）』であり、『兵法三十五箇条（Thirty-Five Instructions on Strategy）』や『独行道（Dokkōdō — The Way of Walking Alone）』に見られる思想を再解釈している。

この手法は、江戸時代の狂歌や俳諧転用の伝統に倣うものである。これらは古典への敬意を保ちながら、その語彙や構造を新たな文脈へと優雅に移し替える文芸の形式であった。本作も同様に、武蔵の哲学的枠組みを尊重しつつ、その本質的な洞察—集中、バランス、意図の純粋さ—を武力の領域から愛と調和の領域へと再配置する。これは模倣ではなく変容であり、批判ではなく拡張である。

原典で武蔵は「観は鋼、見は霞」と述べ、戦場における迷いなき洞察を説いた。
本作ではそれを、争いに備える眼ではなく共感によるまなざしの比喩へと置き換える。
また、「中段こそ道の本意」という要諦も、戦術的均衡から二人の心の均衡、すなわち相互理解の構えへと意味を拡げている。

たとえば、武蔵が「無刀」—武器を持たずに勝つ—と語る概念は、本作では「無争」—対立なしに結ばれる—へと変容する。剣の距離感（間合い）の把握は、恋人同士の情緒的距離の理解となる。五輪書の「五方」の構えは、恋における柔軟性と適応性の比喩となる。こうした転換により、武蔵の戦略的知恵が、親密さと相互理解のための詩的な指針へと生まれ変わる。

本作は、古典を敬いながら遊び直す江戸の狂歌や俳諧転用の系譜に連なる。
目的は武蔵の遺産を貶めることではなく、暴から静へ、力から和へとその哻学を拡張することにある。
ここで剣は息となり、勝敗は対話となり、制圧は調和へと収斂する。

ゆえに『恋道抄』は問う。
「無刀」はすなわち「無争」でもあり得るのか。
刃を導く静けさは、同じく心を導く道にもなり得るのか、と。

恋道抄 — The Way of Love

目を開けば　君ぞひろき
恋は鋼　夢は霞と
指の末まで　鼓動読みけり
息ひとつ置き　胸やすらぎぬ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
触れずとても　想ひ伝はるなりけり
抱くと定めて　ただ進むなり

触れむとすれば　花の誠
頬に八の字　笑み描きて
「思ふな、ただに感ぜよ」とぞ
君が一言　心の奥まで

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
人の理も　恋の条も
迷ひ払へば　一条の光

唇はただに　言の延べ
息かすかにて　高みへ誘ふ
光の落差　距を測り
月の太さに　影を結ばむ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
急ぎ過ぐれば　偽り生まるらむ
静けさ深くば　愛ぞ届かむ

手と手は地脈　温もり流れ
風の弧描き　胸を誘ふ
踏みの陰陽　心に問ひて
鼓動の裏に　愛を立てむ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
伏して待ちなば　想ひは雷のごと
弱きを装ひ　深く抱くべし

左の肩寄せ　息を揃へ
右の手そと　未来を描く
塞がる距に　道をひらき
沈める言に　花を咲かさむ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
塞がる空をも　心もて割るべし
口づけひとつ　結界とならむ

夜の帳に　灯をともし
声は地へと　音を消して
引き寄せ放ち　一つの恋
水面の月を　乱さず愛でむ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
時は流転し　心は定まるらむ
愛は一条　理は円きらむ

身は離れども　心は寄りて
遠く近くに　想ひ結ばむ
多き言葉より　少なき息ぞ
息の芯こそ　恋の要なれ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
数多の偽りは　影の数ならむ
誠の一息は　日の芯ならむ

「飾る心」をば　影と知るべし
「愛する心」にて　影は消えなむ
恋は道具に　あらざるものを
心の尺もて　世界測らむ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
意は澄みてこそ　言は立つべけれ
身は緩みてこそ　愛は生くべけれ

君は中段　我れは五方
君が定まらば　心整ふ
上ぐれば希望　下ろせば祈り
中に据ゑなば　乱れあらじ

恋は鋼、夢は霞
まなざしこそ　愛の本意
想ひは迹なり　心こそみちと知れ
唇は迹なり　息こそいのちと知れ

夜半の逢瀬に　露ぞ光る
息は細くも　拍は堅くて
明けの空へと　恋染めなむ
今日も中段　愛を繋がむ

恋道抄 — The Way of Love - Ancient Japanese

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