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District Nerve Cycle

HEY GUYS IM JUST REPOSTING THIS SHHHHH...
backround: not by me
Song: not by me:
slowed ver: not by me just reposting.

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TECHNO MIX (Anzly MIX)

We all need moments to disconnect from everything and just breath.
Todos necesitamos momentos en los que desconectar de todo y simplemente respirar.

Day Break

Gotcha!

Doramaru. feat.丸省 酔っ払って眠る (MEEBEE Remix)

Big up Doramaru.!!!!
Big up 丸省!!!

Doramaru 1st album "Doramaru" Out Now!!!
https://linkco.re/P7s04x0m

丸省
https://www.instagram.com/marushow03/

Doramaru.
https://www.instagram.com/doramaru108skills/

MEEBEE
https://www.instagram.com/meebee_kazuhiroabo/

丸省 feat. Doramaru. 酔っ払って眠る (MEEBEE Remix)

I’m not a name in the room,
Just the dust that settles soft.
She laughs like light on a spoon,
And I hold what time forgot.

Knuckles twitch, mug gone cold,
Her socks on radiators bold.
He wears my smile, she hums my tune,
I live in quiet afternoons.

Teaspoons clink like chapel bells,
She draws suns where silence dwells.
No frame for me above the hearth,
But I breathe behind the laughter's path.

Mornin’ toast, banana slice,
I’m the crease in paradise.
Boil-washed shirts, no face inside,
But still I fold the air with pride.

Woven threads, not mine to fray,
Still I wrap around the day.
Cwtsh in corners, hush and hush,
Guilt is quiet, never rush.

Woolen jumper, stitched too wide,
He fits. I fray. But still I bide.
She points at stars I used to name,
Says “Seren,” soft. I’m not the same.

Cup left out on window sill,
Steam like ghosts that never will.
She curls like commas in her sleep,
I’m the footnote that won’t keep.

Slippers scrape the hallway floor,
I count her steps then wish for more.
He kisses her with lips I knew,
I disappear in morning’s hue.

Woven threads, but stitched aside,
Still I hold what I can't bide.
Every button, every seam,
I’m the quiet in between.

Sock-drawer silence, birthday card,
Words I wrote but never starred.
Not in pictures, not in voice,
Still I’m folded in her choice.

Books I read to walls alone,
While he holds her in flesh and bone.
But I was thunder in the snow,
And cwtsh when none would know.

Velcro shoes and sticker stains,
I’m the whisper in the rain.
No trace. No claim. No touch.
Just love, too much, too much.

Woven threads, silent quilt,
No blame in love, just the guilt.
Not the hands, but still the fire,
A patch of breath, a choir of quiet.

Rain on buses, coins in lines,
Name not said but heard in signs.
Steam from soup, unwritten prose,
Memory where silence grows.

Puzzle piece that didn’t fit,
Still I guard where moments sit.
And if she dreams in colours deep,
I’m the thread she does not keep.

One sock always disappears in the wash,
Don’t mean it weren’t loved.
Not everything stitched wants to be seen.
But oh, how it holds.


woven quilt, silent guilt

Cyber健康診断

作詞：土井晩翠

春高楼の花の宴　めぐる盃かげさして
千代の松が枝わけいでし　むかしの光いまいずこ
秋陣営の霜の色　鳴きゆく雁の数見せて
植うるつるぎに照りそいし　むかしの光いまいずこ
いま荒城のよわの月　替わらぬ光たがためぞ
垣に残るはただかづら　松に歌うはただあらし
天上影は替わらねど　栄枯は移る世の姿
写さんとてか今もなお　嗚呼荒城のよわの月

カリーフ奥田の荒城月

君しかいないんだよ

I create music using public domain texts.
Digging up forgotten words, layering AI-generated sounds, and remixing old literature.

カリーフ奥田の荒城月

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