Our friend who had brown hair
& a brown horse & a fine bow
Who stood right here, whom we scarcely remember
Who had true aim, who had grace in the war
& a musical laugh & a lyrical heart
She was torn to pieces by dogs

Our friend who wore three stars
Cross her warm breast, who had seen the light
Who was struck blind, & whose deepest desires
Were close hold & yet writ on the wind
She was borne to the ground by the weight of the shame
Then was torn to pieces by dogs

On the mountain, high above the petroglyphs
Proud chin thrust heavenward, stands a pitch-black skeleton
In its marrow a truth is concealed
Truth: it can be anything that serves the King
Our fates sealed & His colours returned to the field

Our friend who had blue eyes
& a sharp mind & a sweet smile
Who was a true friend, who was the pride of the Forest
& whose warm praise made one glow like a flame
& whose faith in the Lord was coin of the realm
She was torn to pieces by dogs.

Our Friend

My heart, the house 
with the roof that's giving:
fight-or-flight feeling
- the glint in your eye
Even my skin 
is panicking...
Follow on the road 
of ragged old dreams...

A thousand seas sound 
in the swaying baby pine
The ragged cries of crows
climb
If I find my old heartbeats 
I'll follow them like 
stepping stones 

My heart, the house 
with the roof that's giving:
fight-or-flight feeling
- the glint in your eye
Even my dreams 
are scattering...
Follow on the road 
of ragged old dreams...

The shifting weight of rain 
on the skin of the sea
The sky-change like a brow
furrowing 
Rising up to disappear:
the words escape 
like cigarette smoke...

My heart, the house 
with the roof that's giving:
fight-or-flight feeling
- the glint in your eye
Even my skin 
is panicking...
Follow on the road 
of ragged old dreams...



ROOF THAT'S GIVING

Running
I pick up my speed
The hands of the sun
snatch at me through the trees 
My shadow goes ahead of me
Burning cold
Burning cold, she is

This is how I unravel 
The sun a-parallel to me 
Blades of sand are flying 
The sculptor working his blade
Burning cold 
Burning cold, he is

I put my legs on automatic 
and travel expanses 
across the land and the mindscape 
Built to run

And out here there's a holy harmony 
I drape it around me 
My voice finds it like
my foot finds a solid hold 
And out here demons desert my mind 
- their messages are like papers 
that I can burn now,
old letters from old enemies

Desire, the fire lit under me
The world set spinning as I run 
We have to learn to be what we are 
and hook up to some other power 
Burning cold 
Burning cold, it can be

The cells a spread of stars now 
Our blood is effervescent, yes.
I'm travelling at the speed of blood
with fire licking at my heels.
Burning heat
Burning heat within 

I put my legs on automatic 
and travel expanses 
across the land and the mindscape 
Built to run

And out here there's a holy harmony 
I drape it around me 
My voice finds it like
my foot finds a solid hold 
And out here demons desert my mind 
- their messages are like papers 
that I can burn now,
old letters from old enemies

I snake like sand 
along the vacant shore 
and throw all ill-luck 
to the cleansing fire 
I snake like sand 
along the vacant shore 
and throw all ill-luck 
to the cleansing fire 

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Up and Ran

Downtempo dubstep song inspired by jade cicada.

Jade

2023.05.03　リバティ(LIBERTY)

押しボタン式　基本もなんも知らない
ドカドカドカなんかこうゆう感じかな？
ワンルーム壁にはジョン　休学してバイトして楽器買う
キーボードを抱えてバスは恥ずかった

タバコで焦がしたカーペット　絡み合うシールドの先で
僕は「僕ら」になって演るよ　新しい歌

OKさぁ始めよ　信じんもの人それぞれ　
伝道師ともセッションしたよ
眩し　夜勤明け　原付バイクで帰ってきてすぐ
ベッドルームミュージック続けましょうか　寝てても覚めても

モーニングコールには　メアリールーロードのギター
カートの彼女ってなんかいいなそんなって
パート休みとって汽車とバス継いでやってきた
雨降る夕べにまた一人帰って行った

愛も恋もまだ知んない　気づけてもいない頃に
大いなる勘違いのままで　新しい歌

OKさぁ始めよ　信じんのも時には辛し
来訪者せめて駅まで送って（あげたら良かった）
疑念打ち消すように　フォーカスぐんぐん合わせた先には
ベッドルームミュージック　お待たせてしたね
そん時のアパートは

リバティ中井　今は違うけど　同じ場所にあるにはあるよ
自由　解放　独立　選択の自由
そんな意味だと知ってか知らずか
そんな意味だと知ってか知らずか
とんだリバティ野郎

リバティ（LIBERTY）

ー悪友ー曇天を貫く銃弾/Fateful duel

This is my version of the beautiful Day After Day by Badfinger.

I Remember Finding Out About You (cover Day After Day)

Modular 035

Here's the text of the patch notes:

VCV

TEMPLATE

I'm just a friendly block of devices that keeps things under control.

SEQUENCE

Hello, I'm the sequence, inspired by "Only 6 Notes" by awezspierd. The seventh, eighth, and ninth notes are Bb, D, and Eb.

PAD

Hi, I'm the strings pad, a noise- excited resonator who only appears with a 25% probability on a bass hit, the same probability that the bass will "shrug" in time with the Braids beat frequency, which also pans me! My triads come from Tracks A, C, & D of the sequencer.

MELODY

Hello, I am the melody voice. I am a phase-modulated sine wave who gets a little sawtoothy when skewed by the LFO. The LFO rate is governed by Braids' beat frequency. My pitch comes from Track B of the sequencer & glides because of the slew limiter.

HARMONY

Hello, I am the harmony voice. I'm an octave down from the melody and a simpler waveform, also riding the cusp between sine and sawtooth, also gliding. My notes come from Track A of the sequencer, the same notes as, though an octave up from, the bass.

BUZZ

I am the inspired Braids preset called "Buzz" or "UUUU" which produces soul-churning beat frequencies by some unknown blending of undertones. I govern any timing in this song that is not controlled by the sequencer, including the delay. I have a 10% chance of revealing my true self, and you'll know it when you hear it, plus my friend Wow! says "Wow!" (I'm sidechained into the bass' compressor, so don't worry about your speakers. Much.)

BELL

Hello, I'm the bell generator, a clean and simple FM tone whose pitch is sampled from noise then quantised to Fm (with an added fourth, because it's pretty). I fire off with about 20% probability with the beat frequency from Braids, who also controls my delay frequency.

BASS

I'm the bass! I'm an octave down from the harmony, following the same sequencer Track A. I'm a clean sine wave who has about a 20% chance of "shrugging" a goosebumped shoulder up into the lo-mids. Whenever I do, my friend the strings pad blows warm air onto me and I settle down. The shrugging is caused by slew-limited trigger bursts modulating my feedback. (I have a dedicated compressor to keep Braids from blowing your speakers when he shows up in person occasionally.)

PROBABILITY & LFO

Hi, just doing our numerical and analytical maths over here. Yes, we know the LFO is also numerical, but we like to pretend he is a smooth curve.

WOW!

Hi, I'm Wow! Whenever Braids shows up in person, I say "Wow!" My pitch is a fifth up from the root, as provided by Track D of the sequencer.

789 (an experiment in VCV Rack)


Tuscany sweltering in the cauldron of Summer
I find him passed out again: it’s not a brothel jakes,
& he’s not Percy, & she’s not a whore in his fevered mind
It’s a palace of marble & they’re Aeneas & Dido

When the hound he’s been caring for finally dies of distemper
He prevails on a farmer to garner the beast last rites
Oh, but the man is a drunk & a liar, he spends the fees on wine
& leaves the poor mutt to rot with the grain in his silo

Percy fancies the prize of all liminal scribes:
Just to gaze in the eyes of those sweet Sorrows
As the hearkening cries of their satires in tribute guise
Pierce like arrows

The very same afternoon we embark for Lerici
He will not be dissuaded, he utters some tired old line
About a man & his urge to the North, he says “the sea looks fine”
It looks pretty rough to me, but hey, what do I know?

The angry horizon is lit from behind
We trace the arc of his life under those dark forces
& darkening skies, towering thunderclouds form a line
And rear like horses

I draw my dagger as his lungs fill with water
The look on his face, oh, I’ve seen so many times before
Right when a man isn’t brave anymore, oh, the grief in the eyes
That gaze on the Γ as he prays to the ☧

At last he’s denied those Seraphs of his mind
With their silver voices & golden wings & their white panties
& come-hither eyes, I tell him: “Percy, those all are lies:
They shriek like banshees.”

Percy Drowns

BPM35～400

"音の無い世界の音楽。"
Aleph-0

BMSイベント 「BOFU2016 - Legendary Again -」 参加作品
チーム「孤高クローバー」
http://bmsoffighters.net/bofu2016/index.html

BMS：http://manbow.nothing.sh/event/event.cgi?action=More_def&num=498&event=110
DL link：http://leafbms.web.fc2.com/song.html

Percy Drowns

Ordinary Rabbit

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