We can't remind what we don't know, whatever it is.
Our brains are  chests with strange drawers.
I'm going to put away somewhere in my heart that I made you cry today.

We'll keep creating nightmares, using our memories as material.

I guess my personality is made up of a vast accumulation of memories.
Memories determine patterns of behavior, and the same mistakes are made again and again.

We'll keep creating nightmares, to organize the data we have.

I don't know the line between a dream and a nightmare, but.

They say our memory capacity is about 18TB.
That's about all the joy and sorrow I've felt.
With a little money, We might be able to recreate it on AWS or something.

We'll keep creating nightmares, You know dogs dream too, right?

Nightmare

ambient music

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Fake Wurlitzer, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar, Program
https://soundcloud.com/pablo-d-m-fontana

We are living in a capitalist society, not a democratic one.
It is inequality that drives all things.
Whether it is love or war.

Ambient music. 
A beautiful song is coming to an end.

They say that if we live in a nightmare, we won't have bad dreams anymore.
We adapt to everything, and soon we get tired of resisting.

Ambient music. 
I hear an ominous beat.

I have two pieces of bad news.
Which would you like to hear first?

The end of the world will not come easy.
I don't know if that's good.
Pandemic and wars, missiles, and the Olympic. 
We won't be bored for a while.

Ambient music. 
The future disappears in the noise.

ambient music / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

On a quiet morning

There is still a sign of night on the street.
The morning sun washes away last night's dreams.
The early risers are talking anxiously.
I can't hear what they're worried about.

Time flies and we get older and older.

On a quiet morning, the world changes a bit again.
Unbeknownst to us.

What percentage of the human population drinks a cup of coffee in the morning?
We are bound by habit, but we don't mind it.
There are many other things to worry about.

There is a lot to be taken care of before noon.

On a quiet morning, the world changes a bit again.
Unbeknownst to us.

The war and pandemic are still going on.
We become accustomed to everything.
Is it happy for us that the cold weather will last for a while?
For various reasons.

The problems are getting more and more serious.

On a quiet morning, the world changes a bit again.
Unbeknownst to us.

On a quiet morning

Like a man whose name is forgotten.

I've never won any prizes.
Of course, there's no way to gamble and win.
I have never held a position of honor.
And dogs never tamed me.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I only smile quietly.

When I try to order, the waiter doesn't come.
Often only my food doesn't reach.
And when I meet up with people, I'm usually kept waiting.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I've gotten used to that by now.

If there were a town somewhere with only sober people, 
would I be able to live there peacefully?

As long as you guys enjoy it, that's all that matters to me.
I'm not a great man, so please don't mind me.
Well, you guys are quite the feat.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I only quietly walk away.

Like a man whose name is forgotten

Freeze-dried soul

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pablo-d-m-fontana

This can be eaten simply by pouring hot water over it.

We forget everything. And we learn something new every day.
We are just animals, we don't reflect or we don't grow.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
Eventually something will be lost.

We've learned again about malice and how to lie.
Someone told us that in detail, with tanks and missiles.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
That's convenient, but not tasty.

The flavor remains the same and can be stored for a long time.

Peace or justice are probably, unfortunately, ugly things.
We have to get used to it. And We have to choose something.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
While that is certainly a new invention.

This is a very good product, but please observe the best-before date.

Freeze - dried soul / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

If we don't have words.

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pdmf-2023

There's no story waiting to be written.
It became a story because it was written.
A tragedy without a name is not a tragedy, 
and love untold is only reproduction.

If we don't have words.
If we don't have words. 

Like animals and plants, we could have been happy.

Essentially, death is not grief, just a natural phenomenon.
To eat, to love, to die, just to live.
We seek meaning in these things.

If we don't have words.
If we don't have words. 

We could have lived more freely and naturally.

In a world without words, many things disappear.
Still we will feel love, and there will be joy and sorrow.

There's no story waiting to be written.
It became a story because it was written.
A tragedy without a name is not a tragedy, 
and love untold is only reproduction.

If we don't have words.
If we don't have words. 

We may have been as innocent as deities once expected.

If we don't have words / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Rise or fall to limbo

The world keeps spinning at strange angles.
More and more speed, and at dangerous angles.
Eventually, centrifugal force will prevail and we may be thrown out.

Rise or fall to limbo.
We repeat forever.

On TV, news of war and war news.
We became quite familiar with tanks and missiles.
Spend money on expensive weapons and make money on reconstruction. 
Is that the rule?

Rise or fall to limbo.
No one can stop this, it seems.

We put on warm clothes and go for a walk.
Don't let go of my hand, ever.

We mourn the hundreds of lives lost in the earthquake.
And we honor the tens of thousands of lives lost in the war.
We may eventually get used to it and feel that it is normal.

Rise or fall to limbo.
Welcome to the new world order.

Rise or fall to limbo

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall

This city's underground mall is becoming desolate.
This place is a graveyard of old-fashioned consumption.

There's no need to dig underground. And no one buys stuff anymore.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's gorgeous at a glance, though.

In the past, this city bombed and most of the things burned.
The survivors built shacks and developed them.

Certainly that's  nice history, but we don't need to do it again.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's not so cold here, though.

We're still in the middle of an operation to build a ruin.
We already know that we will be in a lot of trouble later.

This city's underground mall is becoming desolate.
There's a place that everyone wants to forget about already.

People would walk by. And not pay any attention to what was there.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's gorgeous at a glance, though.

Valentine's Day in the Underground Mall.
It's not so cold here, though.

Valentine's day in the underground mall

On logically questionable kindness

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pdmf-2023

His Greco-Roman style of living is very wholesome.
He accomplishes this by enduring boredom and loving frugality.

Those long days turned him into Superman and proved his greatness.

On logically questionable kindness.
It's suspected to be a crime.

The justice we have deluded ourselves into believing in has proven to be very unreliable.

We must also rethink the meaning of religion and deities.

On logically questionable kindness.
We're currently investigating.

Maybe "peace" is just a delusion and there is no such thing.
Maybe that's what we really are, taking and killing each other.

Our comfortable lives are supported by much consumption.
We don't know or think about where it is sourced from.

One era ends, a new era begins.
Even if it's not desirable.

On logically questionable kindness.
We should consider penalties.

On logically questionable kindness / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Bitter medicine

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pdmf-2023


The increase in asylum seekers from the future has become a social problem.
In their world, it seems, one can't choose how to live, and one can no longer die.

They did simple jobs that were inefficient with machines.
Provided a minimal living, but it was only a minimum one.

They are waiting for the end of the world.
Feeling hopeless and taking bitter medicine.

Disconnected from the network for the first time in their lives, they look uneasy.
They have never chosen or made a mistake.
That hinders social participation.

They have no sense of belonging to a country because the borders have changed so many times.

They live in hiding in a society of the past.
Feeling hopeless and taking bitter medicine.

Their presence is a huge financial burden, but sending them back is not easy.
There are humanitarian issues and technical difficulties involved.

They seem normal, except for their use of strange slang.
They don't seem to be very good at expressing their opinions.

They've fled to this age in the hope of degenerating.
Feeling hopeless and taking bitter medicine.

Bitter medicine / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Black Forest

Do you know there is a place on the outskirts of town that no one goes near?
Not that there are any ghost stories, but everyone avoids the place.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
At the darkest place of there.

Even on a deathly hot summer day, it is said to be much cooler there.
Some people say they saw old shrines or abandoned buildings.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
Be careful not to get lost.

We sometimes toy with the notion of an afterlife.
It is not a religion, but a story.

It is said that there are rare insects and high priced plants there.
Anyone from this city must have known about the place since childhood.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
At the darkest place of there.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
Be careful not to get lost.

Do you know how to get there?

Black Forest

If that is someone's wish

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Dub mix, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pdmf-2023

At 3:00 p.m. the heavy rain stopped and the surrounding area was bathed in pink light.
People and cars were all swept away, leaving only my concrete box.

If, If that is someone's wish.
We will hear it as a curse.

We live in a world where subatomic particles collide and only chaos is created.
In a world of equilibrium, everything happens at the same time, and there're no lies there.

Time should be able to move forward or backward, it doesn't exist in the calculations.

If, If that is someone's wish.
Let us believe it's our destiny.

We couldn't find a way to remake the world, not even from YouTube videos.
We were witnessing the end of the world in someone's imagination.

If, If that is someone's wish.
We will hear it as a curse.

If, If that is someone's wish.
Let us believe it is our destiny.

If that is someone's wish / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Ghosts of the library

My favorite authors have died, and the bookstore in my neighborhood has gone out of business.
These are tough times for paper media.
Like records and CDs, they will eventually disappear.

Ghosts of the library.
They make such ominous prophecies.

We can find the knowledge we need by searching, and there are plenty of videos and comics.
Everything is converted into data and delivered to us immediately. 

Ghosts of the library.
They say, “What are you complaining about?”

A place where forgotten stories are kept.
They live quietly there, unknown to anyone.

Eventually, there will be no more authors, and novels will be written by AI.
We'll be able to read a wonderful story with a theme we like and a happy ending.

Ghosts of the library.
They disappeared behind the bookshelves.

Ghosts of the library

Nightmares vs. the breakfast

We define our mornings by what we eat or don't eat.
And the bad dreams of last night are now in the past, 
we come to our senses.

What are dreams made out of?
Is everything really just a memory?

Nightmares versus the breakfast.
The fighting this morning was terrible.

There is a place I keep going back to in my dreams.
But in the morning, I don't remember where it is.

Are dreams a sign of some desire?
Or is it just a collage of memories?

Nightmares versus the breakfast.
I'd rather not mention Mr. Freud.

We live between dreams and dreams.
And it seems we can't choose our dreams.

Perhaps as we get older, the dreams we have change?
Perhaps death is a dream that goes on forever.

Which do you like better, good or bad dreams?
The reality may be even worse.

Nightmares versus the breakfast.
The fighting this morning was terrible.

Nightmare versus Breakfast.
I'd rather not mention Mr. Freud.

Nightmares vs. the breakfast

Love makes you do strange things

Like a man who has lost his address, you keep walking.
Memories of people you don't know. 
Things you want to forget.

How to get to a place you've never been to.

You will search all day long.
Love makes you do strange things.
You keep thinking all day long.
Love makes you do strange things.

You're following someone's orders.
It can somehow be heard.
Go here. Don't go over there.
I don't know the reason either.

How to explain something you don't know.

You ask questions all day long.
Love makes you do strange things.
You keep losing all day long.
Love makes you do strange things.

Like a man who has lost his name, you keep standing.
You need to explain something to someone, Immediately.

A surefire way to wake up from a bad dream.

You keep looking all day long.
Love makes you do strange things.
You will forget all day long.
Love makes you do strange things.

Love makes you do strange things

Queen of the smoking seats

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pdmf-2023

She tells them that bad times are coming.
There is an accent from some country.

At a cafe where we can drink coffee for $2.

She's the famous queen of the smoking seats.
She rules over this smoky territory.

When she was young, she may have worked at night.
She attracts the attention of men.

At a café that looks like it's empty all day long.

She's the famous queen of the smoking seats.
Always asking her vassals for cigarettes.

She lost her castle, and the people have left.
The kingdom's glory has already faded.

She says there is a good way to make money.
"If you want to know, treat me to lunch."

At a cafe where the cooling and heating are too strong.

She's the famous queen of the smoking seats.
After 6:00 pm, she goes back home somewhere.

Queen Of The Smoking Seats / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

Still, I have a dream about the earth


A second moon rose in the sky, and night fell on this planet.
It's going to be pretty cold tonight.
I'm getting used to life here.

It's been three years since I left my hometown.
I've made friends and found work in this town.

Still, I have a dream about the earth.
There, I've no good memories but.

There was no option to stay there.
I left town as if I was being kicked out.
The only money I had was for the ticket.
It didn't matter where I went.

Space is not a place for enjoying sightseeing trips.
It's a place where people with regrets wander.

Still, I have a dream about the earth.
There's nothing nostalgic there but.

I wonder if there are still people in that town who remember me?

Still I have a dream about the earth

The Man in the Clock Tower.

Can you see far away from there?
Are you getting tired of it yet?
It's probably cold there, 
and the scenery here isn't that good.

The Man in the Clock Tower.
He smokes a cigarette every hour.

Aren't all sorts of bad things happening?
It's better not to see far away.
Are you being paid by someone else?
Or are you doing it as a hobby?

The Man in the Clock Tower.
He gets older every hour.

If you can see the past, let me know.
I have no interest in the future.

Can you see how the wildfire is doing?
Is the war still going on there?
Happiness cannot be seen from a distance.
That's why you only see misery.

The Man in the Clock Tower.
He smokes a cigarette every hour.

The Man in the Clock Tower.
He gets older every hour.


The Man in the Clock Tower

His last dungeon


And he arrived at a new place for adventure.
Past experience doesn't work here.
His friends have grown old, and some have passed away.
He himself was fed up with fighting.

He forgets what he was trying to do.
The sense of time also becomes vague.

What is about to begin is his last dungeon.
What he will find there are new rules and ordeals.


All of his weapons have become old and some of them are no longer usable.
He may have already forgotten how to read a map or how to fight.

He can't move like he used to anymore.
It's hard to understand the new rules.

What is about to begin is his last dungeon.
What he will find there are new rules and ordeals.


There is neither victory nor defeat here.
It will just continue until it's over.

His last dungeon

Mayday, Mayday!

I don't know where I am or what time it is.
I was in a town I didn't know.
People wearing unfamiliar clothes.
I can't understand their language.

Is this some kind of accident?

Mayday, Mayday, emergency!
I feel like I'm about to sink.

Everything was normal until I got off the train this morning.
As I walked toward the office, things started to get strange.

Is everyone trying to deceive me?

Mayday, Mayday, emergency!
Or am I doing something wrong?

I'm trying to contact you, but I don't know how to use my cell phone.
I've never seen anything like this before.
Where did my iPhone disappear to?

For now, where should I go?

Mayday, Mayday, emergency!
The situation is serious.

Mayday, Mayday, emergency!
I'm waiting for your rescue.

Mayday, Mayday!

People walk. In different directions

The world begins and ends many times.
Things that perish and things that are born.
The hot season will soon be upon us.
We are preparing for hunger and thirst.

People walk. In different directions.
Meeting someone, parting with someone.

There are young, foolish, and noisy gods.
But, it is they who will change the world.
We don't have much time left, 
and there's nothing left to say.

People walk. In different directions.
Cursing someone and blessing someone.

Did you wake up feeling good this morning?
I hope you have a wonderful day.

The world begins and ends many times.
We live in that moment of the cycle.
We don't want to live forever.
Even if time continues to expand.

People walk. In different directions.
Loving someone and hating someone.


People walk. In different directions

The flower with no name

The lies she tells are really interesting.
No one will be fooled, but.
As if to say that this is how the world is supposed to be.

No one needs the truth.
No one is listening.

Let's go look for it now, the flower with no name.

If what she said was true, the world would have been at peace.
It was a complete lie, but it was what we wanted.

There are some good lies.
The truth is not fun.

Pretend to look for, the flower with no name.

A morning without sunrise
A night without dreams.
A world with no one in it.
That's what I mean.

She seems to have lost all sense of what is true and what is false.
It's a difficult situation, but we think we might be happy.

No one needs the truth.
The truth is not fun.

Let's go look for it now, the flower with no name.
Pretend to look for, the flower with no name.


The flower with no name

Malfunction


I've been feeling a little under the weather for the past few days.
Maybe I'm tired, or maybe it's too hot.

There's no need to worry about it.
I don't want to cause any trouble for you.

This machine has been malfunctioning since last night.
The parts needed to repair it are no longer available.

Due to the intense sunlight, there are few people on the streets.
Outside the window lies a world in ruins.

I'm not thinking anything strange.
I'm just feeling a little fed up.

This machine has been malfunctioning since last night.
You were the only one who could repair it.

I just feel a little tired and have a slight fever.
I've already taken some aspirin, so I'll be fine.

It's not because you're not here.
I'm just feeling a little down, that's all.

This machine has been malfunctioning since last night.
The parts needed to repair it are no longer available.


Malfunction

Vertical Spinning Carousel

Somewhere is being bombed again, and the city is burning.
The scene is being broadcast live to the world.
The latest technology has made war more convenient.
Nowadays, anyone can easily join a war.

There was a phrase called “Love and Peace.”
No one says such things anymore.

Vertical Spinning Carousel at incredible speed.
Everyone's about to get shaken off.


The kings seem to be consumed by delusions.
But no one seems able to tell them that.
More soldiers are gathered, and the war expands.
Using cutting-edge weapons to wage old-fashioned wars.

Religion no longer has anything to do with this.
This is about someone's power or money.

Vertical Spinning Carousel at incredible speed.
No one seems able to stop it.


A single bomb can destroy a city built over many years.
Expensive weapons are used without hesitation.
There is a king who believes that tariffs will solve everything.
There are kings who wish to live eternally.

It seems no one can stop truly foolish things.
We don't seem to have grown at all.

Vertical Spinning Carousel at incredible speed.
No one ever wanted to ride this thing.


Vertical Spinning Carousel

Preparation for winter

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Marty Wilson / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/open-strings


We enjoyed this world which was opened.
But the border will be shut sooner or later.
Cold weather is coming to my town too.
But some people are strongly hoping for it.

Preparation for winter.
Warm clothes and books.
I wish that you don't get a cold.

I'm reading some letters from my old friends.
We believed that The world is not so ill.
Cold weather is coming to my town too.
I'm thinking of them from far away.

Preparation for winter.
Some blankets and teas.
I wish that you'll better soon.

Can I walk to there, if the sea freezes?
I play a guitar with numb fingers.

Cold weather is coming to my town too.
And the border will be shut sooner or later.
We believed that The world is not so ill.
But some people are strongly arguing for it.

Preparation for winter.
Warm clothes and books.
I wish that you don't get a cold.

We enjoyed this world which was opened.
I'm thinking of that from far away.

Preparation for winter / collaboration with Marty Wilson

subway trail

Ryu / Acoustic guitar. Program, Voice
Marty Wilson / Acoustic guitar, Flat mandolin
https://soundcloud.com/open-strings


My horse runs through the wilderness, basement of Tokio.
In theory I can go anywhere. If the tunnel goes on.

Subway trail, cowboys and girls.
Travelers don't know about each other.


A journey from melancholy to apathy.
Move with the shortest distance.
An Italian-made bag is stuffed with too much documents.

Subway trail,like a wagon train.
When I can go back to home sweet home?


Why are there windows? We can't look outside.
So tired travelers do not find out.


Instead of a whinny, sounds a buzzer. Another camp is near.
In theory I can go anywhere. If the tunnel goes on.

Subway trail, cowboys and girls.
Travelers don't know why they must go.

subway trail / collaboration with Marty Wilson

It is certain that both the North Pole
and the north of the peninsula are becoming hot.
On the one hand, the iceberg disappears.
On the other hand, they set fire to something.

Animals of the North Pole are troubled.
And of course I am at a loss, too.

The housing problem of the polar bear.
Or what should I do in the last summer?


This is no time to worry about others.
But I can't understand it well.
Missiles were completely unrelated to my life.
Where are you going to run away to?

So I sympathize with polar bears.
Probably they don't worry about me.

The housing problem of the polar bear.
Or what should I do in the last summer?


Polar bears are innocent.
However, am I so, too?
The war is evil, but is not a crime.
This is a diplomatic problem.


What would you do in a case like this?
My life is same as always.
A siren will sound suddenly sometime.
One day the ground will disappear suddenly.

Animals of the North Pole are troubled.
And of course I am at a loss, too.

The housing problem of the polar bear.
Or what should I do in the last summer?

The housing problem of the polar bear. Or what should I do in the last summer?

Sunshine on my back.
It's beginning to decline.
It doesn't make me happy and looks not at all lovely.

We are living in the age of dusk.
The night is long and the dawn will be far.


Ruined civilization left one poetry to us.
We should begin to write it shortly, if someone will read.

The end will come calmly little by little.
I feel sunshine on my back.


The choirs singing uprose and filled the church.
The voice of prayer is drowning in the strong wind.


Sunshine on my back.
That shine is not strong anymore.
Looking for lost things, we wander in the town.

We've consumed all the things.
Whom do I say goodbye to?

Sunshine On My Back

The remains of the summer

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

Didactic ghosts are going home.
The cruel season will end soon.
Nightmare, summer cold and beer.
These are all out of date.

We were able to survive again this year.
Should we do something about this?

Don't emit carbon dioxide.
It's easy, you can stop breathing.
All things are in a state of flux.
We are only temporary beings.

We live in the world of P.K.D.
Should we do something about this?

The remains of the summer.
Please capture with your smartphone.
The remains of the summer.
Please don't worry about a cost.

Workers wear a jacket with fans.
Someday we will wear space suits.
Even if politicians don't do their best, 
the world becomes the severe place.

We were able to survive again this year.
Should we do something about this?

We live in the world of P.K.D.
Should we do something about this?

Didactic ghosts are going home.
The cruel season will end soon.

The remains of the summer / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

City of glass

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Marty Wilson / Flat mandolin, Voice
https://soundcloud.com/open-strings

Everything broke into small pieces and poured down to the ground.
Like shining rain, it could be said that it was a beautiful sight.

City of glass where we've lived.
We believed it would last forever.

Our lives are limited and the things
we take for granted are no longer available.
The network is up and running, but it can't do everything.

City of glass where we've lived.
The place has now become a ghost town.

We rely on our memories to preserve the lives of the past.
To put all that has been lost back in its place.

Our fragile daily lives have been shattered to pieces.
Will we be able to pick up the pieces and put them back together?

City of glass where we've lived.
We believed it would last forever.

City of glass / collaboration with Marty Wilson

I'm making songs at midnight in my room. I play acoustic guitars, synthesizers, and I sing.

Ryu.

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