Good life

Ryu / Acoustic Guitar (Rhythm), Program, Voice
Marty Wilson / Acoustic Guitar (Lead)
https://soundcloud.com/open-strings


30 minutes by train from the city center, 
life in a small town in the suburbs.
Even though the ambulance has lost its way, 
my life is still the same and I am at peace.

A good life, beautiful days in its own way.
What more do we want? In these harsh times.

The good side and the bad side of things.
Let's turn your eyes away from both of them.
The only thing left to do is to live.
You don't have to worry about it any more.

A good life, beautiful days in its own way.
What more do we want? In these harsh times.

What's lost may never come back.
We'll make do with what we have left.

I hardly ever leave my house anymore.
What's so nice about the world out there?
If you don't want a lot of things, 
you won't feel dissatisfied.

A good life, beautiful days in its own way.
What more do we want? In these harsh times.

Good life / collaboration with Marty Wilson

This virus has been confirmed to be infectious to Martians.
We have to cross the barriers of our race and save them.
The problem is, they don't have a habit of injecting.
There are doubts about the feasibility of local trials.

Martians have very high intelligence.
But in their culture, there is no concept of disease.

Our friendship with the Martians is over a century old.
Their knowledge has contributed to our development.
Although their appearances are slightly different,
marriage between the two races is also recognized.

I, myself was born and raised on Mars, 
and I have a great deal of respect for them.

Surely there may not be enough vaccines on Earth yet.
But as you all know, Martians are our dear friends.
Now is the time for us to address 
the problem from a humanitarian standpoint.

Martians have very high intelligence.
But in their culture, there is no concept of death.

Martians

We still don't know the wonders of the world.
We believe only in what we can see.
Even maybe magic and ghosts do exist.
Because we can't even see love.

It was probably real.
I believe it was a UFO.

You do believe in the existence of god, don't you?
Isn't that unscientific?
Two religions go to war and drop bombs on a city.
How is this scientific?

Good aliens or invaders, the reality isn't that simple.

You can sense what I want to eat for dinner.
That's a kind of telepathy too, isn't it?
We believe that we can live together until we die.
That's pretty unscientific too, isn't it?

It was probably real.
What else could that be but a UFO?

Tonight, at all the bars

Could it be that we are in the afterlife?
Only lies and malice hold reality together.
A town where it never rains and 
a town that no longer needs rain.

Tonight, at all the closed-down bars.
The ghosts may curse the future.

Another name for the network is chaos.
Entropy is on the verge of runaway.
A view we've never seen before and 
a view we don't need to see anymore.

Tonight, at all the closed-down bars.
The ghosts may mourn themselves.

We're queuing up in front of the closed door.
Unfortunately, no one knows why.
Could it be that we are in the afterlife?
None of the people on the street were breathing.

Tonight, at all the closed-down bars.
The ghosts may curse the future.

Tonight, at all the closed-down bars.
The ghosts may mourn themselves.

Tonight, at all the bars

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

Stars are visible from a room, which has lost city lights.
Children, old people, and soldiers, no one in this city anymore.

Last lovers on this planet. Distant explosion sound.

Rubble, remembrances and corpses. We are living in chaos now.
It's just the two of us in this world. One might call it romantic.

Last lovers on this planet. I want to know what love is.

What is lost can no longer be regained, only to fade away.
Only sighs may remain in history and will be passed down.

Last lovers on this planet. I sleep with you in my arms.

Everyone made love. Everyone was betrayed. 
Everyone was hurt. Nobody's left.

Last lovers on this planet

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

Depression of the craniometrist

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

Just ask questions and get answers to everything.
But it's just an algorithm that crosses search and probability.

Depression of the craniometrist.
Once the intellect was ours.

Many have complained about the dangers of the technology.
But it's too late.　It has already begun to change the world.

Depression of the craniometrist.
Aren't we trying to make God?

I'm a believer in the cursed science.
I'm a descendant of a hateful culture.

When we stop thinking, will we feel happier than we do now?
Will war, hunger, poverty and discrimination disappear?

Depression of the craniometrist.
Is this human evolution?

Depression of the craniometrist.
Of course, these lyrics are auto-generated.

Depression of the craniometrist / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

Days of vertigo

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

She wakes up at four o'clock and readies to deceive the world.
She shines like a fake pearl, fulfilling her schemes.

We're living in days of vertigo.
Everything falls to the sky.

As for love, don't worry, she says.
Because everyone loves you.
If we are deceived until we die, that might be a blessing.

We're living in days of vertigo.
The world is spinning uncertainly.

The future we believed in was suddenly lost.

There are many things humans don't understand, she says.
If we were to disappear, the world might be more peaceful.

We're living in days of vertigo.
Everything falls to the sky.

We're living in days of vertigo.
The world is spinning uncertainly.

Days of vertigo / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

Here comes the fool by tank.
That would be a horrible thing.

Leave aside human rights or environmental issues, 
for now, it is war.
Don't talk about love and peace. 
It's quicker this way. 
After all, that's how it works.

It's ridiculous, but it's reality.

Don't spend money on welfare and health care.
Or else they will come.
What we need are cool missiles and nice canons.
No more need for Fender or Martin.

I don't know how this happened.

Here comes the fool by tank.
I didn't think it was true.

It was this Tarot card that was offered to us. 
Not to them, but to all of us.
We'll buy weapons and gather soldiers.
Even though there are other things to do.

No anti-war voices were heard.

Here comes the fool by tank.
That would be a horrible thing.

Here comes the fool by tank.
I didn't think it was true.

The fool

Wealthy cat in Cape Town


Do we want to live forever?
Would you like to be a millionaire?

We live in a time when wars are broadcast live.

A wealthy cat in Cape Town feels satisfaction and despair.

Living a boring life that goes on forever.
It is, in other words, survival.

The world is now tipping at a funny angle.

A wealthy cat in Cape Town tells enigmatic lies and jokes.

The rains from Saturday are still falling
and causing disasters in many places.

Humans still don't know how to stop wars
and are foolish enough to look on in dismay.

It makes it hard to believe in his plans.

A wealthy cat in Cape Town loves gold and human blood.

Wealthy cat in Cape Town

Ghosts

Young people do not know the names of the dying.
We feel sorrow because we are old.
Living the days that remain.

In this place that is nowhere else.
Every day goes on in monotony.

Our boring and safe lives.
Some people call it happiness.
There is no God in this country, but we can at least pray.

In this place that is nowhere else.
News of the war is on TV.

Tonight, in every bar, ghosts will be celebrating.
Neither their love nor their hate will go down in history.

The dead, they say, live on in our memories.
As a curse in some places, or as a blessing.

In this place that is nowhere else.
Every day goes on in monotony.

In this place that is nowhere else.
We are slowly dying.

Ghosts

Return of the Trickster


Ridiculously dressed up, here he comes.
The children look at him askance.
He shows up when the world is in a mess.
In other words, nothing fragile happens.

Return of the Trickster.
No one wanted it to happen, but.

All of its statements are revolutionary and desperate.
You see what I mean?
People get confused and start running in the wrong direction.

Return of the Trickster.
Give me back my peaceful days.

Not only my house, but everything in the world needs maintenance.
We should stop and think about what we really need to do.

That's the kind of trick that makes doves pop out of silk hats.
There have been and will be others like him.
Unfortunately, history repeats itself.

Return of the Trickster.
No one wanted it to happen, but.

Return of the Trickster.
Give me back my peaceful days.

Return of the Trickster

Oscillation

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

When we pass away, don't we leave behind something like a sign?
I sometimes think so.

A kind of oscillation unique to that person.　
Like a waveform that only you have.

I feel your presence in the air.
Not visually, but as oscillation.

Will not that sign remain forever?
And it can resonate with someone else's.

Sometimes dissonance is created.
It may even sound like a tension chord.

The world is full of music we can't hear.
To find them, I pick up my guitar.

Or perhaps evil oscillations exist?
As a sign of someone with anger or resentment.

I feel your presence in the air. 
Not visually, but as oscillation.

This is not religion or occultism.
I just want to think about death in that way.
 
The world is full of music we can't hear.
To find you, I pick up my guitar.

Oscillation / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

Oval moon

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

The landscape seen from this room appears to be distorted due to the magnetic field. 
Nothing in particular to see, though.

We're holed up here and enduring.
Prayers are also shielded.

Over time, the significance of the battle has been lost.
The Deities are fed up and no longer speak to us.

We're trying to shoot down constellations with missiles.

Looking up at the oval moon, we contemplate the meaning of peace.

Some people talk about the economic value of war.
But this is not a conspiracy; it is simply violence.

No one can rule the world, no one can speak of justice.

Looking up at the oval moon, we contemplate the meaning of peace.

Looking up at the oval moon, we're waiting for the end of the world.

Oval moon / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin

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

The mansion in our town


One street down from the shopping street is the mansion in our town.

However, I've never seen anyone enter or leave through that gate.

There's no nameplate on the gate of the house.
I've never seen lights on at night.

I don't know of any horrific murders there in the past or anything like that.


There're several sukiya-style houses and a vast garden.
Does no one live here or is there some special circumstance?

After all, I'm not from this town, no matter how many years I live here.

I guess those who should know know and those who don't don't need to know.


The mansion is neither old nor suspicious in any way.
But there is no sign of people at all. 
It is a common but peaceful town, no one talks about the mansions.

I don't know this town well enough to fabricate a ghost story.

I don't know of any horrific murders there in the past or anything like that.

I guess those who should know know and those who don't don't need to know.


the mansion in our town

Muddy river

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

Lust, betrayal, sometimes even corpses. 
Everything flows here.
No one knows if it's connected to the ocean.
Here, sorrow doesn't turn into prayer.

At the bottom of it, several eras have sunk, silently stinking.

The muddy river. We're traveling it.
I don't know where we are going.

Tanks, missiles and, again, corpses. The nasty stuff flows in here these days.
I don't know where they will be swept away. 
Wherever they flow from.

Everyone thought this river would never flood. 
Until some years ago.

The muddy river. We're traveling it.
I don't know where we are going.

Some tributaries come together and it becomes a large waterway.
Going down it’s easy, but going back up is hard. 
We should have known that very well.

At the bottom of it all, dreams and futures are sinking and slowly rotting away.

The muddy river. We're traveling it.
I don't know where we are going.

Happiness, gratitude, and sometimes even love. 
They used to flow here in the past.

Muddy River / 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

dawning / collaboration with Shawn Shackelford

Shawn Shackelford aka RENEGADE ANDROiD
https://soundcloud.com/renegadeandroid
Program, Keyboard, Rhythm, Glitch

Ryu
Guitar, Edit, Voice


ルール上は当たり前の、ゆるい手続きを、
装置なのに、裏切ってる。あるいは壊れた。

My worst dawning.
The wind was already dead.
The faded sunshine was bewildered, on my face.

理性だって歳をとって疲れている。
使い古した夢や理想じゃ届かないぐらいに。

My worst dawning.
The wind was already dead.
The faded sunshine was bewildered, on my face.

dawning / collaboration with Shawn Shackelford

I don't feel thirsty anymore.
Pains fade out little by little.
In a world without the need for words,
I'm trying to remember your name.

A man like a tumbleweed,
rolled in the sunlight and disappeared.


I seemed to lose my reason to live.
I don't like such a place.
Honey, how is the weather over there?
I hope you don't feel sad.

A man like a tumbleweed.
It's a very common existence.


Honey, I can't return there anymore.
Please don't say anything.
In a world without the need for memories,
I'm trying to remember your face.

A man like a tumbleweed,
rolled in the sunlight and disappeared.

A man like a tumbleweed.
It's a very common existence.

Like a tumbleweed

49days

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

That summoning technology whitch developed 
by chinses start-up has already become quite common.

49 days after you passed away.
We will be able to talk again.

That remarkable software was made from various spells.
They succeeded to modeling those.

49 days after you passed away.
It's said to be a pretty boring place.

The soul of a dead person was a kind of digital data.
It's a kind of data conversion.

49 days after you passed away.
The death became a little humorous thing.

49days / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

After all,it's the metaphysical fear that keeps us trapped.
There is a risk in everything and we are forced to take some risks.

Reverse rotation merry-go-round.
What's more,it's spinning at super speed.

Bad landline,so today I'm surpassing it out with a mobile hot-spot.
A wilderness are spread in front of my eyes.
In fact,it's the same hometown as always.

Reverse rotation merry-go-round.
Well, no one knows how to stop it.

I armed with a mask and go to 7-Eleven to get some foods.
It's a pleasant autumn day.The world appears to be at peace.

Reverse rotation merry-go-round.
What's more,it's spinning at super speed.

Reverse rotation merry-go-round.
Well, no one knows how to stop it.

Reverse rotation merry -go - round

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

Ryu.

Pinned to spotlight

Popular tracks