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

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

She bites her lip and stands on a street corner.
Explosions and sirens. The living and the dead.

The war is being broadcast live around the world.

I have lunch and go shopping at the market.
There is everyday life here and not there.

I may never forget March 2022.

I wonder, are you OK? You and them both.
Why did it happen that no one wanted?

A TV camera focuses on a burnt teddy bear.
Has the world order changed again now?

The protesters' voices will not reach the battlefield.

She bites her lip and stands on a street corner.
Explosions and sirens. The living and the dead.

She bites her lip

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

If the metal used to treat a tooth happens to be of a particular composition,it is said that it reacts with saliva and may receive broadcast radio waves.

The radio in my head keeps talking.
It works similarly to an ore radio.

The audio received in this way is conducted through the teeth to the forehead bone and sounds in the head like a radio.
This is a very rare phenomenon, but.

The radio in my head keeps talking. 
It's not you that's crazy, it's the world.

My wife is suspicious of my behavior.
All I want to do is protect you.

Too much information has been pouring out of the radio in my head these past few days.
It is hard to determine what is true but it's easy to choose what I want to believe.

The radio in my head keeps talking. 
It works similarly to an ore radio.

Radio Radio

Thursday morning was a beautiful day and we had breakfast at a cafe.
We didn't have much to talk about, so we ate our meal without much words.

She is a friend of my friend.
I don't know her well.
She certainly has a nice smile, though.

Even though the weather is so nice, the war is still going on.
The world is in crisis, yet we are spending awkward time in a cafe.

She is a friend of my friend.
I don't know her well.
We will probably never fall in love.

For a long time, I haven't had many friends.
Perhaps that is because I'm an unpleasant guy.

We at least say hello, but we are not interested in each other.
She probably has no interest in this war.
For me, that's enough already.

She is a friend of my friend.
I don't know her well.
She certainly has a nice smile, though.

She is a friend of my friend.
I don't know her well.
We will probably never fall in love.

friend of my friend

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

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

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

sample and hold

Music / Ryu
Words / Ryu, James Douglas, Shawn Shackelford

Just like a "sample and hold".
We're dancing around the ruin.

指を試すように伸ばし、見慣れない夜を侵した。
欲望はたぶん、知らない。試みることに委ねる。
きみは理由を待たずに、記録的飛躍をうながす。    

Just like a "sample and hold".
We're dancing around the ruin.

不確かな未来ばかり、僕たちは選んでいる。
僕は欲望を憎み、きみを抱きしめて祈った。
優しくなれない夜には、秘密の在り処を明かそう。

愛は、これぐらいだっけ？
試して、抱きしめている。
Just like a "sample and hold".
We're dancing around the ruin.

sample and hold

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

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

White moon

Tonight, a star fell and destroyed a town into tiny pieces.
People slipped down history and headed for the abyss.
Politicians talk about territory, and investors talk 
about profit.
The soldiers talk about their bad luck, and the citizens could say nothing more.

A white moon is visible in the southeast.
It's not often visible in the daytime, but it's there.

The basement is not a very comfortable place.
It's dark, damp and cold, but at least it's safe.
People are waiting for their doom while sipping on cold soup.
There is someone thinking about the down jacket they left at home.

A white moon is visible in the southeast.
It's not often visible in the daytime, but it's there.

A song to celebrate someone's birthday.
It's resounding with a roar.
Terrible feedback noises.

Everyone has their own goals and probably their own opinions.
But I can't understand those at all, and I'm only watching the TV news.
With the latest technology, even wars can be broadcast live.
We can enjoy it from the comfort of our own homes.

A white moon is visible in the southeast.
It's not often visible in the daytime, but it's there.

The world was supposed to be saved when a baby boy was born tonight.

white moon

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

Life, like on Mars

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

We're staying to this shelter, searching for information.
It's full of dangers we can't imagine out there.
In order to survive, we need more information.
We don't really know much about this planet.

Life, like on Mars. I t's so quiet here.
Just a strong wind is blowing.

We go out once every few weeks to get the supplies we need.
No one knows how long we will be able to get food and energy.
We'll never be able to use the word "boring daily life" again.
We probably won't be able to go back to the way things were.

Life, like on Mars. Can you hear me?
This is the perfect place for an astronaut.

We'll investigate and develop this planet.
This is where a new culture and economy is needed.

Organisms evolve in harsh environments.
We must adapt to this planet and become new creatures.
We can solve the problems of the past and create a new world.
We probably won't be able to go back to the way things were.

Life, like on Mars. It's so quiet here.
Just a strong wind is blowing.

Life, like on Mars / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

Days are floating like liquid

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

Time is flowing at a strange speed.
We don't even know when now.
Early summer sunshine in a deserted city.
Life like a dozing in a storm.

Days are floating like liquid.
No one knows where it will wash up.

In a way, it's very peaceful days.
Factories, banks, and wars, everything is off.
All we know is that the numbers are growing.
And maybe one day I'll be a part of it.

Days are floating like liquid.
A view like  I've seen in my dream

Let us pray for the souls of the victims.
But this could be a great chance for something.
I'm reminded of P. K. D's novels.
Life goes on after despair too.

Days are floating like liquid.
Days are floating like liquid.

Days are floating like liquid / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

In many cases, crime is a means, not an purpose.
If conditions had been different, the murder might not have happened.

My head is in the clouds this afternoon.
I can't keep up with our new normal.

Under certain conditions, we may tolerate violence.
Our nation has a police as a device for violence.

My head is in the clouds this afternoon.
Will I be able to return to work?

Discrimination in many ways is never going to go away.
Is it possible to include all people in the word "we"?

My head is in the clouds this afternoon.
I can't keep up with our new normal.

My head is in the clouds this afternoon.
Am I the same person as before?

In the clouds

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

Ryu.

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