He doesn't realize that he is alone.
Repeating his daily life is all he does.
He has family and friends of course, 
but no one really understands him.

We're quietly spending our remaining days.
Like the people in Edward Hopper's paintings.

She doesn't consider herself to be mediocre.
Neither fashion nor luxury is making her happy.
She was beautiful and rich in her own way, 
but those things are almost gone now.

We're silently spending our remaining days.
Like the people in Edward Hopper's paintings.

The world is waiting for us to disappear
from this town and turn it into a beautiful ruin.

I'm not even sure where I am right now.
In the mirror, there's an old stranger.
I'm worried about the future, 
but I'm probably too old to make any changes.

We're meekly spending our remaining days.
Like the people in Edward Hopper's paintings.

Hopper's paintings

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Night mutant

I won't melt even if I get wet in the rain.
My job is to investigate the night streets.
When the rain finally stops and the sun rises, 
my day at last comes to an end.

No one knows the night mutant.
There's no problem with that.

It seems autumn is about to arrive.
The city smells like something is dying.
It is not loneliness, much less sadness.
I'm just watching as time passes by.

No one knows the night mutant.
It's as if it doesn't exist.

I 'm a creature designed by someone for a specific purpose.

I won't break even when exposed to the sun.
I just don't want to confuse people.
Lately, it's been noisy even at night.
I don't get bored as much anymore.

No one knows the night mutant.
It is not even recorded.

Night mutant

The shop with no entrance

Even in a city I've lived in for years, there are still many streets I've never seen.
Walking aimlessly, I find myself lost and realize I've wandered far.

Houses and shops stretch on and on.
There, people I don't know live quietly.

It seems like the year will be over soon.
It certainly wasn't a good one.
There was war, there were disasters, and accidents occurred.
And I grew another year older.

The elderly are resilient in the face of sorrow.
People get used to anything and everything.

The shop with no entrance, Christmas decorations.
This world is such a place.

There aren't many places I want to go or people I want to see anymore.
My world keeps getting smaller and smaller.
I don't consider it lonely.

In this town, it hasn't snowed yet this year.
I think of those who are suffering the cold.

The shop with no entrance, Christmas decorations.
This world is such a place.

The shop with no entrance

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

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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