can't get enough / lyrics


僕らの秘密は、夜を越えて、
時間のひずみを揺るがすだろう。
かなりの時間を嘆き暮らし、
君の哀しみは枯れ果てるだろう。

失われた日々の輝きさえ、
言葉の泉に沈むのだろうし、
損なわれたものの貧しさだけ、
一人胸の奥で燃やすのだろう。

can't get enough, can't get enough.
言葉が足りない。
can't get enough, can't get enough.
何も伝わらないんだ。

酷い過ちを棚に上げて、
そのまま忘れてしまうのだろう。
怒りのブドウを搾りつくし、
素敵なジュースを作るのだろう。

can't get enough, can't get enough.
努力が足りない。
can't get enough, can't get enough.
どこへも行けないんだ。

繰り返す日々の単調さに、
食べることすらも忘れるだろうし、
食べ過ぎたぶんは蓄えられ、
哀しみとともに肉を揺らす。

can't get enough, can't get enough.
配慮が足りない。
can't get enough, can't get enough.
何も分からないんだ。

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can't get enough

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

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

I grow old, weak and foolish.
But I could only know the meaning of grief.
I'm looking for love in the fading memories.
But did such a thing really exist?

As sweet as hell and as dark as sin.
I'm sinking into the melted chocolate.

I'm sorry, my friend, but this's our destination.
Even if it's not as good as you had hoped.
We can't go somewhere else anymore.
Of course, there is the option to end it.

The sweet and disgusting scent of guilt.
I'm sinking into the melted chocolate.

Three o'clock in the morning is the time when 
we can talk to those who have passed away.

I sang and played the guitar to drown my guilt.
Like a street performer begging for a few coins.
This story is not easy to finish.
To go on forever is my punishment.

As sweet as hell and as dark as sin.
I'm sinking into the melted chocolate.

Chocolate

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

Park

That's where the U.S. military facility used to be.
Now called Peace Memorial Park by the locals.

We have used the word "peace" too easily.
I think in the park. I wonder if the world is at peace.

A number of contemporary sculptures are placed there.
When this country was rich, they used money in the wrong way.

We have always taken "peace" for granted.
I think in the park. What have we believed in?

Unfortunately, it rains today.　The park is quiet.
The bells at noon drive away the pigeons.

That's where the U.S. military facility used to be.
Will the military power of the past be needed again?

We have used the word "peace" too easily.
I think in the park. What have we believed in?

Park

Jellyfishes and silver moon


What spreads outside the window is not 
the night view but the universe.

It's hard to find meaning and hope in that.

Jellyfishes and silver moon.
Missiles shoot down constellations.


Before dawn, we saw the town burn to the ground.
There are pieces of love scattered all over.

The story continues without a narrator.

Jellyfishes and silver moon.
I dreamed that a temple builds in ruins.


People don't try to rely on a deity anymore.
Maybe they will congratulate the winner.

We've forgotten the meaning of the word justice.

Jellyfishes and silver moon.
Every dream will be a nightmare.

Jellyfishes and silver moon

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

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

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

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

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

Someday we will leave this place.
We must start preparing for it soon.
We have lived here for a long time, 
but the limit has already come.

To somewhere else or other era.
We have no one to say goodbye.

People are in conflict here 
in order to pursue each profit.
We are living in a world of capitalism, not democracy.

To somewhere else or other era.
We don't have much time for this.

We are not ashamed of running away.
We are not afraid to lose everything.

We can't yet decide where to go.
To a place with different rules.
The meaning of justice depends on the place.
We go looking for new morality.

To somewhere else or other era.
We can go to the future or the past.

To somewhere else or other era

Isolated / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

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

Two weeks from today, I can't go out anywhere.
The scenery outside the window is the same as always.
In the afternoon, a little fever seems to have set in.
And I have no appetite. But I'm sure I'll be fine.

I'm isolated from the world and I'm having a long dream.

I don't want to cause you any trouble, 
so I don't want you to come here.
If you feel lonely, we can use FaceTime to talk.
All I have here is a small PC, iPhone, and some books.
In this white room, I am losing all sense of time.

I'm isolated from the world and I'm terribly bored.

Will I ever be able to return to my old life?

Escaping from reality is what I'm allowed to do now.
I'm thinking about death. Like I have always done before.

Isolated / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

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

Ryu.

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