Ryu.

We don't even look up at the sky.
The wind is blowing in a town.
I hurry on a deserted street corner.
Most stores are closed now.

The weather forecast tells us about a crappy future.
It's going to rain, or it's going to snow.

We've pulled in something worse than war.
No one had any bad intentions.
TV news lost interest in this topic.
Only the numbers they tell us.

The weather forecast tells us about a silly future.
It's going to be cold, or it's going to be warm.

Anyway,we have to prepare for the winter.
Spring should come eventually.
My glasses fog up because of a mask.
I see the world in a hazy way.

The weather forecast tells us about a wicked future.
It could be worse, or it could be worst.

The weather forecast

Days of entropy / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

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

Days of entropy. It's all heading for chaos.
Days of entropy. We are all in turmoil.

It was two o'clock in the morning
and not much snow had fallen.
A quiet New Year's Day greeted us.
In a different mean than before.

It seems that order always breaks down
and heat is always lost.

Days of entropy. It's all heading for chaos.
Days of entropy. We are all in turmoil.

I hardly ever leave the house anymore.
All my work is done on the Web.
Will this state of affairs become the norm?
Will we start to evolve in some strange way?

The changes are unpredictable
and the situation seems to be getting worse.

Days of entropy. It's all heading for chaos.
Days of entropy. We are all in turmoil.

Days Of Entropy / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

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

Lovers under martial law

A heavy cloud hangs over the town in the afternoon.
There is trashy music playing in a chain coffee shop.
The bored-looking lovers don't talk anything. 
They're just looking at one's own screens.

Lovers under martial law. The time seems infinite.
They are smiling and waiting for the end of the world.

In the city, many people wear masks to protect 
themselves from the fires of war.
The future they dream of is quite uncertain.
Where will we be standing when this disaster is over?

Lovers under martial law. They're overconfident.
They are smiling and waiting for the end of the world.

Sandwiches were gone, and coffees had a cold.
But the lovers don't care about that at all.
It's almost curfew, so people are hurrying home.
TV news is reporting a growing war front.

Lovers under martial law. They don't care about the time.
They are smiling and waiting for the end of the world.

Lovers under martial law

Like a man who refuses to wear a mask.


For the good of the world, or just common sense.
I also don't like that kind of totalitarianism.

But we have the problem of infectious diseases.

Like a man who refuses to wear a mask.

I have very few friends and I don't like to go out.
But I'm also tired of being alone.

Politics is involved in new drugs, after all.

Like a man who refuses to wear a mask.

You rebellious people, I can understand that.
You feel like you're the only one who's having a bad day.

It's a world first. All of humanity feels the same way.

Like a man who refuses to wear a mask.
Like a man who doesn't like to wear a mask.

Like a man who refuses to wear a mask

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