Ryu.

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

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

Chrome roses

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

Rain is falling on our town and bouncing all over the place.
No one knows when it will end. The situation is getting worse.
The fire eventually closes in on the church and envelops the town.
We have no one to pray to anymore.

Chrome roses bloom everywhere, and the world emits a dazzling light.

I was going to run away if something like this happened.
But in reality, there was nowhere to run.
We gradually lose our sense of reality.
The world has entered an age of absurdity.

Chrome roses bloom everywhere, and the world emits a dazzling light.

It could be an eternity, or it could be a moment.
Anyway, The meaning of the word "future" has changed.
We will continue to live as the dead.
Or continue to die as the living.

Chrome roses bloom everywhere, and the world emits a dazzling light.

Chrome roses / 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

Even though the war is still going on, car commercials are still playing on TV.
Soon the snow will cover everything, the houses, the new cars, the dead soldiers.

Merry Christmas,Merry Christmas to Moscow.
It is very cold here tonight.

The sorrow of those who are killed and the pain of those who kill.
I am watching images of towns being destroyed by missiles on TV.

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to Moscow.
Who are you praying for tonight?

One day the war will end, but the rules of the world will also change.
My friends, where on earth do you want to go?
Will we ever laugh together again?

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to Moscow.
The stars are so beautiful tonight.

merry christmas to moscow

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

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

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Ryu.

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