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Shower

warm

dosii

lovememore.

echo

the one exists in my memories (Remake Version)

GAUSSIAN

MIMI

Ichiko Aoba with 12 Ensemble (Live at Milton Court)

Hello - live at Milton Court, London, 2022

A cold rain is falling on the city in December.
In a bustling arcade, sound of the rain never stops.
BGM of the Christmas songs have been repeating for quite a while.
I stood still under the memory of a shared umbrella.
A crowd of people on the paved road are passing each other.
Where do they come from and where do they go back to?
This evening I'm going to spend an easygoing relaxing weekend,
In order to forget about you.
 
A poinsettia and cotton snow.
White windows and stars are the imitations in vain.
I want to play a boring movie on the TV, a substitute for a kerosene lamp
and sleep for as long as I feel like it.
My one room apartment swells with my sigh.
I feel like everything is going far away.
This evening I'm going to spend an easygoing relaxing weekend,
In order to forget everything.
 
I'm in a dark room where no one knows or cares.
As it is, I will shut my curtains
I will be in my dreams where no one knows.

Weekend - Lamp 👽

Night Train

autumn

sunrise.mp3

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, drums.


“Ship of Fools” is a lyrical voyage into the heart of human delusion. Its verses paint a surreal picture: a creaking ship, adrift with “no compass, no anchor, no shore in sight.” The crew, lost in hollow laughter and tangled lies, dances “in circles, round and round,” chasing a horizon that offers no joy. The song’s tone is mournful, almost ghostly, with lines like “the waves, they whisper, they call us home / but we’re too far gone, too far to roam” tugging at the soul. It’s not about one person or one failure—it’s about all of us, those moments when we cling to broken dreams or deny the truths staring us in the face.The song’s power lies in its universality. It doesn’t name names or point fingers; it invites us to see ourselves in the “splintered deck” and the fading moonlight. Whether it’s a career we chased too long, a belief we couldn’t let go, or a relationship we knew was sinking, we’ve all boarded a ship of fools at some point. The repetitive chorus—“lost at sea, where no truth is found”—drives home the cyclical nature of our missteps, yet its poetic cadence makes the journey feel almost beautiful in its tragedy.






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