Name: だんだん犬になる / Dandan inu ni naru / Gradually turning into a dog - mass by SEi 4.0
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: https://youtu.be/RZWuRClf7BA?si=5iuORegXYkzD28Fk

IT'S SO PEAK WHY IS THIS SONG STILL NOT POPULAR??

behind the 5 yen coin is a migraine of fading consciousness

I do NOT own this in any way. All rights and credit go toward PinocchioP.

Nee Nee Nee. (ねぇねぇねぇ。) by PinocchioP feat. Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin

Nulut's channel: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCTpvP62LES9r-5xyxZBsUWg
video: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3sEptl-psU0&feature=youtu.be

Nulut ft. Flower - Lower One's Eyes [ロウワ―]

Streaming / Download:
https://linkco.re/VT9XYV6A?lang=en

Watch it on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XehRIb81k8

Music by: NAKISO (なきそ)
Vocals by: Kaai Yuki (歌愛ユキ)
Illustration by: Sameshima Nuri e (鮫島ぬりえ)

DOKUZU

NAKISO - DOKUZU / ド屑 (Feat. Kaai Yuki)

Original video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5_0NPftdlY

Made by masarada.

㋰責任集合体／重音テトSV / マサラダ

original- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaSJ4t2ITW8

Bake no Hana-NAKISO (ft.hatsune miku)  化けの花  初音ミク-なきそ

https://youtu.be/RZWuRClf7BA?si=5iuORegXYkzD28Fk

だんだん犬になる / Dandan inu ni naru / Gradually turning into a dog - mass

東京ドーム素晴らしかったね。

【Respect Remix】巡ループ (Meguloop) / Perfume

[Lyrics] (Verse 1 didn't fit due to the character limit...)

Night patrol, an alleyway, a raid gone wrong,
Gunfire echoes, then it’s strangely gone.
In the rubble of a broken stall,
Someone’s dinner spills and rolls to all.

On one side, olives and a pita wrap,
On the other, hummus in a dented pan.
Falafel balls in a paper bag,
Still warm in the trembling hand of a man.

A soldier stoops to pick one up,
A fighter hesitates, then does the same.
For half a breath the war falls silent,
As both reach out for the same small grain.

He thinks,
“What is this? It tastes like home.”
He stares across at the stranger made of stone.
They’re chewing the same spice, the same fried bread,
While orders of hatred ring in their heads.

“What if we’re not so different, after all?
What if this border is just a wall?”
For one strange moment in the dust and smoke,
They taste the truth their leaders never spoke.

A week later in a shattered street,
An Israeli soldier sets his rifle at his feet.
Opposite him, a weary fighter stands,
Shaking, but with empty hands.

“I’m tired of hating while my stomach cries,”
He says in a voice that barely survives.
“Sit,” says the other, “just for a while—
I brought some falafel, it’s not much, but… share this mile.”

Word spreads quiet through the broken ranks,
Men slip forward from both angry flanks.
Commanders scream into radios and phones,
But hunger is louder than patriotic tones.

The captains rage, “Get back in line!
You’re drinking poison from the enemy’s wine!”
But helmets come off, and shoulders drop,
And one by one, the soldiers stop.

They pass the plates where the bullets flew,
Trading bread like something new.
If sharing food is treason here,
Then let this treason drown our fear.

Someone laughs, “This is dry as sand,
You cook like my uncle, with his shaking hands.”
Another grins, “My mother burns it worse,
But she swears it’s blessed, says it’s a curse.”

They talk of sisters, sons, and wives,
Of soccer games and ordinary lives.
“Back home we eat this after prayer,”
“Back home my father ran a little square.”

For a moment, tanks and flags grow thin,
As childhood kitchens flood back in.
The front line blurs, the slogans melt,
Replaced by simple things they’ve felt.

Falafel in their tired hands,
War dissolving like salt in sand.
“Tell me what you love, not what you’re told to hate,
Tell me what you miss beyond this gate.”

Laughter rises where the gunfire burned,
Names get traded, stories turned.
On this small patch of broken ground,
They find a language deeper than the battle sound.

Why do we bleed for colors on a map,
For ancient words we barely can unwrap?
If you can sit and share the bread I make,
Why must the morning bring another wake?

Bring your spices, I’ll bring mine,
Let’s trade recipes instead of battle lines.
If we can argue over whose sauce is best,
We might forget whose flag is “blessed.”

Call it naïve, call it blind,
Say I don’t “understand the times.”
Say “You don’t know politics,
You can’t fix this with a meal and a wish.”

Maybe so. Maybe I’m a fool.
But if every other plan just feeds the fuel,
Then somewhere between the grief and the gun,
A shared hot meal is where it’s begun.

Lay down the metal, just for a while,
Pick up a sandwich, offer a smile.
No treaties signed, no flags unfurled—
Just two hands trading bread in a broken world.

Falafel for falafel, palm to palm,
Spice over smoke, and oil over bomb.
If peace has a taste on this wounded ground,
It’s chickpeas, garlic—
and a life turned around.

Falafel

うみなおし (uminaoshi): MARETU
vocals used: Hatsune Miku

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だんだん犬になる / Dandan inu ni naru / Gradually turning into a dog - mass

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