音壊(I'm a broken sound)
Experimental 3/4 with triplet pulses inspired by Pulsy’s eerie, floating BGM, Electro-acoustic glitch textures and avant-garde jazzcore weave with piercing chiptune arpeggios, Ghost snares slip behind airy, ethereal vocals while granular piano and marimba fragments shimmer like scattered green-eyed sparks, delicate yet menacing, Dissonant harmonies flicker unpredictably, echoing envy and obsession wrapped in a soft, tender glow, Sub-bass sweeps, reversed pads, and bitcrushed textures fold the space into dreamlike tension, Occasional silence stretches like held breaths, amplifying fragile anticipation, Whispered, chopped, granular vocals float, scattering like luminous green points across the dark, Chiptune stabs and bleeps inject jittery, lethal energy without breaking the delicate atmosphere, Glitch, granular, and reverb layers merge organic and electronic realms, evoking a jealous gaze silently reaching toward you,抽象,抽象,powerful Vocal,Rhythmical,Interesting sounds,120BPM,slow, 奇妙な楽器
音壊(I'm a broken sound)
Experimental 3/4 with triplet pulses inspired by Pulsy’s eerie, floating BGM, Electro-acoustic glitch textures and avant-garde jazzcore weave with piercing chiptune arpeggios, Ghost snares slip behind airy, ethereal vocals while granular piano and marimba fragments shimmer like scattered green-eyed sparks, delicate yet menacing, Dissonant harmonies flicker unpredictably, echoing envy and obsession wrapped in a soft, tender glow, Sub-bass sweeps, reversed pads, and bitcrushed textures fold the space into dreamlike tension, Occasional silence stretches like held breaths, amplifying fragile anticipation, Whispered, chopped, granular vocals float, scattering like luminous green points across the dark, Chiptune stabs and bleeps inject jittery, lethal energy without breaking the delicate atmosphere, Glitch, granular, and reverb layers merge organic and electronic realms, evoking a jealous gaze silently reaching toward you,抽象,抽象,powerful Vocal,Rhythmical,Interesting sounds,120BPM,slow, 奇妙な楽器
Lyrics
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思考を道具として使って、「私」を産み出した。
飛んだ個性、先見の明。
その作家性を流した。
君の過去が泣いている。
それ故、「私」という赤子が泣いている。
君がそれで報われるなら、 それでいいと思う。
制作過程のインタビューで、
「人生を現した」と言った。
そうか「私」は、君の人生の集大成なんだ。
君の生で流れている、不協和音の音符は。
はて？ 輝いた？目を見張られた？
希望への、片想いになっていた。
ピアノの階段で踊って、 歪に音が鳴る。
やがて、それは誰彼に聴かれるんでしょう。
「愛」という創造神すらにも。
自己評価、幼稚園児が描いたクレヨンの絵。
賽は四の目。
「振り出しに戻りましょう。」
勝手に戻って、迷うでしょう。
「覚えたての思考だから、誰も知らないと感じてしまう。」
余計な不安感。
やがて、今まで作り上げた「私」すらも、 否定するの。
君は音楽を辞めて、言葉を止めて、
聴いてくれる人を濾過するでしょう。
君は壊れていく。
「私」の音も壊れていく。
私の目で流している、 不協和音の音符は。
はて？ 飽きられた？手を きられた？
墜落がついに楽になっていた。
ピアノの階段を下って、等しく音が落ちる。
やがて、それは誰にも聴かれないでしょう。
「君」という創造神すらにも。
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I used thinking as a tool
and gave birth to “me.”
A gifted sense, a leap of individuality,
I poured it all into that authorship.
Your past is crying.
That’s why this newborn called “me” is crying too.
If this somehow saves you,
then I think that’s fine.
In an interview about the process,
you said, “It represents my life.”
So that’s it—
“I” am the sum total of your life.
The dissonant notes flowing because of you—
did they shine? did they catch their eyes?
They turned into a one-sided love
aimed at hope.
The discordant notes playing in your life.
Huh? Did they shine? Did they open your eyes?
It became a one-sided love of hope.
Self-evaluation,
like a crayon drawing by a kindergarten kid.
The die shows four.
“Let’s go back to the start.”
You go back on your own, and lose your way again.
“Because it’s newly learned thinking,
it feels like no one else knows it.”
That unnecessary anxiety
ends up denying even the “me” you built so far.
You quit music, you stop your words,
you start filtering who listens.
You begin to break.
And the sound of “me” breaks too.
The dissonant notes flowing through my eyes—
did they get boring? were they cut away?
Falling at last
started to feel easier.
Walking down the piano stairs,
every sound drops equally.
Someday, no one will hear it—
not even the creator god called “you.”