掘って、掘って
Underground Minimal Techno, Deep House, Dark Pop, BPM: 118, heavy sub-bass, metallic percussion, clicking sounds, dry and crisp drums, lo-fi texture, claustrophobic but groovy, surreal atmosphere, playful yet dark, high-pitched breathy female vocalist, whispered rap, mechanical vocal delivery, moonlit underground, starts with muffled digging sounds and builds to a hypnotic groove
掘って、掘って
Underground Minimal Techno, Deep House, Dark Pop, BPM: 118, heavy sub-bass, metallic percussion, clicking sounds, dry and crisp drums, lo-fi texture, claustrophobic but groovy, surreal atmosphere, playful yet dark, high-pitched breathy female vocalist, whispered rap, mechanical vocal delivery, moonlit underground, starts with muffled digging sounds and builds to a hypnotic groove
Lyrics
おめめは退化して
太陽の光刺さって
暗い穴ぐら潜った私は
ときどき頭がごっつんこ
土の下には神様が埋まってる
そう言えば掘れる気がした
どっちでも同じか
(Ho-tte Ho-tte)
穴掘って、掘って、掘って
潜って、掘って、掘って、掘って
爪が傷んだら
休めると思って
その先冷たい？冷たいの
それでも手が動く
トン・ツー・ツー
応答じゃなくて合図だった
ザクザクザクザク土の音
昨日の空気を肺に詰め込んで
吸って吐いて吐いて吐いたら
吐く息足りない
隣から音がする？
こだまだけ
(Ho-tte Ho-tte)
穴掘って、掘って、掘って
潜って、掘って、掘って、掘って
爪が傷んだら
休めると思って
歌いながら石を背負って
一つ多く数えて
一つ少なく息をした
穴掘って、掘って、掘って
戻らず、掘って、掘って、掘って
爪が傷んでも
休んだふりして
その先冷たい？冷たいよ
それでも空気探して
笑ってみても口が埋まって
泥泥ドロドロ土の色
自分を埋めたくて掘って
息を吐いて掘って
生きた日を数えて
いち、
にー…
🕳️🕳️🕳️
My eyes have faded out
Sunlight stabs, no doubt
Deep inside this hole I found
Sometimes my head goes bump
God is buried underground, they say
Felt like I could dig today
Guess it's all the same.
(Digging, Digging)
Just dig, and dig, and dig
Go deep, and dig, and dig, and dig
If my nails break and split
Maybe then I can quit
Is it cold down there? So cold.
Still, my hands won't fold
Dot... Dash... Dash...
Not an answer, just a flash
Crunch, crunch, the soil’s sound
Filling lungs with yesterday's air underground
Inhale, exhale, exhale, exhale
Not enough breath to prevail
A noise next door?
Just an echo's trail
(Digging, Digging)
Just dig, and dig, and dig
Go deep, and dig, and dig, and dig
If my nails break and split
Maybe then I can quit
Singing with a stone on my back
Count one more, keep track
Breathe one less, fade to black
Just dig, and dig, and dig
No return, dig, and dig, and dig
Even if my nails are torn
Pretend I'm not worn
Is it cold down there? So cold.
Still, searching for air to hold
Try to smile, mouth fills with clay
Mushy, slushy, gray decay
Want to bury myself, so I dig
Exhale and dig
Count the days I lived
One,
two...