- 灰と栞 - (Hai to Shiori)
alternative rock, post-punk revival, raw male vocals, disillusioned, driving drums, angular guitar riffs, distorted bass, 148 BPM, Dm, dynamic shifts, tight mix, wide stereo, emotional tension, Sub-heavy bass design with distortion and harmonic richness, Heavily processed bass 808s with driving rhythm and deliberate clipping, Layered instrumental textures creating emotional depth through lofi elements, Intimate vocal delivery with subtle lo-fi processing and natural artifacts preserved, Melodic vocal lines blending rap and melodic singing, Organic instrument samples (guitars, pianos) processed through digital effects creating hybrid tones, Spacious reverb on specific elements creating emotional distance and scale, Strategic use of silence and negative space for emotional impact, Dynamic automation creating build and release cycles, Saturated master bus for warmth despite digital elements, Hard-panned ear candy maintaining listener engagement, Field recordings subtly mixed to create
- 灰と栞 - (Hai to Shiori)
alternative rock, post-punk revival, raw male vocals, disillusioned, driving drums, angular guitar riffs, distorted bass, 148 BPM, Dm, dynamic shifts, tight mix, wide stereo, emotional tension, Sub-heavy bass design with distortion and harmonic richness, Heavily processed bass 808s with driving rhythm and deliberate clipping, Layered instrumental textures creating emotional depth through lofi elements, Intimate vocal delivery with subtle lo-fi processing and natural artifacts preserved, Melodic vocal lines blending rap and melodic singing, Organic instrument samples (guitars, pianos) processed through digital effects creating hybrid tones, Spacious reverb on specific elements creating emotional distance and scale, Strategic use of silence and negative space for emotional impact, Dynamic automation creating build and release cycles, Saturated master bus for warmth despite digital elements, Hard-panned ear candy maintaining listener engagement, Field recordings subtly mixed to create
Lyrics
作詞 gaga-.-maru
正しさを並べて歩いた あの角を曲がればもう知らない街
引き出しの奥に仕舞い込んだ言い訳が 埃を被っていく
約束を破る手つきで 煙草に火を点けた午前三時
こうやって自分の影を踏んで立ち止まるんだ もう何度目だろう
灰になれたら楽だろう それでもまだ
形を保っていたいなんて 馬鹿みたいだ
嘘を重ねて棚の上 崩れ落ちても拾わないさ 嫌 ずっと信じていた正解を
捨てて朝の隅 立ち尽くして動けないな 否 笑い飛ばして灰になれ
栞を挟んだページは もう二度と開かない物語
あなたが残した余白に僕は何も書けないまま ただ老いていく
黙って座っていた あの窓際の席がまだ空いてる
そうやって誰かの不在で世界の輪郭を知るんだろう
灰になれない重さだけ 抱えたまま
それでも朝が来るなんて 残酷だな
嘘を重ねて棚の上 崩れ落ちても戻れないさ 嫌 日に日に薄れていた確信を
捨てて朝の隅 許し合って何になるんだ 否 笑い飛ばして灰になれ
きっとわかっていた 積み上げるなんて無駄だって
ずっと怖かっただけ ほらね 更地の方が清々しい
そうだろう 何も残らない事が答えなのに
嘘を重ねて棚の上 崩れ落ちてもう構わないさ 嫌 最初から無かった事にして
叫んで朝の隅 傷つけ合って終わりにしよう 否 哂い合って灰になれ
もう何度目だろう
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- Hai to Shiori -
Lyrics by gaga-.-maru
Walking with righteousness lined up, I turn that corner and find myself in a city I no longer know.
The excuses I tucked away in the back of the drawer are only gathering dust.
With the same practiced hand used for breaking promises, I light a cigarette at 3:00 AM.
Standing still, stepping on my own shadow like this—I wonder how many times it’s been now.
If I could just turn to ash, it would be so much easier.
Yet, wanting to maintain my form nonetheless—it's pathetic, really.
Stacking lies upon the shelf, I won't pick them up even if they tumble down. No—the "correct answer" I believed in for so long,
I'll cast it away in the corner of the morning. Standing frozen, unable to move. No—just laugh it off and turn to ash.
The page with the bookmark is a story that will never be opened again.
In the blank space you left behind, I can't write a single word; I just grow old.
Sitting in silence, that window seat is still vacant.
That’s how we learn the contours of the world—through someone’s absence.
Still clutching nothing but the weight of being unable to turn to ash,
The fact that morning comes anyway is just cruel.
Stacking lies upon the shelf, I can't go back even if they tumble down. No—the conviction that faded day by day,
I'll cast it away in the corner of the morning. What’s the point in forgiving each other? No—just laugh it off and turn to ash.
I’m sure I knew all along that building things up was futile.
I was just scared the whole time. See? A vacant lot is much more refreshing.
Isn't it? Even though "leaving nothing behind" is the only answer.
Stacking lies upon the shelf, I don't care anymore even if they tumble down. No—just pretend it never existed from the start.
Screaming in the corner of the morning, let’s end this by hurting each other. No—let's sneer together and turn to ash.
I wonder how many times it’s been now.