Fuyu Yasumi

Lost in the wifi room

Community room

I ain't sippin' tea bro

Burned up my pack

In the darts club wasted on shochu

I'll pay your bills right

You'll feel ashamed

Bitch better have my money

Waiting for the night

Meet up at Hachikō's

Plant mentality in a stone-cold city

Whatever feeds on my reserves

Still leave you gobsmacked

When you watch me stack

Dr. Pepper/ONI_HP restore sand.witch

You won't remember won't remember

Fat old cops not even searching me

Fuck 'em worldwide for not checking me

Bag's empty just wanna waste your time

Upskirt there's a kick and nice underpants

Play loud play loud play loud

Leave you sleeping in the loop-train

While I'm powering in the loop-strain

Hoop life on these fakes deep in loop life

Loom to your face cause I'm so beauty full

Then I leave the place retaining my bed

Sweet dreams about the plants sweet dreams about the plants

I'll go back to my friend I'll go back to my bitch

Return to Dreamland Final Smash in Heaven

Forgot What To Write About

snakes up ladders climbing social stairs to uneven

kitty channeling the fears of her friends for the sake of her empire

round and round like a cloud, round and round like a sword

feirce deity i'll go vaping and surfing in my head

playing guitar to the most awesome audience, ghost crowd

crowdfunding the crowdsurfing to live the life to live the dream

head first in the grass eat the grass smoke the grass then hit it

you have, the most, beautiful, dress, beautiful, below the ankle, and above it

i, i love yer brain

bottle the water pack up the rice, sell them together for a nice offer

that's a price that's a subwoofer, wendy's let me down but hey that's the game

piano bar on a boat with a woman singing when a woman's jumping

tell me about it, when you question me about it, you're not looking for answers

make a girl out of me

momowu - échec

Vocalvoid

Your voice I hear in the distance is as pretty as a synthesized melody,

It sounds as fake as the singing of a robot boxed to be sold in conventions,

When I look at you, what is to be found behind the screen? 

Is there anything making up for the mirage?

When you enter a new area, it's imperceptibly lead by a musical theme, previously unheard of you,

Comma comma comma

I'm not soft, nobody is. All this smoke... I smoke...

When I look at you, what do you have for response, for me?

Even a single whisker projects shadow

A tooth knocking against a nail

I need anything, we need anything, to hold on to... in every physical, spiritual, thought, object

And maybe I want you to talk about galaxies, maybe I want you to draw girls with dicks

Because girls have dicks, dicks have girls, you know you don't have to define further, when you have

Fuck me with your dick of a girl

Make a joke, because you can, because it doesn't affect you, because nobody sees you, nobody seizes

I can't take it when I see you at the store, I want to go back to assure you're here, to avoid your being

I want to eat.

I want to have a beer and masturbate and listen to headphones-music while I'm falling asleep

I want to download mp3 music files as a repetitive simple mechanical desperate habit 

claiming it is political statement

Some I'_ll do, Some I dont'

It closes at 11pm

Eleven is a number I underestimated

Void

I don't believe in void

House Lyrics

Lorsque le curseur se déplace, le titre change de couleur
You feel like the saxophone in this song
Cœur contrebasse contre mon cœur
Tu m’écœures

Tempo reflects percussion
Cushion for layers of sound
Mixed as the feelings I get when I'm here,
Parterre de morts t'atteignent quand c'est toi qu'ils teignent

Couleur couleur quand tu t'effondres sur mon mur
Quand tu tombes comme une tombe sur mon matelas dur
Le temps figé quand ta fine robe roule comme la vague
Vague...

Burgerpants...
I'll come to you with the remix
I'll come to you with the download
I don't know man

I don't know man,
I'm telling you, I'm telling you
I don't know man,
I'm telling you, no telling you
I don't know man,
I'm telling you, I'm telling
I'm no woman,
Circular wax, I'm telling you
Rotate that shit


Club




Cub





Curb



Enthousiaste ecclésiaste toute la baiserie
Pédéraste envoie chier toute la niaiserie
J'espère que j'ai tort j'espère que j'ai tort
J'espère que j'ai tort d’espérer
Quand ça fait bouger l'accent hé ho hé

Et tu sens ma bite

Je la sens ma bite, à trois sans soixante degrés

Et je fais durer

Et je fais tourner tourner tourner
Le disque sur le socle le disque sur le socle
DJ DJ DJ YUNG DJ
Passe ton morceau préféré

Et il fait durer

Continue 

Faire ou ne pas faire, il n'y a pas de question (Noël au KFC)

Boner
My stomach hurts
Drank too much sake
I ate the ghosts  of the slaved chickens
À Noël dernier 
Je t'ai donné mon cœur
Mais le très jour d'après
Tu l'as refourgué
Cette année
Pour me sauver des larmes
Je ne le donnerais à personne de spécial
Large Pepsi
The KFC
Makes me want to cry
Down the HKE
-Try to talk
Try to exchange
What do you get
When you get wet
Tomorrow
Still won't forget.

Cute Girls!Italics/Say 'Fuck You' In Your Seifuku

Cute girls walking
Cute girls walking
Cute girls walking together back from school
Lively girls
They hold something
They hold something I'm looking for
They hold something we're all looking for
The boys are cute too I guess right
But I'm not looking at them
I'm not thinking about them
Why is that, right
They already know so much
Leaned against something
It's so early in the day but darkness makes you
Feel its weight and you share your
Thoughts about something to someone
It's only about sharing it and being able to
And not even the fact that it's a question or
That there's not an answer or
That there never will be one
Cute girls
Cute girls
Sweet music
You let me dive in your presence
You aknowledge a presence
I will never dare
I will never dare
Don't they ever dare
Cute girls
Cold outside
Guitar slide

Marcher dans la Rue

marcher dans la rue

avancer, remarquer ta tenue

chercher à regarder sous ta jupe

posée sur ton vélo

tu avances dans la rue

ne pas penser à ce qui se passe dessus

marcher dans la rue

déteste le temps

transpirer, penser à tuer le temps

me voilà dans la rue

tu n'y es plus mais je suis dans la rue

j'ai mal au ventre à cause de mes abus

marcher dans la rue

quand tu me fixes j'imagine que je te tue

quand je te fixe j'imagine que je te tue

je t'imagine cul nu

partout ça pue 

quand je marche dans la rue

je ne m'arrête plus

de marcher dans la rue

Non-Fiction

It's not my place

I will stay where I'm supposed to

Didn't took me that long to fully realize

That grass would never feel greener elsewhere

Now I'm here

Didn't took me that long to fully realize

That I was willing to act same way as you

That I would selfishly fabricate the two

Funny thing is it's exact way I would pop

Exact reason now I'm here

Why is that not what I want

I refuse to be what I hate the most

I refuse to be what I don't want to

As simple as that

So I will not steal you from where you're supposed to

Will do same as always did; never failed

Blessed to not have you and in peace with myself

I love myself even in death when I hate myself

Born from you, purer than anything I'd experience

So proud to not have any answers about anything

So proud to testify I am the witness of Time

For that I can eat five meals a day or i can not eat

Golden poop on the top of the sacred building

Socks are beautiful up the knee

Up my sleeves up my sleeves

Corrugated Metal Horses

the caught syrup  gotcha

together we must go,  mona

the fuck am i doing

the fuck am i going

hope there is some rice left

in the rice cooker

super chef

died all day 

in the blue day

the sun has never woke up

she looked deep in the bottom of my pupils

but i couldn't understand a word she said

i said "i will follow you anyway"

there's never anybody to follow

is this the effect it should have?

it's soft, wish i had the dishaccompaniment

why can't i stop whining about the green

first to thunder back at the garden state it's allover

shining back on me the ultimate entry that's a bother

sister state pastry's late i watch tv sumo suki

i will keep the menthols

...Moga Nor Koumai. They Blessed. Me Too

a_pu!a_pu!a_pu!pu! like a finger sliding down the chord of your guitar

like this beloved auxiliary chord who got rightfully forgotten, thank god

you haven't been turned on yet, someone came and repaired you but oh

nobody nobody cared to deepen your meaning/what are you here for, what were you here for

meanwhile this ordinary-as-fuck cup gets fucked up filled with juice and instant coffee pleasure

some get unnoticed

some don't bother  noticing

some pretend,

some play video games

cycle cycled basedgod recycled swag was stolen everything falls right in place for a time
this is what's left when you dried your soul from emotions, new emotions reborn
we remember that ([you] always cry at) regenerations you slimey gooey goofy jerk beef
i remember saying i would never pay for your shitty hamburgers anymore when  I  do... ...
his frightened look takes my memory back to this underrated song by this overrated band

i loved you today and i know i shouldn't i know i don't brain tricks you when heart tries to open
heart always ready, brain always afraid, and when i listen, when my ears, my material body's back

 --

what about me why you lookin at me? wait you're not? don't spread those legs girl*gets killed*
ok i didn't have to look--shit you are pretty that's all you have appetite me too that's al*gets killed*

--

but you slept or pretented to the whole afternoon and i imagine you're used to that and maybe

you pretended to sleep your whole life and you pretend/prevent to extend this nap for as long as you

feel the need to

i'll be gone soon and it's right. it's nice. i'll do my best because i always do. and when i do it for you...

Is This Real Life?

At the end of the day, who did I turn my back on?
Which lessons and confessions will stay after?
It all holds and folds in a graphic, a single waveform
Duration's under four minutes twenty-one seconds
Twenty four letters in your alphabet, two-thousands and more in mine

It'd feel dumb if it were to fall appart
That is why you're dreaming for it to fall appart
A part of me will stay with you, a part of me always leaves
-oooh- Falling from a tree that stopped growing

But the roots keep it from moving,
Everything passes through and changes around it,
The tree.....is life, the tree......is life,
And, and when, and when  we,



You are growing in me, like a sweet juicy fruit
Like a matured mikan, like tangerine jelly,
But she don't use jelly, oh no
No!
I'll go pee and shut down the computer
-And when we'll be together
We'll never turn our backs on each other.........
Will we stand one another?

Lariat

welcome! welcome!! please, come in! we're in for some!

ahh... this feels off! what the fuck? i don't know

ah yes! this is nice! play it again? i'll do it myself

okay now... oh, really? i don't agree... for a change! maybe

it's fine! hahaha! yes, from the heart! how'd you know? it's fine!

i like this... i like that! okay but then, what about you? didn't ask!

ah... he seems to! she seems too! i could try... oh but i did!

seems obvious! this is something else. right? ah, right. of course.

it comes from there, ends up there, but, ah, stuck here! need vocabulary!

it's okay. change punctuation! words matter, but not. say it once more! yes!

i heard that. heard it too much, haha! as that laugh! stupid laugh, but didn't ask

who to? who 'bout? i know. i know, i know! oh... right! no, left! left!

back? right. variations are a good thing. longer sentence. try again please

you really think so? i think so too. well, thought i thought so, too. but now...

does it matter... right. as soon as, then back to back. it's freestyle, all is freestyle,

drunken-style karaoke freestyle, ahah right! weird sounds, make up for it,

think about those who can't hear it, they still hear something right,

those who don't see it, they still see things right, that's funny right, 

well mouths closed and ears closed, one hand teared down, feet in the air

when you thought you couldn't do it, still the option to do it, of course it's not easy

but they did it right, you're doing it right now, saying fuck it and fucking it,

it's consentant? yeah of course, but you didn't choose either, complicated sure is.

we don't need much. yet we have so much. only to lose it all! to not have much.

still the most difficult right. that's also called not giving up. to give it all up

like you should add the bass, before adding the drums, or both at the same time,

oh and then you take it all off and you keep that, and then you put it all back, to back

improvise life, make a record of it, you had to record it, good thing you did

and then i thought, i could add the sounds to it! of course it's not worth it, good reason to do it

just go for it! try and fight it!

no!... not so rough! slow down! unh!

KCHAK KCHAK KCHAK

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