Tell Your World [English Adaptation Lyrics]

The sights and sounds you see and hear around you are the things I know

The songs I sing to you are laid out with my own voice

And when the chorus plays again, my message breaks free in your mind

Let me show you now the things I want to share, from me, to you

A simulation made for song and dancing

I live and breathe right here in your PC screen

A life filled with places, faces, people

Record who I will be, am, and have been

The things I wish to tell you are all right here

A word for every smile, each frown, and each tear

They live on as both mine and yours entirely

Just as long as both you and I, sing together now...

A chorus made of synthesizers sing so sweetly around me

Each voice so different, a color of their own on display

We stand upon the stage we share and sing the songs you have come to know

And even if they fade, as long as our voices reach you there (It will be OK)

The lives that I have lived remain so varied

Each song a different burden I have carried

The sum of all are who I am now today

Each shining screen a different world on display

These stories spin around me, oh so brightly

They all draw close and wrap around me tightly

They form the wings from all that you have given me

And let me fly to the heights of what I can be

Despite what I've endured, this is what you've ensured

That my voice still carries on

It will never break or fade away, as long as you believe in me until the end

As long as you want more, my system will restore

Giving you a concert without end

So listen here and now, for what I want you to Tell, Your, World

To me these songs are life and love between us

My voice, your thoughts both fuse together without fuss

Upon this stage I sing and dance with my light

To give life to the music that is our right

This simulation's song will never sever

Feel free to sing along forever and ever

And as you do, I'll dance upon this bright stage

My place and time is here and now, as part of your world

Original Song

Karaoke

Yearly Flip (11/01/11)

November has begun, two months till the end

Then we begin annual cycle, again and again

Accelerando and decrescendo, both at the same time

Time to see where we are, and see where we’ve been

Considering where I was a year ago

Considering all I’ve learned and what I know

When inevitability fell, it was a relief

Now to move without distortions, stick true to my belief

Should we care so much?

The confusion state is a stated fact

Its location is inevitable within the world

We can be certain of uncertainty at any given time

No one’s seen life’s banner unfurled

To know why others act as they do

To know what someone thinks for sure

The wilderness of humans is now in our minds

With words our fangs, with apathy our fur

The shields we erect to protect our core

The acts we put on to disguise

In the end, what are we so defensive for?

Is security worth the lies?

Fictionfan: A Fan of Fiction

The question of whether this world exists or not

That question that preludes my dreams

The possibility that reality is naught but illusion

That nothing is as it seems

I wander through life with a feel that’s surreal

Things seem off, like I’m missing something

I find no clear purpose or goal to aim my sights to

From no bell does clarity ring

All I have is my visions of dreams

Magic fuels my energy and thought

The stories told through light and sound

Gives me some taste of what I’ve sought

This stagnant world repeats day by day
A groundhog effect endlessly sustained
Not quite movement or rest in it's shape or form
Just some absurd flux maintained

Perhaps that is why people seek out a purpose
Solace held in cause or deity
Like my dedication to at least be myself
My habits of patience, of spontaneity

If this world refuses to push ahead
It it refuses to keep itself still
Can I be excused from participating?
Live my life as I will?

Ignore the petty squabbles of those who seek gain?
Ignore dynamics of superiority?
Immerse myself in light and sound abound
Read through all but my own story?

But all stories must end after a certain time
Else they'd drag into full stagnation
That limit of a series' appeal
The 12 or 26 episode animation

Karma

Irony’s quite funny when aimed at another

It must be human nature to laugh at each other

But when it is you who is the joke of fate

The laughter turns to anger, and it is this world you hate

Yet if the fault is yours, accept that hard blow

You sowed the seeds, now reap what you sow

The consequences of your actions are the penalty you show

In regards to yourself, you are your greatest foe

So above, so below

Method to Music

The emotions and feelings held in song
That specific atmosphere subdued yet strong
Synthesis between sound and mind
The relationship between the two  that you will find

For some it is the pulse between drum and bass
To others, the unison of voice
To others still, a mixture of sound
What each prefers is their choice

Yet the myriad ways that people hear
Doesn't excuse how some songs fall flat
The need to just sing for the sake of fame and riches
To only give song for that

The sentiment's song that paints a picture in mind
The song's sentiment that lives in verse
That which cannot be bought or sold
That which you cannot rehearse

These exist between performer and crowd
The lullaby played soft, the anthem played loud
The embodiment of music tentative and proud
Both on the stage and the world they enshroud

To Set a Date

To dedicate to plans of a future time

Is all well and good on a whim

But still “What to do” echoes in my mind

In regards to sociality, I’m dim

What makes this so much worse is I’m left with a task

What I feel I can’t fail for the price is too steep

A second chance to proceed, move on without my old mask

In this matter my reserve I won’t keep

Motive

The confusion state is a stated fact
Its location is inevitable within the world
We can be certain of uncertainty at any given time
No one's seen life's banner unfurled

To know why others act as they do
To know what someone thinks for sure
The wilderness of humans is in our minds
With words our fangs, with apathy our fur

The shields we erect to protect our core
The acts we put on to disguise
In the end, what are we so defensive for?
Is security really worth the lies?

Impressions of "The Girl's Fantasy"

The curtains split to open a world
The state of "fin" in the air
The mirror shade of the play and dream
That place, wishes come true there

A place of shadow, a place of light
Of cycle unending, of ruins within sight
No beginning or end, the cycle goes on
No escape by walking, no escape by flight

The end to the endless approaches in time
In time in a place without time
For nothing is born and nothing dies
As is seen through the junk doll's eyes

The shining shadows of the legend's proof
The lone life in a world of death
The dead that walks alongside that of life
The truth given in whispered breath

The swirling snow of an unknown fate
The heaping banks of silence's start
The obstructions that lead to immobility
At oblivion, one can speak with their heart

To fade into such a world of nothing
Become the shield of potential's light
To dream the dream of the wishes of all
To sleep away unending night

Or perhaps one awakens again in the light?

Idle

The idle hands of idle minds idly perform their tasks
The sewing of a mystery shroud, the weaving of damask
The twists and turns of unerring line, the way we all proceed,
To find the truth to all of this, just ask.

Chicken Scratch

Some say that the art of an artist is theirs
Their art is the mark that their medium bears
Their skill is judged by the meaning it shares
But this system is hollow inside

For instance my art is of paper and pen
Of where words are written, of where pencil's been
But if I erase them, what of it then?
This blank, from your eyes does it hide

But does this mean my work doesn't exist
The presence of [Deleted] words that we've missed?
Are the thoughts absent in the world if there isn't a list?
If that is so, by these rules I won't abide

The act of this pen gouging paths on this page
Is naught but my mark binding thoughts to a cage
Yet the prison isn't a container, instead it's a stage
Upon which these words act as a guide

My words are not mine, they've existed all along
The potential for poem, the potential for song
What I've done is put them into material strong
This is the truth to you I'll confide

Statues

The essence of being, the form of formThe shape of ourselves withinThe mark of who we are, our mask to the worldThe evidence of who we've beenWe fill these shapes by being ourselvesYet the world requires shapes that are knownTwo forces that mold the clay of your beingTo sculpt the mask that is shownTo top off that fact of societal interferenceWe push upon the clay of othersWe shape the statues of those close to usMake our mark upon another'sTo allow someone else to distort who I amIs that such a point of contention?I don’t mind the touches of another’s idealAs long as they’re within my comprehension

Synthesia (3/13/12)

Synthesia's hold over the here and now
Nostalgia's summon to this time and place
The way Memories return unbidden to you
When you thought they left without a trace

The feel of cool wind on a warm winter's night
The strange scent of sweet smelling bread
The songs long heard and sung long ago
All tie together in your head

I remember the feel of unrestrained pen
I remember the click of video's birth
I remember the folds of knowledge cast aside
I remember what these memories are worth

These are all relics of a time long gone
Yet their ties to this time remain
I revel in the feel of what was and is now
I accept their old joy and old pain

Words Worth Naught (3/10/12)

The weight of words hide in plain sight
It is from the mind that they're given their might
So minds like know the like, a similar feel
Of words of soft comfort, of words of cold steel

The weight between fate, destiny, and eternity
the softness of peace, calm and serenity
what is said is meant, and what is meant is said
Of feelings incommunicable, words reign in their stead

By token of mind, words empower thought
It is from them the essence of life's caught
The source of confusion, of understanding to all
The ladder to rise. The precipice to fall

Me, what I see, and an AMV (3/6/12)

Though depression and despair may be long friends of mine

Joy and exhilaration both serve as the same

Thus I know for each there is an opposite to find

A reversal and opposite in name

What’s important is to call upon one

When the other overwhelms your sight

Bring light into your darkest depths

Shade your view from a vista bright

These methods balance me, give me hold over my mind

What I feel is what I want, it’s just me

Meta manipulation a tool for manage myself

Control and coerce myself to who I’ll be

So in those days where I sulk and brood

What I need is a good kick in the rear

A self-assigned project to project my own self

For any out there to hear

In those days where I dash with energy unchecked

I need to focus on what looms above

Use that energy for a purpose, work toward a goal

Strive forward to do what I love

My poems and my vids, they play for both sides

They embolden and caution my mind

A freeing of ideas into the open world

Yet in a certain medium is where they bind.

Social Network (3/6/12)

The lives of people and the bonds between

The threads of community’s ties

The trust and promises binding one another

The severance of betrayal and lies

The whimsical build and the pitying destruction

Which is worse in our eyes in the end?

The rival and antagonist that eggs us on?

The compliant and uninspiring friend?

Perhaps some things we can do without

Perhaps others benefit in ways unknown

Perhaps the cowardice of others can be the kindest gesture

Remember that naught’s set in stone

Remember that promises cannot last forever

Irony’s likely to turn against you in the end

The abandoned abandons those who would stand by their side

The lonely may reject a friend.

Yet despite all the things that may go awry

The fact is that life goes on

With ever nightfall, every twilight found in life

There comes another rising dawn

So forge ahead on your path, by your own compass you’ll see

A direction to take, a way you can be

Walking along as yourself, by your own energy

Strive along your life’s road, with the confidence that “I’m me”

Zidane philosophy (3/6/12)

My thoughts are that there’s no need for reason

Nor any motive to aid one another

Priority may affect your course

But there’s not need to act coldly to each other

I don’t need a reason to be kind to a stranger

I need no repayment for my deeds

I can act as I see fit, regardless of danger

What ambitions of my life kindness impedes

Maybe I work on idealism from fiction

But is that fiction any less valid than fact?

Should  the word called “ideals” only exist in dreams?

Is apathy and selfishness the only way to act?

Gorgeous Delicious Deculture

The story of song and dance in space
A story beneath shielded sky
Of singers who sang to the theme of their lives
Of the actor who wanted to fly

Necessity for one
Necessity for all
The rise of a new pilot after old one's fall

Beginnings to some begin right there
Their talent and ability to their peers to share
The convergence of these paths all meet
The idols and the pilot elite

They all join in one place and the conflict is set
Though none of them know it yet
Wars of race, of who's a star, of the galaxy far
The dream world for human's to get

The battle of another world begins
Proven dominance for which race wins
The saver becomes the saved, a consequence to how he behaved
And an unknown saves both their skins

(Through short and long, shown all along)
(A display of feelings strong... the worth of SONG)

Escalation of war leads to damage unknown before
and the fairy is pushed aside
The shelter of the enemy's threat
The sickness she tries to hide

Sleeping wreckage of a ship unknown lead to memories long buried within
The power of song begins to fold, the endgame shall now begin

Therefore!
The rise of a voice continues unabated
A weapon of hope for all
An unstoppable force that overwhelms all resistance
The power of origin unknown

Nostalgia (2/7/12)

Can the passage of time be of mental importance?

An illusion of minds free of weight

Without the doubt of survival, is there an arrival

Of contemplation upon life, god, and fate?

Regardless of this, for we can’t know a truth

The existence of “time” confuses me

The difference incurred from changing “Where” and “When”

Differenced you and I can see

Same and different, both exist at once with each other

So in regards to a time I can’t name

There is difference to now, yet as I see it here,

I see many things that are the same

Weaver of Fate

To scrabble at the seams of the threads that make life
To weave them on impulse in a manner unplanned
To sever the strands with a calculating knife
To shape a workable tapestry with your own hand

Anomaly among natural law

Silence held and silence felt
Anomaly among natural law
That the lowest energy raises tension
Ice won't shatter, only thaw
The issue is then what the issue is
A fabrication of human construction
Or is it simply a matter of fact
A purely mental construction

Thoughts to live by, or merely a dream?

If only the hearts of all could be called together
If only we could see though eyes unclouded by hate
If only we could stand in many places and see the world from many places
If only we could accept sameness and differentness in the same breath
If only we could show our greatness without sacrificing the greatness of others
If only we could live as we should and live as we want to because they are one and the same
If only we could see to communicate, communicate to understand, understand to know, and know to coexist
If only...
If only

This was written with black rock shooter in the ears
Reverie metherlance in the heart
Ichinose kotomi in the mind
And one's own thoughts in the veins

This was written in the here and now, 
that which cannot ever be again,
but that which will always be evermore

This was written here
Deserving of no one's attention
Yet addressed to everyone
Yet no one in particular

This was written so that you could read it
Do with it what you will

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Language-ception

An idea is unknown, without known form or presence
It just is, yet it isn't in fact
The sentences together deliver these thoughts
Within text these ideas are packed

The written are but words, yet the text is laid clear
The sentences hold meaning within
A synergy of parts to construct something new
What's outside is reliant therein

The words are but letters, an assembly of sounds
All share a system between
The order given creates an understanding of thought
Of what is and could have been

The letters are but symbols, meaningless in essence
What's important is what's universally known
Without knowledge there's naught, arbitrary babble is caught
Impossibility to see what's been shown

The symbols of ideas hold meaning to all
Yet meaningless are they in the end
The cycle of cycles, synergy big to small
All to form a message to send

Doorway to dream

The gate that leads to other worlds
Is made of paper and pen
What is it you the reader reads here and now?
what is it the writer wrote then?

The vistas imagined, though thought made them real
The construct and rise of a dream
The building of a dimension based on inspiration
Some central, integral theme

Yet the text is naught but a doorway
And the author is naught but a guide
You are free to step through and wander alone
Explore for yourself what's inside

The truth is that nothing stands the same for all
That our eyes are not equal in sight
That we see not the same vista of dream
Even though it's enbathed in the same light

So wander onward, reader! Step through doorway of text
Wander onward across this strange land
Move on your own whim, independent of any
This I, as the writer, demand