Saturday, May 23, 2015

Some Day (Touhou Parody of “Pompeii” by Bastille)

Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.

(Maribel) We wander left to our own devices
Many days spent hoping for something to show

On a lake enshrouded with mist, a scarlet tint rose up
Great clouds roll over the waves, bringing darkness from above

And when I close my eyes, I can see gods dancing on mountains in fall
I only close my eyes, and I can see places I’ve never seen before

(Renko) So then Merry, what do you think about this?
Do you think that world you saw then really exists?

(Maribel) Exploring and dreaming are some of our vices
We believe there are things unseen all around us

And the moon cracked up in the sky, raining fragments down below
A voice whispered in my ear that “This land is Gensokyo”

And then I closed my eyes and I saw a ghost lay between life and death
And as I closed my eyes, I saw a tree wither away forevermore

(Renko) That’s no fair Merry. You gotta let me in on this!
(Maribel) Well, let’s try sharing dreams again till we got this

Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.

(Renko) So, will it let us in? This world you keep seeing?
(Maribel) Somehow, I think it will if we keep on dreaming

(Yuyuko) So what do you think about these intruders, Yukari?
-((Maribel) Look at this giant tree!
-(Renko) Don’t get too close, Merry!
(Yukari) I told her all she needed to know. Leave them be
-(Maribel) But look at those branches! It’s just like in my dream!

That time I closed my eyes, I saw it blooming with cherry blossoms here
And magic filled the skies. All those flashing lights within a Sakura storm

How can you be so calm when we can clearly see this?!
We finally have proof of all my dream’s existence

(Yukari) When I close my eyes, I can almost feel like nothing’s changed at all

Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o.
Eh-eh-o, eh-o. Eh-eh-o, eh-o

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