關於 smoke it off lyrics ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

【だからキミは負けるんだ】


今日は、仕事のノウハウみたいなではなくて、僕が今、一番熱を入れている映画『えんとつ町のプペル』のお話をしたいと思います。

僕は、もともと漫才師としてスタートして、漫才を書いていて、自分を育ててくれた師匠と呼べる人が「後藤ひろひと」という劇作家ですから、舞台の脚本も書いていて……
そこから絵本作家に転職して、絵を描いて、ストーリーを描いて、で、絵本の曲も作るんですね。
あの「♪ハロハロハロハロウィン」って曲を作った人です。

https://youtu.be/Rihe2JOyLQA

劇場の楽屋に小道具のギターがあるもんですから、空き時間に触っているうちに、ギターが弾けるようになりました。

ちなみに、次々回作の絵本『夢幻鉄道』のテーマソングもいいのが作れたので、YouTubeで検索してみてください。

https://youtu.be/PkoCXybjrrw

　
そんな感じで仕事をしているので、映画『えんとつ町のプペル』における僕の役割は、「原作・脚本・製作総指揮・宣伝・作詞作曲」という忙しいことになっています。



このことを受けて、時々、「ゴーストライターがいるんでしょ！」と時々言われるんです（笑）

これに関しては、「西野がこんなに素晴らしいものを作れるハズがない」という意味なので、褒め言葉でしかないのですが、残念ながら、僕、ゴーストライターなんていないんです。

　
分業している場合は、「分業しています」と公表しています。
その方がいいんですよ。
いろんなクリエイターさんに「西野の仕事に参加したい」と思ってもらった方が得なので、絶対に、その人の名前を出す。

出さない場合もありますが、それは出すべきではない場合です。

たとえば、三日前にYouTubeチャンネルにアップした『えんとつ町のプペル』の動画の備考欄には、歌詞の他に、「歌、作詞作曲、編曲、振付」のスタッフの名前しか入っていません。

照明さんや美術さんや衣装さんの名前は入っていないんですね。
あくまで、あそこは音楽に関する情報を載せる場所として位置付けているので。

関わったスタッフの名前を全員書いてしまったら、８０人ぐらいになっちゃう。

ああいった、いわば「CM」の場合は、基本、スタッフの名前は載せません。
テレビCMの最後に「ディレクター＝○○」と出ないのと同じです。



ただ、ストーリーを書いたり、音楽を作ったりする場合、僕には「ゴーストライター」と呼ばれる人はいません。

珍しいパターンだと思いますが、こと「ビジネス書」においても、僕はライターを雇っていません。
自分で書いた方が圧倒的に早くて、自分の仕事が減るからです。

パフォーマンスでも何でもなくて、５万部売れるビジネス書でよければ、５〜６時間で書けます。
すでに自分の中にある体験と考察を文字起こしするだけなので。



「キー！」となるかもしれませんが、「ゴーストライターだろ！」と言っちゃたり、思っちゃったりする人が、コンパしたり、ナンパしたり、家族旅行に行ったり、ワイドショーを観てタレントの不倫にとやかく言ったり、何も考えずにボケーっと受験勉強している間、僕は、一つでも踏み誤ると死んでしまう戦場でずっと戦ってきました。
かれこれ２０年ほど、平均労働時間は１９時間です。

でもって、この２０年というのは、「勝ちパターンを捨て続けた２０年」で、コツを掴んだ職は、どんどん捨てて、新しい領域に挑戦し続けた２０年です。

なもんで、能力と知識量に圧倒的な差が生まれるのは当たり前の話で、僕は「努力は報われる」ということを言っていきたいので、ここは隠したくありません。

反則技を使っているわけでも何でもなくて、「キミの１０００倍努力してるから、キミの１０００倍の結果を出しているんだよ」というだけの話だと思っています。

　
そして、この現実を受け入れず、「いやいや、ドーピング的な…何か特別な力が働いているに違いない」という思ってしまっているうちは、一生始まらないまま人生が終わっちゃうので、それが嫌なら受け入れてください。


「僕、こんな努力をしてますよ」と自分から言う奴、なかなかいないと思うのですが、いい機会なので言っておきます。

　
今日も映画『えんとつ町のプペル』のアフレコがあるわけですが、そこでは、声優さんから質問があったり、「ここは、こんな感じでお願いします」と指示を出さなきゃいけない。

なので、家で「指示を出す練習」をしていくんです。
自分も、実際にやれるようにしておく。


たとえば…


「えんとつ町は煙突だらけ。
そこかしこから煙が上がり、頭の上はモックモク、黒い煙でモックモク。
朝から晩までモックモク。
えんとつ町に住む人は黒い煙に閉じ込められて、青い空を知りやしない。輝く星を知りやしない。

見上げることを捨てた街で、一人の男が上を見た。
町を覆った黒い煙に、男が想いを馳せたのは、酒場で出会ったお喋りモグラが聞かせてくれた夢物語。

煙の向こうの世界の話。光り輝く世界の話。
ありやしないと思ったが、全くないとも言い切れない。
なぜなら誰も行っていない。答えは誰も持っていない。

それから男は日ごと夜ごと、煙の向こうの世界の話を、何度も何度も叫んだが、バカだバカだと囃されて、ホラ吹きものだと切り捨てられた。

男が一体、何をした。
男が誰を傷つけた？　
そこに理由はありゃしない。

見上げることを捨てた町では、『目立たぬように』の大合唱。
見上げることを捨てた町では、夢を語れば笑われて、行動すれば叩かれる。

黒い煙は町を飲み込み、一縷の光も許さない。
黒い煙は人を飲み込み、あらゆる勇気を認めない。
それでも男は声をあげ、震える膝をひた隠し、船に乗り込み海にでた。
暗くて怖い海にでた。
誰もいない海にでた」



これは主人公の少年の父親が、自作の紙芝居を披露するシーンのセリフなのですが、今、僕は何かを見ながら書いたわけではなくて、これぐらいは暗記してるんです。
指示を出す人間として、これぐらいは。

これって、「何回もやっているうちに覚えた」という類のものなので、才能とかセンスじゃないじゃないですか。

これがプロです。


もし良かったら、一度、僕の会社のインターン生にでもなって、僕の近くで、僕の仕事を見てみてください。

たぶん、絶望すると思います（笑）

先ほども申し上げましたが、「努力がモノを言う」というところを伝えていきたいので、今後も、この部分は包み隠さず、積極的に頑張ったアピールをしていきたいと思います。



そうそう。

映画公開は１２月２５日なのですが、１２月２５日の夜に、YouTubeの生配信をして、映画をご覧になられた方に向けて、「あそこのシーン、実は○○なんだよ」という話をしたいので、映画は初日に観に行ってください。

今のうちに、１２月２５日のスケジュールに印を入れておいてね。
それでは、映画『えんとつ町のプペル』のアフレコに行ってきます。


　
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That's why you lose.


Today, it's not like work know-how, but I would like to talk about the movie ′′ a in the town ′′ that I'm in the middle of the day, and I'm going to have a good time.

I was originally a manzai teacher, writing a manzai, and a master who raised me is a playwright called ′′ goto hiroto...... so I also wrote the script of the stage......
I'm going to change my job to a picture book writer, draw a picture, draw a story, and make a picture book song too.
This is the one who made the song. Hallo Halloween ′′

https://youtu.be/Rihe2JOyLQA

There's a prop guitar in the theater dressing room, so I can play guitar while I'm touching the free time.

By the way, I was able to make a theme song for the picture book ′′ Phantom Railway ′′ which was made one after another, so please search for it on Youtube.

https://youtu.be/PkoCXybjrrw

　
I'm working like that, so my role in the movie ′′ a in the town ′′ is going to be busy called ′′ Original Script Production General command promotion lyrics,"



Sometimes it's said that sometimes," there's a ghost writer!" lol

As for this, it means ′′ Nishino can't make such a wonderful thing," so it's only a compliment, but unfortunately, I don't have a ghost writer.

　
If you are in the middle of labor, you are publishing ′′ division of labor,"
It's better to be.
It's better to have a lot of creators think ′′ I want to participate in nishino's work so I'll definitely name the person.

Sometimes you don't put it out, but it's if you shouldn't put it out.

For example, in the notes section of the video of ′′ a no-′′ that I uploaded to the youtube channel three days ago, besides the lyrics, there is only the name of the staff of ′′ songs, lyrics, arrangement, choreography ′′ I'm sorry.

There is no name of lighting, art, or costumes.
It's just that it's a place to put information on music.

If you write all the names of the staff involved, it will be about 80 people.

Oh well, so in case of ′′ cm I don't put the name of the basic, staff.
At the end of the tv commercial, ′′ it's the same as not going out with director.



It's just that if you write a story or make music, I don't have anyone called ′′ Ghost writer

I think it's a rare pattern, but even in the ′′ business book I don't hire a writer.
It's more overwhelming to write yourself, because my work is reduced.

If you don't have a performance or anything, you can write it in 5 TO 6 hours if you don't mind a business book that sells 5 million
I'm just going to make a character of my experience and thoughts already in my own.



It may be ′′ key!" but," it's a ghost writer, and people who think about it, are compound, flirting, family trip, and watch the shows. I've been fighting for a battlefield where I'm going to die when I'm talking about talent adultery, and I'm studying the exam without thinking about anything.
It's been about 20 years, average working time is 19 hours.

So, this 20 is," 20 years that I've been throwing away the winning pattern," and the job that grabbed the trick is more and more throwing away, and it's been 20 years since I've been trying to challenge the new area I'm sorry.

So, it's obvious that the overwhelming difference in the ability and knowledge is born, and I want to say that ′′ effort is rewarded so I don't want to hide it here.

I'm not using a foul trick, but I'm just saying that I'm trying twice as hard as you, so I'm going to have 1000 times the results of you," I'm sorry.

　
And I don't accept this reality," no no, it's doping... I think something special is working... my life is over without starting for a lifetime. So accept it if you don't like it.


I don't think there's a person who says ′′ I'm doing this kind of effort but I'm going to say it because it's a good opportunity.

　
There is also a recording of the movie ′′ a in the town ′′ today, but there is a question from the voice actor, and I have to give instructions that ′′ I'm going to have a good time here,"

So I'm going to do ′′ practice to instruct ′′ at home.
I will actually be able to do it.


For example...


′′ A town is full of chimney.
Smoke from there, moc mok on my head, black smoke and moc mok.
Moc. from morning to night.
People who live in a town are trapped in black smoke and don't know the blue sky. I don't know the shining stars.

In a city that abandoned looking up, one man looked up.
The Black smoke that covered the town, the man made his thoughts on the dream that the heyyy mole I met at the bar told me.

The story of the world across the smoke. The story of the shining world.
I thought it wouldn't be, but I can't say it at all.
Because no one has gone. No one has the answer.

Then the man shouted over and over again, day and night, the story of the world across the smoke, but he was told that he was stupid, and he was cut off as a hola.

What the hell did a man do?
Who did the man hurt?
There is no reason there.

In the town that abandoned looking up, a big choir of ′′ conspicuous,"
In a town that abandoned looking up, if you speak your dreams, you will be laughed, and if you act, you will be slapped.

Black smoke swallows the town and doesn't allow the light of all times.
Black smoke swallows people and doesn't acknowledge every courage.
And yet the man gave a voice, trembling his knees, and he got into the ship and went to the sea.
It was in a dark and scary sea.
I was in the sea with no one ′′



This is the line of the scene of the protagonist boy's father showing off his own kamishibai, but now I didn't write it while watching something, and I'm memorizing this much.
As a person who gives instructions, this is so much.

This is the kind of thing that ′′ I remembered while I've been doing it many times," so it's not talent or sense.

This is the professional.


If you'd like, once you'd like to be my company intern student, near me, take a look at my work.

I think I'm probably going to despair lol

I said it earlier, but I want to tell you that ′′ effort is saying things," and in the future, I would like to make an appeal that I have been actively working hard.



That's right.

The movie is on December 25th, but on the night of December 25th, I'm going to have a live broadcast on Youtube, and I'm going to have a good time with the movie," the scene over there, actually ○○ I want to talk about ′′ what is it so go see the movie on the first day.

While you're in the middle of the day, mark your schedule for December 25th.
Well, I'm going to go to the recording of the movie ′′ a in town ′′


　
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Eminem Killshot rap cover :v mới tập nên hơn tệ :< đừng chê nha

Eminem Killshot rap cover :v mới tập nên hơn tệ :< đừng chê nha :(
Lyrics bài này nè :3 :
You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuck, your beard's weird
Alright
You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once
Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
Dictionary
Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
Yeah, I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the whack me
It's funny, but so true
I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you
'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy
Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this
It's your moment, this is it
As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be this solidified
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike"
But really, I don't care who's in the right
But you're losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it, Kells?
Attempt fails, Budden, L's
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you bein' whack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it
You fuckin', oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you

Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

《daydream》
Hz（ヘルツ）
作詞 / Lyricist：スキマスイッチ (大橋卓弥・常田真太郎)
作曲 / Composer：スキマスイッチ (大橋卓弥・常田真太郎)
編曲 / Arranger：スキマスイッチ (大橋卓弥・常田真太郎)
歌 / Singer：Aimer
翻譯：澄野（CH Music Channel）
意譯：CH（CH Music Channel）
English Translation: Thaerin

背景 / Background - The Morning Jam - HOJI :
https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/82454969

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中文翻譯 / Chinese Translation :
https://home.gamer.com.tw/creationDetail.php?sn=5048376

英文翻譯 / English Translation :
https://www.lyrical-nonsense.com/lyrics/aimer/hz/

日文歌詞 / Japanese Lyrics :
曖昧なヘルツに合わせたならNo Good
もうパスワードのようにダイヤルをアジャスト

見えない波長が声を音を届けて
名前のない時間、リライトする

空と空を架けて想いと想いを繋げて
僕たちを輝かせる弾むジングル

さぁ　Radio　響けクールな音で　憂鬱なノイズすらイレース
うまくいかない苛立ちも泡んなって消える
So great day　軽快な鼻歌で　単色な日々をメイクアップ
ハイになるサウンド　明日へのエネルギー　yes！

揺れ幅でもって伝えてAmplitude
そんな遠くに行っちゃ届かんよFrequency

鼓膜を震わす心地よい言葉
身体を駆け巡っていく

Pops Rock Fusion Jazz R&BにCountry
流れ出すその瞬間に心躍る

Oh DJ！　バッチリなナイスなチョイスで　誰かの孤独すらイレース
溜め込んじゃってるストレスも煙になって消える
So great day　キャッチーなイントロで　単調な日々をグレードアップ
どんな背景も彩ってくれるんだ　yes！

さぁ　Radio　響けクールな音で　邪魔するノイズはオールイレース
口をつくようなヨワネなんかボリューム絞ってしまえ！
そんくらいで　feel so good！自分だけの　チューニング見つけてワンアップ
拳をギュッと固く握って　yes！！

中文歌詞 / Chinese Lyrics :
倘若只是模糊地配合音頻可不好
就像是在找尋密碼一般撥轉著旋鈕

看不見的波長傳遞著種種聲響與音樂
將這段不具名的時間重新改寫

於不同片天空間架起橋樑、在思念和思念之間牽起聯繫
琅琅上口的躍動聲響使我們更加耀眼

來吧！開啟收音機！響起你那爽快的聲音、消除使人憂鬱的雜訊
事不如意的煩躁感終將化作泡沫消逝而去
在這樣的美好時日，哼著輕快的歌、為單調乏味的黑白生活抹上彩妝
不禁起舞的聲音，都將成為迎向明日的動力！Yes！

乘上聲波傳遞振幅
如果在那麼遠的地方，可接收不到頻率呦

耳膜因悅耳的言語輕微振動
也不禁使身體繞著圈翩翩起舞

不論是流行、搖滾、融合爵士樂，亦或鄉村樂和節奏藍調
在音樂播出的瞬間，內心也將隨之雀躍

Oh DJ！請以你恰到好處的絕佳選曲，消除某人心中的孤獨吧！
積存已久、令人喘息的壓力，也將化作煙霧散去
這樣的美好時日，以琅琅上口的前奏，將單調無趣的日子向上昇華！
不論是何種背景都能沾染上繽紛色彩的吧！Yes！

來吧！開啟收音機！響起你那爽快的聲音、消去所有干擾的雜訊
「快將脫口而出的氣餒轉至最小聲！」
如此一來就倍感痛快多了！調出只屬於自己的音律之後，又更向前了一點！
緊緊地握住拳頭抓牢這份旋律吧！Yes！！

英文歌詞 / English Lyrics :
If you’re matching up to an indefinite Hƶ, that’s no good…
So adjust your dial like inputting a password!

Those unseen wavelengths will carry your voice- its sound,
Going on to rewrite those nameless times.

Forming a bridge between our skies- connecting our feelings-
Is a bouncing jingle that has us shining bright!

C’mon, radio! Blasting those cool sounds, erase even that melancholic noise!
Even the frustration from difficult times will float off like a bubble!
So great day: humming a casual tune, apply some make up to those monochrome days!
That sound, reduced to ashes, will be an energy unto tomorrow – yes!

Use the breadth of these vibes to communicate the amplitude!
But if you keep going so far away, the frequency won’t reach…

Those comforting words that shake our eardrums
Begin to run throughout your bodies.

Pops, Rock, Fusion, Jazz, R&B, and Country;
The moment their sounds start flowing, our hearts begin to dance!

Oh, DJ! With your perfectly nice selection, erase someone’s loneliness!
All that stress they’ve saved up will turn to smoke and trail away!
So great day: with a catchy intro, raise the grade of those monochrome days!
It’ll go on to color any scenery it touches – yes!

C’mon, radio! Blasting those cool sounds, erase every noise that gets in the way!
Squeeze the sound right out of any complaint put to words!
Just like that, it feels so good! Finding our own tuning, we’ll get a 1UP!
So clench that fist tightly, so firmly – yes!!

Source: https://www.lyrical-nonsense.com/lyrics/aimer/hz/

BEN BIZZY ft. 1MILL & DIAMOND - กรุงแทรพ Krung Trap (Prod. by Spatchies)

Artists : BEN BIZZY, 1MILL & DIAMOND
Lyrics : BEN BIZZY, 1MILL & DIAMOND
Produced by Spatchies
Mixed & Mastering by Spatchies

Lyrics :

Chorus
ทุกที่ที่ไปพวกกูอาละวาด
เธอชอบมานั่งอยู่บนองคชาติ
นั่งนับแบงค์พันตั้งแต่ดึกยันเช้า
smoking that shit มากจากธรรมชาติ

อยู่ในกรุงแทรพ ไม่มีวันจะนอนนน
อยู่ในกรุงแทรพ real ยิ่งกว่าละคร
อยู่ในกรุงแทรพ นับแบงค์พันเป็นฟ้อน
อยู่ในกรุงแทรพ....

Everywhere we go, we go berserk
She loves riding on my d**k
Counting all these money from midnight ‘til dawn
Smokin’ that sh*t from the mother earth ?

Living in Krung Trap (We never sleep)
Living in Krung Trap (100% authentic)
Living in Ktung Trap (Counting all these bankrolls every night)

Verse 1 - lnwben
จากที่กุเคยต้องมาใส่นันยาง
กุเปลี่ยนให้มันกลายเป็น Balenc บนตีน
เงินจากโชว์กุใส่ธนาคาร
และกุบอกกับที่บ้านมันต้องมากกว่านี้
แบกความฝันผสมกับเหล้ายา ก็แค่ that trapstar จาก yupp
เงินจากโชว์แม่งมากกว่าเงินเดือน ที่ทำพวกมึงเคือง ก็เพราะชีวิตกุแม่งดี
ทุกๆเมืองพวกกุแม่งแดกฟรี
โดนเด็ก trap เธอบอกว่าแปลกดี
ใช้แบงค์พันทุกวันเหมือนแจกฟรี
แฟนมึงบอกว่าชอบกุเรียกอีดอก
บอกเธอถ้าอยากจะบินไปนอนนิ่งๆรอ
เพราะกุไม่ใช่เด็กถิ่นแต่เดี๋ยวเช็คอินรอ

I used to wear them school sneakers but now I’ve changed into Balenciagas
I put all my money in the bank account and tell my parents, I’m gon get more
Mixing and my dream with all the vices and thats the trapstar from Y U P P
These people are jealous on me cuz I get paid five times more than their salaries

Every city I go, I always fuck it up
Girls are starting to feel me now these days
I spend all the money like I’m giving out for free
I don’t like calling girls h*es but she told me she loves when I say it

I could take your babe to the heaven if you just stay in your bed and wait for me
Even though, I’m not from around here but when I check in, you know what’s up

V2 - 1mill
Smokin’ ใบไม้ from ธรรมชาติ
Been doin’ this shit เหมือนเป็นธรรมดา
When da show พร้อม กู smoke ก่อน
You can see รถอะไรที่กูนั่งมา
เธอบอกมาเล่นกัน
1mill นั่งเล่นควัน
Baby พี่เน้นมันส์
I just wanna see you นั้นเต้นระบำ
U don’t wanna see ตอนกูอาละวาด
All of พวกมึงทั้งหมดเป็นอัมพาต
เสื้อผ้า designer ในวันธรรมดา
Baby แปปนึงพี่ยังอยู่ธนาคาร
นี้ 1mill season
ทุกๆอย่างมันมี reason
มึงฟังไม่ออก better read some
แฟนมึงบอกอยากให้เรามีกัน~~~~

Smokin’ gas from the natural
Been doin’ this shit like it’s a habit
Before the starts, I always smoke first
You can see the spaceship i just took

She told me to come out and play
1mill loves play with smoked
I just wanna see you dancing
You don’t wanna see me when I go berserk

I could turn all y’all paralyzed
All of designers on me, it’s just normal
Baby just wait, right now I’m still at the bank

This is 1mill season
Everythinf has a reason
If you can’t understand it, better read some
Your girlfriend told me she wanna get it with me...

V3 - DM
เค้าบอกให้กูทำดีคิดดี
กูเลยให้เธอลองมาชิมฟรี
ตอนที่กูมากับพี่ bizzy
พาเธอไปกินข้าวอยู่ที่ปรีดี

1mill บอกให้เธอ suck dick ที
รอให้เธอมาถอด fendi
มึงอยากให้กูล้มแต่ กู make hit
เมียมึงเซฟเพลงกูใน playlist

กูออกมาจากห้อง กูออกไปเดินอยู่ดองกิ
มีแต่คนมอง บอกว่าไดม่อนหนิ
กู trap อยู่ทองหล่อ กูไม่อยากกลับไปนอน
ไปไกลๆตีน มึงยังดีกันไม่พอ

พวกกูไปกันไม่รอมึง
ให้มึงกลับไปอยู่กับพ่อมึง
บอกว่ามึงไม่ชอบกู
อันนั่นก็เป็นเรื่องของพ่อมึง

School taught me to be smart and do the right thing
So I give this D to her for free
Right now I’m with Big Bro Ben Bizzy
Take your girl out dining in Pridi

1mill told your b*tch to come his right now
Waiting on her to come take this fendi off
These haters wanna see me fall hard
But my songs are in their girl’s playlist

I came out of my room straight to Donki (Thonglor)
Everybody looks at me and they all know who Diamond is
Trapping in Thonglor, I never wanna go to sleep
You losers better get away from my face

We keep heading to top, yall hater can go home crying to your dad
You said you don’t f*ck with me but who cares? It’s not my problem to think about

#lnwben
#1mill
#diamond
#กรุงเเทรพ
#YUPP!

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lyrics
Hook:
Hiphop n you dont stop นี้คือสิ่งที่ชอบ
If you dont love hiphop so get da fuck off
This is what i represents ทุกทุก วัน
When the beat drop
———————————
SunnyDay when da sunshine
hiphop is always on my mind
มันอยู่ในสายเลือด มันคือ เพลงจากใจ
ชีวิต บอกอารมณ์ สิ่งแวดล้อมมา ระบาย
เก็บกด มีทุกข์ มีสุข smoke to da sky
Hiphop ทำให้กูนะ ผ่อนคลาย yes. อะ
ทุกๆการเขียน i hit u with da punch line
ไม่เคยเปลี่ยน still rock เพลงเนี้ยะ never die
Thats right ปล่อยให้เล่น ไปนะ all night high
Im so free จิบ da mai thai if u wanna try
Deep down เสือตัวนี้ ยังคงไว้ลาย
OG เสือตัวนี้ไม่เคยจะแปลงกาย
ยังคงเดิม เหมือนครั้งแรกที่เคยเจอ
เทวดานะติดดิน thats me im da light warrior
Hiphop music นั้นคือ power ทุกๆ hours
Hiphop never stop
Hook:
Hiphop n you dont stop นี้คือสิ่งที่ชอบ
If you dont love hiphop so get da fuck off
This is what i represents ทุกๆวัน
When the beat drop
_____________________________
Hook:
Hiphop n you dont stop นี้คือสิ่งที่ชอบ
If you dont love hiphop so get da fuck off
This is what i represents ทุกๆวัน
When the beat drop
_____________________________

Midnight when da sun rise
มันคือบท กวี live จากสมอง yeah im so fly
ลื่นไหลเหมือนปลาไหล ในแม่นำ้ nine
เมฆหมอก ตอนสายๆ เหมือนไปอยู่ปลาย
ดนตรีมันพาไป แล้วจะทำไง
Hiphop music put it on ให้ เข้าใจ
Fuck all da fake shit พวกมึงนะ ไป ตาย
Fuck all da shit talk พวกมึงนะเป็น ใคร
กูเริ่มจากชีวิต เอาไปคิด ไม่ได้มาแบบ สบาย
เริมต้นจาก ศูนย์ ตอนนี้จุด ประกาย
บนเวทีส่อง ไฟ ให้สว่าง มือถือ ไมค์
Thaitay on da Top better recognize
กูจะทำทุกๆอย่างให้ พวกมึง surprise
มึงก็รู้ กูมาจากไหน unsight
ขายของ ขายเพลง โดยไม่มี ค่าย
ตอนนี้ on tour ไปยัน เหนือ จรดใต้