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Prelude: Chicks And Buds
01:53
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(Instrumental)
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Lost In The Green
05:46
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Chasing a butterfly, I was chased by the wind
Though I gave up seizing the blue sky, feel satisfied in my mind
Everything has the end, goodbye my sweet friends.
Inside of the house, only views through the windows left
I am a horse, I am not a cowardly mouse
I can sit still not at all
No need to worry if get lost in the deep foggy green
Sweet scene…
In the morning I leave home
In the day struggle in the swarm
In the evening keep escaping from the dusk
Young men mature in this way
All the disaster over me just come from my own greenness
There is no time for me to rest
The flow of time flies like arrows
Lead me to where I can sleep and be soothed
Tides of men wash me; my hearts not be smoothed
Seems like I might lose myself in this mist
My hands are cut by leaves which dewdrop kissed
Only the Loneliness is always with me
Why do I fail to find the light I’ve ever seen?
Lead me to where I can sleep and be soothed
Tides of men wash me; my hearts never be smoothed
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Blitish Casquede
05:54
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Blitish casquede washes away my inner shade and it softly aids
Full of life, this blue in green is animated
Here’s the place which wants me and I have wanted
A mother goose flies for her children’s meals
A mischievous fawn plays with his heals
I can feel our mother earth breathing
To make them my scale, be a part of her wings
You’re not what you eat but what eats you
Keep on getting out of the world I know
Still I don’t need a pen and paper
Can’t write down the things which turn to vapor
There old men feeding them and both smile
I will learn from their good lives for a while
But I can’t end my life here so leave here soon
Here comes the cold dusk of a suite of tune
To find myself, got to get lost now
Follow shade of day to find light of the night
Clear curtain to be covered with green curtain
Flow forever inside of me, Blitish casquede
Blitish casquede washed away my sweet shade and it softly aided
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Brigid's Hut
03:01
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“I’ll give you harvest for your hunger and half of it is always at your home”
What’s deceiving my eyes? “No one is telling lies”
‘Once upon A time…’ started an old rhyme
Fantasy! “No, no”
Fantasy! “No, no, no!”
Where does the light penetrate clouds? “Be yourself, and endowed”
How can I be myself, good lord? “Just regain all lost cords”
Got rather than lost them
This, that, here, there
Everywhere I’ve gathered cords cut by no one’s swords
Memories can never be stored at the bank
“But the truth of your life is in your heart tank” (But the happiness no effect on the rank)
“See that way you came
Many overflow your hands
After all, you can’t digest
You can’t retain ― this is real harvest”
“Open your green eyes” Open my green eyes
“Don’t be afraid to fly” Won’t be afraid to fly
“What you see and what you hear and every single second you breath make yourself alive”
“Be a denizen of green” you saying?
“Once get back home before torches light you”
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There’s a man in a kilt singing out
Hearing what we were talking about
So I asked him what he shouted
All he said was “Welcome unexpected!”
Two of us both leave loneliness
But another precious thing seemed to follow it
‘Don’t you need bagpipes?’ softly I asked
“Life is jazz,” gently he returned
“In ancient time, there an old marshal reign
Versed in tactics of tradition and brain
His army’d won for so long years - not lost!
They’d got gold prize - always at all cost
But he was ignorant of how young men fight
Once brown-eyed men came in the night
They had other armor and swords
So he and his men’s blood ran as roads”
“Can you see this epic’s lesson?” he asked
Young ways killed old ones but the old killed the young
“So if I kept having that old bagpipe
That will kill me, Improvise your life”
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I can see a red bright light and I can hear a systematic army-like footstep
Maybe it’s a folk music band
It’s a tradition, but to me It’s so green
Having made my mind I belong there
I remember what Brigid said - “Get back while it’s bright”
But the light I saw may be that which I’ve been searching for
She was wrong, I am right
Now move forward!
Here will be our yard
Don’t doubt your own part be to tear our chain apart
Ten o’clock! Look! Smash the block!
Draw your bows! (Draw your bows) Ra keshama som hakitu
Valhalla’s waiting for you (Lift your swords) Na sisali dinmi tuo
And Odin will write your epitaphs Wa di Ganti atona zo
Father Christmas of death commanding soldiers whose souls are sold held in his hands
Infantryman’s innocent blood is sold by the gallon as a luxury brand
They’re symbolized by a reversed cross, so we need the new crusaders for the glory
I will see the dawn of the dusk time
Ragnarok will ends and starts my story
We have science and great conscience
Jerusalem knows King Arthur should’ve been the law
Ten o’clock! Look! Smash the flock!
Lift your swords! (Lift your swords) Ra keshama som hakitu
This time we will (Draw your bows) Na sisali dinmi tuo
Complete the new Tower of Babel Wa di Ganti atona zo
Green turned to red! Fluid oath is being shed
And trees turned to torches
My harvest mellow fruits scorch
“Run away, quick!” said Frey
“Don’t let them (Don’t let) Ra keshama som hakitu
Burn your own house” (them bur your house) Na sisali dinmi tuo
Said Brigid
Both were hand in hand Wa di Ganti atona zo
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Out In The Green
02:51
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Chasing mighty light, I was chased by the fire
Is here the ruin of the old and young soldiers’ dream?
The field I can aspire?
It is just up to me which one I can make this green under the blue
After all my callow germs will be again snatched in the wind
In my soul my swallow squirms around in unhatched eggs behind
Erosion of my emotion just hinder mellow and birth
If you blend many kinds of colour, there only gray is left
Out in the green!
Swans dance, roses bloom like mad but cry
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Tatsu Akiba Tokyo, Japan
Musician, Composer, Guitarist
Playing many instruments, different harmony, the same passion
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