Music-kila

Coming out of super hibernation to post this haha -- I've gone from running a secret 'private' music blog to becoming a public DJ, so I figured I might as well post this set to Tumblr where it can be appreciated a bit more than in Baltimore clubs haha...

Live recording of a remix/mashup set of spooky Japanese goth & darkwave & Visual Kei & industrial from the 1980s to today. More details on SoundCloud. If you are into it, please give it a like on SoundCloud! 

Life Is Beautiful by Plastic Tree

My left eye could watch and cry. My right eye could watch and smile. And between my eyes are still the feelings I can’t process.

The first time I went to Ueno Station, it was an unusual white Christmas The last train already gone, a contrast to the light I could see moving far away I had too much fun, I talked for too long, and so now it was silent and the sound of the world emptied into my ears I have a dream of an eternity different to those stuffed animals in the park’s darkened museum For example, I think for an instant of these days that seem so beautiful The fluttering snow seems to have no plans

Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful days

I pretend to like you, I even like the things you like, So if those feelings bud in someone else again, they will be whole I reverse these songs I’ve recorded, and when I play them back, Loading, loading, loading, my memories recite a vacant charm, And all of the cut-and-sewn words seem to scatter, flutter, and die We plan to become the small flames of the burning garbage in the world

Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful days

Even the darkness of the blowing snow is still beautiful Even the inside I can never see, despite sadness, is still beautiful

These emotions that I feel like I can somehow transmit are just light bulbs on an overloaded circuit, Flickering, blinking, dying, vanishing, to everyone else I have to prepare every disguise, the cliché faces of a mysterious person How about the crying face? Or maybe the smiling face? Hey?

Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful days I, I, I, I, I, my, me, mine Too, too, too, too, too unclear Love, love, love, love, love is all I want Was beautiful days, was beautiful Was beautiful days, was beautiful 

Veranda by Plastic Tree

The wind swept away The clouds stained orange Staring from the veranda, I knock on my insignificant loneliness

Tomorrow, what color will The delivered flowers bloom?

I’ll forever remain in this sunny spot Because I’ll always be waiting for you to arrive.

I trace the strange parabolas Of the moths bewildered in the streetlight

The sky is So sadly weak

I’ll forever remain in this sunny spot Because I’ll always be waiting for you to arrive.

Tomorrow, what color will The delivered flowers bloom?

I’ll forever remain in this sunny spot Because I’ll always be waiting for you to arrive. If I someday rot away on this veranda, I wonder if a small white flower will bloom————.

"I’m waiting."

あらら摩訶不思議 (Arara Makafushigi) by DISACODE - Official PV

賽 (Sai) by Kagrra, - Peace & Smile Carnival 2009 Live

If the outcome is either one side or the other Then let’s let the dice decide everything Let’s stake everything on tiny odds And take things as they come

In a world where you can’t tell east from west Darkness closes in The hope that brings a new tomorrow fades away And the light is closed off

The echoing voice of salvation Is drowned out by the wind and just hangs there uselessly The times send out a cry, a howl of ruin But it goes unheard

Beyond our unshakable greed Lies despair Eventually an end will come To our frenzied party

If the outcome is either one side or the other Then let’s let the dice decide everything Let’s stake everything on tiny odds And pray for heads or tails

If you look beneath the surface of our history You’ll see a vortex of black clouds If victorious, a national army; if defeated a band of traitors Who do we see when we flip through this pile of pulp?

Beyond our unshakable greed Lies despair Eventually an end will come To our frenzied party

Beyond our unshakable greed Lies despair Our time is limited So may new life bloom after death

春先センチメンタル (Harusaki Sentimental) by Plastic Tree - Unspecified Live

Dear, How are you? This is the first letter I’ll write I’m somehow doing well And I’ve grown a little used to being alone On the way home, in the park at night The cherry blossoms were in full bloom And they made me think of you Floating in the pitch-black sky, The cherry blossoms look to be gasping The world’s fever rises And so the scenery comes in and out of focus If that’s the nature of love, Then surely we’re dying A flower bud opens up at its time of death

Hello, hello, can you hear me? Can you accept me for who I am? The petals in my praying hands, it’s like I’ve touched you Making sounds with their vibrant colors, the cherry blossoms bloom I’m running after your voice, The fragments of our bursting love I looked up and it was a spring of falling flowers

A warm wind blows, And very soon the spring storms will come Even though they’re blooming like mad, Their fate is to eventually scatter That closely resembles love Just like us someday When our smiles will be mere memories

Hello, hello, where are you? Can I do anything? The petals in my searching hands, it’s like I’ve touched you Making sounds with their vibrant colors, the cherry blossoms bloom Our locked hands are separating A thousand wishes burst forth I looked up and it was a spring of falling flowers

I’ve lost sight of your face in the dancing petals The fleeting dream has cooled, so the tears spill over——

Making sounds with their vibrant colors, the cherry blossoms bloom All of the things that were important Are scattered beneath this tree Before my eyes, a farewell spring I looked up and it was a spring of falling flowers Over me, over me, gently————.

Erase by hide

Won't those cruel words fade? Contentment with hate is neverending But I'm neither sad nor happy, there is no story to tell

Aren't the sights pretty in the rush of vibrant memories SHAVADA DUBI DABADA

Love I can buy in town and my dreams will have changed tomorrow I have nothing and need nothing, I only want to erase my memories

I'll go to a classy restaurant in tacky clothes Where that dear old devil who wore tacky clothes sings "It's no use, you can't erase them, stop struggling in vain"

Erase my life, my memory If I can make a fresh start Erase my head, erase my mind I sing an honest song SHAVADA DUBI DABADA

Aren't the sights pretty in the rush of vibrant memories?

I've done some terrible things but if I could start over I wouldn't act the fool, I'm telling the truth I swear

Who are you? Where am I? Tomorrow was yesterday, who was I then? I am a cat, you are a flower, look now I'm slipping away "You reap what you sow but what a shame, you're still so young"

Erase my life, my memory If I can make a fresh start Erase my head, erase my mind I sing an honest song I have nothing and need nothing I only want to erase my memories Erase my head, erase my mind I sing an honest song SHAVADA DUBI DABADA

Lu:na by GACKT

I wonder who's touching the depths of my closed eyes The moon that I gazed at inside of the wavering heat laughed 

Only the seduction of the requiem that started being whispered into my ear Curbed me from wounding others

My pain is taken away by the darkness Because I can't return...

I embrace the torn rose to my chest And fall into the crimson sea I continue dancing upon The piled bodies until I die

My pain is taken away by the darkness Because I can't return...

Like struggling, suffering prey My consciousness is taken from me I drown and disappear in pleasure Cold, inside of these arms 

I embrace the torn rose to my chest And fall into the crimson sea I continue dancing upon The piled bodies until I die

Bright Whites by Kishi Bashi - Live on KEXP

Keya keya sorya douse ne,  Keya keya sorya douse dame da.  Yamerarenai yamerarenai.  Douse damedakedo yamerarenai ne Keya keya sorya douse ne,  Keya keya sorya douse dame da.  Taerarenai taerarenai,  Douse dame da kedo taerarenai ne

You and me at the edge of the world With a pretty little smile for me to see  New bright whites and a cage full of ice  And a naked little canopy to feed my disease 

And if you're to smile at me  I could cry by land or sea 

After you said that you like Big Red  I opened up my mind and skipped a beat  Cufflinks and hands in wrong places and faces  And creepy little movies made me weep 

And if you're to say to me  What is mine is yours to keep 

Well you know, I'll have to see  If all the stars aligned we could've solved the mystery  It's a partial fantasy  We're living in a land that went astray from history 

You and me at the edge of the bed  Looking at the faded pictures for you to see and me to see  Murder and colonies, land without rivers  Raging in the middle of some sad destiny 

Take one look to find my eyes  Safety's in your inner thigh 

Well you know, I'll have to see,  If all the stars aligned we could have solved the mystery  It's a partial fantasy 

Við Spilum Endalaust by Sigur Rós - La Blogotheque Take-Away Show Live

We drove all around Through sun and pebbly dust We all saw so much Even the cradle and asphalt of the world

We played (hopelandic) We played (hopelandic) We played

The long day flows Yes, endless is the over-brightness Smoke stings the eyes Yes, it pops up in my head and now I remember it

We played (hopelandic) We played (hopelandic) We play everywhere

We all saw so much Yes, saw all and everything in a new light The long day flows Yes, it pops up in my head and now I remember it

We played (hopelandic) We played (hopelandic) We play everywhere (hopelandic)

We play endlessly We play endlessly together We play everywhere together We sing all together

(hopelandic)

桜舞い散るあの丘で (Sakura Maichiru Ano Oka De) by Kagrra, - Last Live

When we pass away We become part of the earth And even our memories return to an irretrievable place As if they’ve melted into the wind

As I walked unsteadily, alone Into the inky darkness My racing feelings Were swallowed up by the sky, the heavens

The devil’s town I see below is so dark Even my fading consciousness disappears in a shower of red sparks

I want you to grab my sleeve and stop me wandering And hold me tenderly

Your cries echo around And I’m no longer even allowed To take your feelings In my cold hands

Unable even to reach out To the pale moonlight My fleeting life was reflected in the clouds And then fell to its doom

The devil’s town where you have lived is so lonely I want to run far, far, far away from this endless pain I’ll watch you down below as I fall asleep alone, holding your shadow close

In this sky that could swallow up The scenery of that hill The cherry blossoms dance around me A part of that black world

雨ニ唄エバ (Ame ni Utaeba) by Plastic Tree - 2009 Nihon Budokan Live

The sky is lower than usual. It’s a little lonely. I’m walking with eyes downcast. The raindrops fell. They become round marks. Left behind on the grey road. Smiling beneath my umbrella, I’m hiding out of sight.

Falling incessantly. I’m “singing in the rain,” Making merry as everything before my eyes grows blurry.

Streams of rain. Tear-colored (Who is crying?) My wet left shoulder. I try to enclose the scene within a frame with my hands Because today resembles a movie I had seen some time ago. I hear the sound of the rain from beneath my umbrella, each drop falling gently.

Falling incessantly. I’m “singing in the rain,” Making merry as everything before my eyes grows blurry.

Falling incessantly. I’m “singing in the rain,” Making merry as everything before my eyes grows blurry. The raindrops leave behind little flowers On the road, blooming and spreading.

Blooming and spreading.

Blooming and spreading————.

雪蛍 (Yuki Hotaru) by Plastic Tree - Official PV

“Rain is sometimes snow.” “Love is sometimes lies.” Tokyo’s winter is colder than the weather forecast predicted I still haven’t been caught pretending to sing to myself And here I am searching for evidence that we were together

A released sigh, so that the thoughts remain blocked in Softly, they come to mind

I want to see you before the snow falls Whenever I close my eyes, you’re crying Like a firefly in the darkness, If you shine, one day you’ll disappear

Sensitive to the cold, you’re watching the rain somewhere While smiling a fragmented smile Is it sad to forget? Is it painful to hope? Surely tomorrow the town will be turned entirely white

At the same time you sway and your cheek comes near Alone and cold

Winter refines the spirit Whenever I close my eyes, I’m running after you A firefly dancing in the darkness It was so sadly beautiful

I want to see you before the snow falls When I close my eyes, you’re crying Like a firefly in the darkness, If you shine, one day you’ll disappear

And so the rain is turning to snow Even if the memories are overflowing, it seems that they’re frozen My voice is unable to reach And my extended hand is unable to reach

Forever————. Forever————.

ガーベラ (Gerbera) by Plastic Tree - Kuro Tent 2 Live

The weather forecast was wrong today, too. Noticing that, I pretend to yawn for some reason. By making observations from the rooftop, I tried to draw your absent self with the colors of the wind.

A shower has begun in the distance. The marbled clouds look like a dream.

“I’ll go to meet you where the gerberas sway in the morning.” I close my eyes and imagine that I’m a flower turning toward the sun. It’s okay if there are lies on the side as long as we have these feelings. Swaying, riding the wind————.

The weather suits this music. I’m gazing out over the panorama. I hum a melody that I don’t understand. Your absent self flows forth from the colors of the wind. It’s like the world has been ending all along. I stood motionless so that it wouldn’t fall.

“I’ll go to meet you where the gerberas sway in the morning.” I close my eyes and imagine that I’m a flower turning toward the sun. It’s okay if there are lies on the side as long as we have these feelings. Swaying, riding the wind, Riding the wind————.

“From now on” is a lie, and “later on” is a lie; the only truth is “goodbye.”

“I’ll go to meet you where the gerberas sway in the morning.” I close my eyes and imagine that I’m a flower turning toward the sun. I had a beautiful dream in the broken sunlight Where the white light shone directly one day. It’s okay if there are lies on the side as long as we have these feelings. Swaying, riding the wind. Swaying, riding the wind————.

 不純物 (Fujunbutsu) by Plastic Tree

25:00 An exposed needle The feelings for you are sharp Only the two of us in the whole world A dream somewhere between good and bad

Heavy, red, twisting, Close your lips Beautiful, disgusting, so many colors Even if it’s a lie, “I like you.”

Insoluble, insoluble, insoluble, I’m sinking Growing transparent, growing transparent, growing transparent, I’m disappearing Piling up, piling up, piling up, you and me, At the bottoms of our hearts, impurities————.

Is it enervated sadness? These noisy tears Look, please look, everything will lift Even if it’s a lie, I’ll bear it

Melting together, melting together, melting together, we’re blending Disappearing, disappearing, disappearing, completely going away Cold, cold, cold, you and me, From the bottoms of our hearts, impurities————.

As for compassion — it’s the clap of a hand As for feelings — they’re missing Love is a hindrance — the road to destruction Affection is garbage — to the disposal

Insoluble, insoluble, insoluble, I’m sinking Disappearing, disappearing, disappearing, completely going away Piling up, piling up, piling up, you and me,

From the bottoms of our hearts,

Accumulating,

From the bottoms of our hearts,

Piling up,

All that’s left are the impurities————. Ah————. Ah————. Ah————.

Fate by L'Arc~en~Ciel

Fate runs deep Between the frozen conifers Fleetingly embracing hope  And burning up into the swirling storm 

Ah, the light's retreating  Ah, my heartbeat screams 

I think of you bittersweetly  These arms, this heart  Across the land, across my heart  For the one I love...? 

Who is laughing at the other end of the long rails? 

When will we forgive each other?  When will the end come? 

I can't stop, I can't run away  Manipulated by an illusion  I keep running, groping my way  Even if what lies ahead is a mistake 

What is love? What is a lie?  I don't know - time closes in on me ruthlessly - 

Now they tear through the silence  Now they alight...ah  Now they take aim  In an instant they fire 

I think of you bittersweetly  These arms, this heart  I shiver freezingly  Only you, only you  If spring comes, if the dawn breaks  To that sky, in that place  Faster than anyone  If I ran through the dark  Would we really be joined? 

What is love? What is a lie?  I don't know... I just long for you 

ザザ降り、ザザ鳴り。 (Zaza furi, zaza nari.) by Plastic Tree - Studio Live

Inside my chest, it’s shaking. I just had a faceless dream. I still can’t sleep because it’s flickering in the red darkness of my closed eyes.

A black night. A guard rail. A mercury lamp. Light like haze. When I notice, it falls and light shines from my shattered self.

Pouring rain, memories attached to the sound of the rainfall A vivid transparency with feelings that can’t be washed away Roaring thunder, a monochrome sandstorm on the television screen A busy loneliness with a heart that can’t be harmonized with Engraving, engraving in my life Engraving, engraving in my life

Fruitless efforts. Monologues. I want to finish drawing this circle. The consciousness of my shattered self is like a marble, like a glass window.

Pouring rain, memories blurring together like drops of water A beautiful transparency with feelings that can’t spill out Roaring thunder, a syndrome of grating sounds and white noise screens A flashy loneliness with a heart that can’t be seen Cutting up, cutting up in my life Cutting up, cutting up in my life

Echoes. Cracks. A state of emergency. Smiling and crying. The cowards? The brave? Negative? Positive?

Pouring rain, memories attached to the sound of the rainfall A vivid transparency with feelings that can’t be washed away Roaring thunder, a monochrome sandstorm on the television screen A busy loneliness with a heart that can’t be harmonized with Engraving, engraving in my life Engraving, engraving in my life