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| Song title | |||
| "cow under the moon" | |||
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| March 6, 2025 | |||
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| Denka Shaa Yuutsukoe Karasu, Monone, Ayaka, WhiteCUL, and Nurse Robot Type T (chorus) | |||
| Producer(s) | |||
wEkki_i (music, lyrics)
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| 80+ | |||
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Description
"i cant really write lyrics... but what i was able to drag out of myself was a loose amalgamation of ocs and the book we read in class. my 2nd time trying to make an original👊👊 i use diffsinger this time. and the train horn utau" |
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Lyrics[]
if in 200 years, you and i have long disappeared,
if this world still couldn’t answer the big bang story, and “hey diddle diddle” was our only answer,
then i wonder what does that make the present
if in 150 years, all the castles have weathered and burned down,
if the sealine was dyed in red with the dead bodies of serpents,
and if the fiddle no longer could echo your rhyme
—well then, what does that make the seasons?
duh. their days are numbered
once again im on the edge,
it looks like im all alone
even if you had been here,
it stays stiff as a stone
on the count of 2 well break out, like cows jumping over the moon
on the count of 2 well break out, so tomorrow wont come a day late
cause surely that would be
such an awful catastrophe
on the count of 2 well break out, but never on the count of 1
on the count of 2 ill tell you, how much i had really loved you,
“ha ha ha ha ha,” laughs the dog,
and so tomorrow marches on
the cats grin she left behind,
alice did not find
all the years that passed us by,
theres no trace in sight
one again im on the edge
-gain im on the edge
-gain im on the edge
-gain im on the edge
on the count of 2 were dancing, like cows jumping over the moon
on the count of 2 the world crumbles, collapsing the trumpets melody— an awaited catastrophe
on the count of 2 there will be a thousand songs i held back
on the count of 2 i could say that ill tell you but even then,
i dont think i will ever get around to sitting down with you
there are simply certain words i cant get to come slip my tongue,
but maybe even then its okay, as long as today isnt done?
if in 50 years, the cat and the fiddle are still playing the same song,
where all we do is wait in the tower with no hope,
is it really just so wrong, this me who clings to all we have—
or am i just a hypocrite
right now i am over the moon!
right now im over the moon!
singing the same calm songs, this flat tune through doomsday
in the end i guess i still am the same old pessimistic youth
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