1. |
11.05
03:34
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Would you turn back time
if you know your mind could turn any minute?
Would you save a smile
if you know times won’t change?
See I don’t want to look at numbers
to make decisions I can’t call my own.
I don’t want to turn my calendar
And just live to count down.
I want to feel my skin
without having to judge its age.
I want to do what I dream about
without thinking I’m too young or old.
See my life was perfect at 11:05.
Why did I have to move on?
I never wanted to let go.
And my life was perfect at 11:05.
Not knowing what tears meant to me,
not knowing what time would do to me.
Clock is ticking every day.
Either too fast or too slow, setting the pace for your own goals.
We’re always looking straight,
but all I really want is for my memories not to fade.
I want good things to last,
don’t want the leaves to fall down
don’t want to turn my calendar,
and just live to count down.
If only we’d stop time
after 11:05.
If only we could stop
for a second at 11:05.
See my life was perfect at 11:05.
Why did I have to move on?
I never wanted to let go.
And my life was perfect at 11:05.
Not knowing what tears meant to me,
not knowing what time would do to me.
Times pace is threefold:
the future approaches with hesitation,
the present flies off as fast as an arrow
and the past remains silent forever.
Time doesn’t die at all.
It flies away into thin air
leaving us empty
just to pity.
Counting on time is stupidity.
See my life was perfect at 11:05.
Why did I have to move on?
I never wanted to let go.
And my life was perfect at 11:05.
Not knowing what tears meant to me,
not knowing what time would do to me.
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2. |
(Co)me a(ro)und (na)ʊ
02:50
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Hopes crushed
again and again.
No way out
and I’m too tired to move along.
My thoughts are spiraling
around a selfish ending
time goes on
but my own dreams are constantly on hold.
When will we meet again?
Stuck in a loop.
Cause I wanna believe
that if one door shuts down in front of you,
the next one you’ll leave
will take you somewhere you will find
another piece of life.
But don’t look at me
as if I need somebody’s help.
I’ll come around.
I’ll come around now.
Lives lost
again and again.
No win out.
We just seem to learn to coexist.
I’ve stopped the count of all
the losses we choose to ignore.
You say we’ll be alright
but I just keep on losing my own mind.
When will we meet again?
Stuck in a loop.
Cause I wanna believe
that if one door shuts down in front of you,
the next one you’ll leave
will take you somewhere you will find
another piece of life.
But don’t look at me
as if I need somebody’s help.
I’ll come around.
I’ll come around now.
Cause I wanna believe
that if one door shuts down in front of you,
the next one you’ll leave
will take you somewhere you will find
another piece of life.
But you know
I need somebody’s help sometimes.
I’ll come around
I’ll come around now.
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3. |
24th winter
04:12
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I’m walking down this road again
Since 1997 it seems like nothing has changed.
The tree right by the church
and the playground on my right,
the sounds that I am hearing are
imprinted in my mind.
But as I walk,
I notice somehow,
the people I have grown to know
they’ve seemed to move on.
And I go through
the 24th winter that I know
until I realize the snow is gone.
Sometimes I think back to better times,
When life would not be all about
chasing places to hide.
The summers by the sea
And the autumns that I spent
by just watching the leaves turn grey.
And that was all it’d take
to make me dream
of all the wonderful things in life
that are awaiting me.
Yet I go through
my 24th winter
without me even knowing
that the snow’s already gone.
See I’m longing for change.
Yet my mind is full of thoughts and I’m too restless to see
that I’ve been changing all along.
But it seems like it’s become
such a shame to feel lost.
And I go through
My 24th winter.
And I finally know,
that the snow’s already gone.
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4. |
S(e)oulmates
03:48
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Every time I think about you guys,
every time I try to remember those times,
it seems so far away,
why couldn’t we just stay?
Through what seems like fog,
it’s just dirty air,
we keep walking.
We don’t seem to care.
We don’t have to look for dreams here.
Cause although it’s dirty
Everything seems so clear.
So let me just hop again on the next flight.
I just want to see if I will go to you.
If I could just hop again on the next flight,
would we meet in Seoul?
As if we never went home.
Looking back, it’s not that everything was perfect.
And we surely had our worries too.
But why did life seem so much easier back then.
I guess it’s cause I was with you.
I hate that our time has become a distant memory,
that gradually fades
like a simple dream.
Seasons changed and so did I
and it’s making me sad, so sad,
that it will never be the same again.
So let me just hop again on the next flight.
I just want to see if I will go to you.
If I could just hop again on the next flight,
would we meet in Seoul?
As if we never went home.
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5. |
Gone by 48
04:52
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My whole family is gone
and my hometown is lost.
It’s hidden beneath the surface
under a web of nets.
We live for your pleasure
and you don’t seem to think straight.
Being blinded by illusions
‘till we’re gone by 48
Why do you keep on like this?
We can’t breathe through your ignorance.
If you love us so much,
then tell me what’s the price you’ll pay?
You think we don’t feel pain
but blood runs through our veins too.
You think we’re all the same,
but we have different traditions and borders too.
I just want to feel warmth and affection in my home.
Don’t want to be scared to be gone by 48.
You see us on TV
and in some movies too.
We’re colorful and happy
with no worries at all.
But deep in the ocean
most of us are out of sight.
My sisters trapped in glass tanks
and my brothers left to cry.
Why do you keep on like this?
We can’t breathe through your ignorance.
Will you wake up and realize,
If you’re the one who’d die tonight?
You think we don’t feel pain
but blood runs through our veins too.
You think we’re all the same,
but we have different traditions and borders too.
I just want to feel warmth and affection in my home.
Don’t want to be scared to be gone by 48.
You’ve heard thousand cries of help
that you’ve all denied.
But we’ll be alright.
Cause we’ll all be gone by 48. By 48. 'Till 2048.
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Chakoshi Tokyo, Japan
Asian-caucasian, born in Berlin, currently based in Tokyo. Constantly living in a diaspora.
Writing music as therapy, for fun, as a stress relief. Hope you find some joy in it :)
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