HOOKs⏬️ https://suno.com/@tooone/hook/307be62a-41d3-4f0a-95e6-7bd29cd91de7 ---------------------------------- 🎶 Produced by TOOone ---------------------------------- 🎼 Lyrics : TOOone with Chat-GPT 🎵 Remaster Tea Party of March Hare https://suno.com/song/dd817d8a-3183-4a88-bba0-cd7ae4d63302 🎹 Structure & Chord Plan: TOOone with Cubase 15 🎧 Genre Styling: [ folk-rock ] tempo: 81BPM Key :G Chord : | G/Bm | C ｜ I - iii - IV の繰り返しが基本パターン 🐇 🎨 Cover Art Plan: TOOone 🖌️ Illustration: GPT image 2.5 🐇 🎬 Music Video: ・ movie: FLOW (Veo3.1 LIte & DomoAI ) ・Editing: Filmora 15 ---------------------------------- 帽子屋は時計に バターを塗る ヤマネはポットの 底で寝る オレがちょっと 脚を組みかえりゃ 「また始まった」って 目で見やがる 長い脚は生まれつき 跳ねるのだって仕事じゃない 春の野原で少し荒れた それが何百年も尾を引いてる Mad as a March hare 誰が最初に言ったんだ 毛は季節ごとに替わるのに その看板だけ脱げやしない できれば日本へ行きたかった 月の上で餅をつきたかった オレはみんなが思うほど 年中 春じゃない 白く丸くなって 何もしないで愛されたかった 紅茶はとっくに冷めてる 耳だけ撫でてくれ 極東には月があり うさぎが杵を持ってるらしい 着物の柄になって跳ねたって 誰も下世話なことは言わない いなばのあいつは丸裸でも 最後は神様が助けに来る こっちじゃ裸になったなら また夜の雑誌の表紙だぜ できれば日本へ行きたかった 月の上でもちをつきたかった オレはみんなが思うほど 年中 春じゃない 白く丸くなって 何もしないで愛されたかった 紅茶はとっくに冷めてる 耳だけ撫でてくれ ロンドン発 横浜行き 貨物船のすき間へもぐる 干し草 水 偽名は白兎 目指すはモフモフの桃源郷 ……待ってろよ 因幡の白兎 できれば日本へ行きたかった 雪うさぎで眠っていたかった オレはみんなが思うほど 年中 春じゃない あばよ 狂った王国 オレは降りるぜ この茶会 紅茶はとっくに冷めてる 耳だけ撫でてくれ ……まあ 船酔いはするけどな ──────────── The Hatter spreads butter on his watch. The Dormouse sleeps at the bottom of the teapot. And if I so much as shift the way I cross my legs, they look at me like, “Here he goes again.” I was born with long legs. Jumping around isn’t even my job. I got a little wild in the fields one spring, and somehow I’ve been paying for it for hundreds of years. **“Mad as a March hare.”** Who came up with that in the first place? My coat changes with the seasons, but I can never take off that label. [Chorus – gently melodic] If I could, I would have gone to Japan. I would have made rice cakes up on the moon. I’m not nearly as “springtime” all year round as people seem to think. I wanted to be white and round, and be loved just for sitting there doing nothing. The tea went cold a long time ago. Just stroke my ears. Far away in the East, there’s a moon, and apparently there’s a rabbit up there holding a wooden mallet. A rabbit can leap across the pattern of a kimono, and nobody makes a dirty joke about it. That fellow from Inaba can be completely skinned alive, and in the end, a god still comes along to save him. Over here, if I showed up naked, I’d end up on the cover of some late-night magazine again. If I could, I would have gone to Japan. I would have made rice cakes up on the moon. I’m not nearly as “springtime” all year round as people seem to think. I wanted to be white and round, and be loved just for sitting there doing nothing. The tea went cold a long time ago. Just stroke my ears. London to Yokohama. I’ll hide myself somewhere in the hold of a cargo ship. Hay, water, and a false name: **White Rabbit**. Destination: a fluffy promised land. …Just you wait, White Hare of Inaba. If I could, I would have gone to Japan. I would have slept as a little snow rabbit. I’m not nearly as “springtime” all year round as people seem to think. So long, you mad kingdom. I’m getting off this tea party. The tea went cold a long time ago. Just stroke my ears. …Well, I do get seasick, though.
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