幻想のくに / Land of Illusion

「スマホに録音した自分の鼻歌18曲目」のカバー曲のカバー曲です。 A cover of "The 18th Song I Recorded Myself Humming on My Smartphone." February16, 2026 2月16日鼻18 以下の曲のカバーです、　This is a cover of the following song: https://suno.com/song/885d973e-f1e0-4d97-8ed2-0884866e8b40 Lyrics : Gemini 80%, Mayma 20% 2026 Music : Mayma 2026 Please note: I am a member of SOCAN (ASCAP) © 2026 Mayma All rights reserved. 0.5 ***************************** ***************************** [hana18, 0216 2026] [Atmospheric vocals, not upfront,] [Vocals sit behind the instrumental] [Balanced mix, VOCALS NOT DOMINANT] [Intro] [Verse A] ポケットのなかには ぎんのさかなと 誰かが捨てた 日曜日がはいってる・・・ [Verse A] 窓を開ければ 街は巨大なかんおけ 君のピアノから 砂がこぼれ落ちる [Verse B] 「もしもし、 なくした夢の落としぬしはいませんか？」 電話の受話器からは しおさいのおとだけ。 自分のかげを がびょうで壁に打ち付けた 逃げ出さないように [Interlude] [Verse C] 月は 空にあいた たばこのやけどあと 時は まつげに積もる 冷たいほこり 鏡を覗けば そこには 見知らぬろうばのかお 僕の未来を トランプで うらなう うらなう [Chorus]　 [Vocals, Modest, Do Not excited or shouting] あゝ 幻想のくによ , 紙細工の「抒情」よ 体は 一本の 透明な管 銀河の底から 悲しみを 吸い上げる。 前衛という極彩色の蛾が 僕の目玉で最後のダンス [Outro] [Vocals, Modest, Do Not excited or shouting] 「ねえ……嘘をついて。 世界は一冊のふるほんで、おれたちはその余白に書き込まれた、ただの「誤植」だと言って。 朝が来たら、誰かの指先で、そっと消されてしまうよ……。 おやすみ。まだ、そこに……誰か、いる？」……。 ＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿ （In English） [Intro] [Verse A] In my pocket, I have a silver fish and a Sunday that someone threw away... [Verse A] When I open the window, the city is like a giant coffin. Sand spills from your piano. [Verse B] "Hello, has anyone lost their dreams?" Only the sound of the waves can be heard from the telephone receiver. I nailed my shadow to the wall with nails, trying not to run away. [Interlude] [Verse C] The moon opened in the sky, a cigarette burn. Time piled up cold dust on my eyelashes. Looking in the mirror, I saw the face of a strange old woman. Fortune-telling my future with playing cards. [Chorus] [Vocals, Modest, Do Not Excited or Shouting] Ah, land of illusion, paper "lyricism." My body is a single transparent tube. Sucking up sadness from the depths of the galaxy. The brilliantly colored moth known as the avant-garde dances its final dance with my eyeball. [Outro] [Vocals, Modest, Do Not Excited or Shouting] "Hey... tell me a lie. Say the world is an old book, and we're just "typos" written in its margins. When morning comes, it will be gently erased by someone's fingertips... Good night. Is there still someone there?...