Lyric Secret code

Stand Up

ROMANISATION

Hey girl meno maeni araware tatobira wo akereba
Oh right sagashiteta otoni deaeru
Tonight yume miteta kono yoruo shinjite mitainara
So high kokonikite karada atsukete (Baby lets Get Down)

(Baby lets Get Down)
All night long sore tomo eien
(Baby let's spend the night)
If you want kono mama zutto

Kanjite Communication and vibration
Hiro gatte yuke Funkination
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right
Stand up Party tonight

Tanoshin na Sensation big invitation
Jiyuu ninatte Sweet emotion
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right
Stand up Party tonight

Don't Stop yoake made mitsume atte odori tsuzukete
So hot fushigi na hodo wakatte iru kara
It's you aizu shite dare ni mo kizukare nai you ni ne
Kiss you dakishimete soko kara saki wa

(Baby let's get down)
Call my name sou nan do mo
(Baby let's spend the night)
It's OK sekai ni todoke

Sawai de Communication & Vibration
Konya wa minna Funky Nation
NA NA NA NA NA Now it's alright
Stand up, party tonight
Be the sensation, the invitation
Madamada motto Sweet Emotion
NA NA NA NA NA Now it's alright
Stand up, party tonight

Baby let me hear you say (oh yeah)
Baby let me see you dancing (oh yeah) (dancing alright)
Show me everybody, crazy party, ready alright,
Come tonight (ready all right)
Baby let me hear you say (oh yeah) (baby let me see you dancing)
Baby let me see you dancing (oh yeah)
Show me everybody, crazy party, ready alright, come tonight

Kanjite communication and vibration
Hirogatte yuke funky nation
NA NA NA NA NA feel so right, stand up,
Party tonight (stand up, party tonight)
Tanoshin de sensation the invitation
Jiyuu ni natte sweet emotion
NA NA NA NA NA feel so right, stand up,
party tonight (oh yeah yeah)

Sawai de communication and vibration
Konya wa minna funky nation (funky nation)
NA NA NA NA NA feel so right, stand up,
Party tonight (stand up, party tonight)
Happy na sensation the invitation (the invitation)
Madamada motto sweet emotion
NA NA NA NA NA feel so right, stand up,
Party tonight (stand up, party tonight)

Baby let me hear you say (oh yeah)
Baby let me see you dancing (oh yeah) (dancing alright)
Show me everybody, crazy party, ready alright,
Come tonight (ready all right)
Baby let me hear you say (oh yeah) (baby let me see you dancing)
Baby let me see you dancing (oh yeah)
Show me everybody, crazy party, ready alright, come tonight

Credits: a_knot @ LJ

translation
Hey girl, if you open the door in front of your eyes,
Oh right, you'll be able to find the sound you were searching for,
Tonight, if you want to believe in the tonight you were dreaming of,
So high, come here and let me take control of your body

Baby let's get down,
All night long, or for eternity?
Baby let's spend the night,
If you want, like this, forever

Feel it, communication and vibration,
Funky nation a bit farther,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up Party tonight

The happy sensation the invitation,
Freely, the sweet emotion,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up party tonight

Don't stop, let's look at each other until dawn as we dance,
So hot, because I know what you want,
It's you, give me a sign so nobody else can see,
Kiss you, I'll embrace you tightly, and after that

Baby let's get down,
Call my name, then numerously,
Baby let's spend the night,
Yes ok, I'll send it to this world

Elated, communication and vibration,
Everybody tonight, funky nation,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up Party tonight

The happy sensation, big invitation,
It's not done yet, a little more sweet emotion,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up party tonight

Baby let me hear you say,
Baby let me see you dancing,
Show me everybody,
Crazy party, ready alright,
Come tonight

Baby let me hear you say,
Baby let me see you dancing,
Show me everybody,
Crazy party, ready alright, come tonight

Feel it, communication and vibration,
Funky nation a bit farther,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up Party tonight

The happy sensation the invitation,
Freely, the sweet emotion,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up party tonight

Elated, communication and vibration,
Everybody tonight, funky nation,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up Party tonight

The happy sensation, big invitation,
It's not done yet, a little more sweet emotion,
NA NA NA NA NA Feel so right,
Stand up party tonight

Baby let me hear you say,
Baby let me see you dancing,
Show me everybody,
Crazy party, ready alright,
Come tonight

Baby let me hear you say,
Baby let me see you dancing,
Show me everybody,
Crazy party, ready alright, come tonight

Credits: ginaaax3@soompi

TAXI

ROMANISATION

Karameta yubi wo hodoku tabi
Sono nukumori wo nigiri kaeshita

Kimi ni aeruto omou tabi
Boku no kokoro wa irodorareteku

Ta ai mo nai dekigoto mo
Futari de ire ba omoide ni dekiru noni

Kimi no koemo sono hosoi katamo
Sono hitomi mo boku no mono jyanai
Donna ni subanii demo
Kimi no mirai kawa sana kakiri
Kono omoi wo kanaeru koto wa dekinaiyo
Hitotoki no yume itai hodo suki nano
Yoru ga omotteku

Ae nai toki wo umeru you ni
Kirameku machi no hodou wo aruku

Hajimete, te ni fureta toki
Hodoketa kimi no egao ga yomigaeru

Dakishimetai dakishimete itai
Dakedo kimi wa boku no mono jyanai
Ibitsuna kokoro ga ima
Dakishimetai dakishimechya ikenai
Afureru hodo tokeru hodo motomete irunoni
Taxi wo tomete yakusoku mo kawasazu
Kimi no te afure

Kimi no koe mo, sono hosoi katamo
Sono hitomi mo, boku no mono janai
Donna ni soba ni ite mo

Kimi no mirai, kawasanai kagiri
Kou omoiu, kanaeru, koto wa dekinaiyo
Hito toki mo yume, itai hodo suki nano
Yoru ga omiteku

Credits: a_knot @ LJ



translation
Everytime you loosen our entwined hands,
I tried to hold onto the warmth,
Everytime I think I'll be able to meet you,
My heart dyes with a beautiful shade.
Even the common things turn into memories when we're together

Even your voice, even those fragile shoulders,
Even your eyes are not mine,
No matter how much I am by your side,
My feelings won't come true unless I destroy your future,
One moment's dream; I love you to the extent that it hurts,
But tonight is ending

I walk the shimmering streets,
Trying to cover the times we can't meet,
Your playful smile, after our hands had met for the first time,
Keeps reviving in my memories

I want to embrace you; I want to embrace you tightly,
Yet you are not mine; my broken heart,
I want to embrace you but I cannot,
I want you to the degree that it's overflowing, that it's melting,
Without even being able to stop the taxi and make a promise
You wave your hands

Even your voice, even those fragile shoulders,
Even your eyes are not mine,
No matter how much I am by your side,
My feelings won't come true unless I destroy your future,
One moment's dream; I love you to the extent that it hurts,
But tonight is ending

Credits: ginaaax3@soompi

9095

ROMANISATION

Juujun souna shitsuji de "kochira e" to michibikare
Kairo no hi wo tsukete "aka o migi ni" to itta

Kowareta kaitentobira yuka ni wa gokurakuchouka
Jusu no kabe wo hau taranchura kibisu kaeshi waratta

Where're you going? Baby

Nire no yuriisu de matte nanatsu wo kazoeru made me wo akenaide

(pret une) Kubisuji ni yoru no shizuku ga koe ni dekinai hodo
(deux) Nejishiki tsumiki no shirode yubi no sukima e to
(trois) Karamiatta kumo no ito wa kono mama zutto
Agari dashita sunadokei 9095 (ninety-ninety five)... 5...

Nagai kairou ni hibiku "dokoka deatta deshou ka?"
"Ao wa aka no hidari ni"

Sabi tsuita tenshi no hane baku ga suteta kinou no yume
Saki wa te no naru hou e mekakushi wo shite

Who are you? Tell me baby

Sore wa daremo utsuranai kagami no naka ni sono te wo ireru toki

(et quatre) Senaka made jukou no kaori atsui kokyu no uta
(cinq) Kuuhaku ni ukabu hitomi yurusarenai no nara
(six) Sono namida ga ikikaettara doushite motto
Mezamete yuku kasekitachi 9095 (ninety-ninety five)... 95

Mou nanimo sagasanaide soba ni iru kara
Me wo akete shimatta no nara modorenakutemo
Soredemo ii no nara sotto

(pret une) Kubisuji ni yoru no shizuku ga koe ni dekinai hodo
(deux) Nejishiki tsumiki no shiro de yubi no sukima e to
(trois) Karamiatta kumo no ito wa kono mama zutto
Agari dashita sunadokei 9095 (ninety-ninety five)...


(et quatre)Senaka made jakou no kaori atsui kokyu no uta
(cinq) Kuuhaku ni ukabu hitomi yurusarenai no nara
(six) Sono namida ga ikikaettara doushite motto
Mezamete yuku kasekitachi 9095 (ninety-ninety five)...

Credits: a_knot @ LJ



translation

The manager who seems obliging guides us by saying 'this way',
Turning on the light on the long hallway, she says 'Red to the right',
The destroyed revolving door; blissful artifical flowers on the floor,
I passed the setted wall as if I energy to pass through it

Where're you going baby?
I wait on this chair; don't open your eyes until I count to seven

Pret un, the dewdrops of night on your neck; to the extent that you lost your voice,
Deux, from the mechanical treets to between your fingers,
Trois, the spider web which entangles and entangles like this, continously,
The sandclock which started to go backwards to 9095

The noise that echoes throughout the long hallway, 'Have we met before?',
'The blue to the left of the red',
The rusted angel's wings; yesterday's dream that has been deferred,,
Concealing your eyes from the direction of the claps

Who are you? Tell me baby,
You won't show it to anyone, even if you put your hands on the mirror

Et quatre, the scent of nostalgia even on your back, your hot breath,
Cinq, the eyes which rise even in the darkness; if it's not permitted,
Six, if your tears are reviving, then somehow,
The remains which slowly come to live in 9095

Don't try to find anything more than this for I'll be by your side,
Even though you can't go back once you have opened your eyes,
If you still like it then, silently,

Pret un, the dewdrops of night on your neck; to the extent that you lost your voice,
Deux, from the mechanical treets to between your fingers,
Trois, the spider web which entangles and entangles like this, continously,
The sandclock which started to go backwards to 9095

Et quatre, the scent of nostalgia even on your back, your hot breath,
Cinq, the eyes which rise even in the darkness; if it's not permitted,
Six, if your tears are reviving, then somehow,
The remains which slowly come to live in 9095
Credits: ginaaax3@soompi

Nobody Knows

ROMANISATION

Nobody Knows...yeah... alright baby

Aishi te mo Nobody Knows
Kono yoru no tobari wo mitsume teru anata wo
Kakusu ashi oto
Saikin sono ude de motome au muchuu de
Tameiki no yukue dare mo shiranakute

Oh lady
Futari wa kyouhan sha
Onaji you ni o i? Daite ai ni yukeru

Kono jitsu wa mou nan demo ii
Hidoku zutsuu ga shi te nemure nai itte

Ah baby oshiete
Baby checkmate
Ukeau shika nai situation

Anata wa mada nani ka obieteru no?
Boku ga soba ni iru yo zutto
Karada no oku de (dai te)

Michitarita unmei mo utsukushiki eien mo
Imasara kankei nai yo
Anata ga subete
Kadori tsuku hitomi ni hamari kuru migoto ni
Konna nichijou ha dare mo shira nakute

Uso wo tsuki taku nai no nara
Damatte ire ba ii
Mesa naru made

Boku dake ga shinjitsu wo shitteru
Warui yume de wa naku itoshi sa datte

Nigaku setsunai Fake chocolate
Kuchiutsushi suru communication

Tada no uwaki da to yakusoku shita
Dakara ima wa sore ijou ni kanji au dake

Itsu no hi ka anata to aozora ga mi tai yo
Negatte mo ii ka na?
Kokoro hisoka ni
Nemutteru anata no senaka de iku biya no
Seninsu no kotoba dare mo shira nakute

Boku ga hata ni iru yo zutto
Karada no oku de (dai te)

Aishi te mo Nobody Knows
Kono yoru no tobari wo mitsume teru anata wo
Kakusu ashi oto
Saikin sono ude de motome au muchuu de
Tameiki no yukue dare mo shira nakute

Michitari ta unmei mo utsukushii eien mo
Imasara kankei nai yo
Anata ga subete
Karamitsuku hitomi ni hamari kuru migoto ni
Konna nichijou wa dare mo shira nakute

Credits: a_knot @ LJ



translation

Even if I love, nobody knows,
The footsteps that conceal you,
As you watch the curtain of tonight approach,
We want each other endlessly, crazily,
Without anybody knowing the liberation of one's sigh

With this, we will be able to embrace the scent of crime and meet,
Excuses, such as not being able to sleep due to a fever, does not matter

Pushing you to the wall, baby checkmate,
The situation where we can't help but melt into one other,
What are you still afraid of?
I'm next you; in the depths of your body, baby

Even the satisfying fate,
Even the beautiful eternity,
It doesn’t matter to me anymore; you’re my everything,
Getting drawn intoyour mesmerizing eyes,
Without anybody knowing my daily life

If you don't want to tell a lie,
Don't say anything until I open my eyes,
Only I know the truth; that this is not a nightmare but love

The bitter and sad black chocolate,
The communication we send by our mouths,
Because you promised that tears meant the end,
Now we are feeling each other on the next level

I want to see the blue sky with you in the future,
Can I dream of that? Secretly in my heart, without you knowing,
Nobody knows the words that are carried through this melody,
As I play the piano behind your back while you sleep,
I'm next you; in the depths of your body, baby

Even if I love, nobody knows,
The footsteps that conceal you,
As you watch the curtain of tonight approach,
We want each other endlessly, crazily,
Without anybody knowing the liberation of one's sigh

Even the satisfying fate,
Even the beautiful eternity,
It doesn’t matter to me anymore; you’re my everything,
Getting drawn intoyour mesmerizing eyes,
Without anybody knowing my daily life

Credits: ginaaax3@soompi

Force

ROMANISATION

I know you're a destroyer without a gun oto mo naku the fight has begun
Itsunomani subete Turn about to dark side of the world

Kuufuku wo mitasu poison drop sou mishiu hodo ni nan do mo
Kurikaesarete yuku scenario it drives me up the wall

Coming up, coming up me wo samasu made
Coming up, coming up torimodosu made
Coming up, coming up shinjiaeru made
Coming up, coming up we're calling you

Say oh!
Sono karada ni wa Is there the soul? Azamuku mae ni can you say no?
Itsuwara zu ni Do you have faith in yourself?
Oh game ni wa shuushifu wo shinjitsu ni wa yuuki wo
So never give it up baby, join the force

Moshi donna ni tsuyoku ai shitemo dare ni mo money can't buy you love
Shihai dekinai kara koso the precious only one
Unmei to wa go round and round tsunagatteru life inside the earth
Yokubou ni kiba wo toida rakuen you can never come back again

Coming up, coming up tsutaetodoku made
Coming up, coming up　te ni fureru made
Coming up, coming up　dakishimeru made
Coming up, coming up we're calling you

Say oh
Sono karada ni wa Is there the soul? (baby alright)　
azamaku mae ni can you say no? (no no no...)
Itsuwarazu ni Do you have faith in yourself? (you have faith in yourself yeah)
Oh souzou ni wa seigi wo　kono eien ni hikari wo (ah)
So never give it up baby join the force (baby oh yeah)

Mamoru beki koto hokoru beki koto tsurameiete koto never too late
Tooi ashita demo fuan ni yuretemo ai suru hito yo believe always

Coming up coming up　me wo samasu made
Coming up coming up　torimodosu made
Coming up coming up　shinjiaeru made
Coming up coming up we're calling you

Sono karada ni wa Is there the soul?　(Is there a soul?)　
Azamaku mae ni can you say no? (no no)
Itsuwarazu ni Do you have faith in yourself? (you have faith in yourself)
Oh game ni wa shuushifu wo shinjitsu ni wa yuuki wo (baby alright)
So never give it up baby join the force (so never give it up baby join the force)

Say oh

Credits: a_knot @ LJ



translation

I know you're a destroyer without a gun,
Without a sound, the fight has begun,
Suddenly, everybody is turnbout to dark side of the world

The poison drop that fills our hunger,
Numerously as if we have forgotten about it,
The scenario that repeats; it drives me up the wall

Coming up, coming up, until we open our eyes,
Coming up, coming up, until we retrieve it,
Coming up, coming up, until we can trust each other,
Coming up, coming up, we're calling you

Say oh,
Is there the soul in that body?
Is there energy in your soul? Can you say no?
Without a lie, do you have faith in yourself?
An end to the game; courage to the truth,
So never give it up baby join the force

In case, no matter how genuine your love is,
Anyone, money can't buy you love,
Since you can't control it, the precious only on

Fate go round and round,
It's linked to life inside the earth,
The paradise that grinded the desire,
You can never come back again

Coming up, coming up, until I can send it to you,
Coming up, coming up, until you reach my hands,
Coming up, coming up, until I can embrace you,
Coming up, coming up, we're calling you

Say oh,
Is there the soul in that body?
Is there energy in your soul? Can you say no?
Without a lie, do you have faith in yourself?
Oh, justice to creation; light to this eternity,
So never give it up baby,
Join the force

The things you have to keep,
The things of self-satisfaction,
The things you have to pierce,
Never too late

Even if it's a distant tomorrow,
Even though you're shaking by doubts,
If you love, believe always

Coming up, coming up, until we open our eyes,
Coming up, coming up, until we retrieve it,
Coming up, coming up, until we can trust each other,
Coming up, coming up, we're calling you

Say oh,
Is there the soul in that body?
Is there energy in your soul? Can you say no?
Without a lie, do you have faith in yourself?
An end to the game; courage to the truth,
So never give it up baby join the force

Credits: ginaaax3@soompi

Secret Game

ROMANISATION

Uh Uh can you catch me? Oh baby cop girl minisukaato ni hasshin souchi wo Stick
Kono kando wa good good sousa sen wo Check please
Next U-KNOW are you ready ?
I'm OK (hey)

All right tsuuka Security, change my style hige & sangurasu
Chaser tachi wo maite Follow up
Five gold fingers, c'mon pretty pretty girls

(Countdown hurry up 3, 2, 1　So sweetest trap)
It's show time we found the one
(Countdown hurry up sweet trap)
We want your mind　hihou ga nemutteru Babylon

Houshuu Kiss wo mou ikai Right now (Catch me if you can - oh)
Joukuu he Getaway glider de Uh - ah

We get it baby if you wanna trap in T yeah (ah-ah)
We get it baby if you wanna trap in V yeah (oh-oh)
We get it baby if you wanna trap in X yeah (ah-ah)
We get it baby if you wanna trap in Q yeah (oh-oh)
We get it baby if you wanna trap in 4 yeah (ah-ah)

Oh baby fantastic neratta toori ni winner no wonder we are team of dream

Credits: a_knot @ LJ



translation
Sticking thing sending equipment on your mini-skirt,
This reception is good good, the police investigation, check please,
Next, you know, are you ready?
I'm okay

All right, pass security, change my style, beard & sunglasses,
Throwing the chasers off, follow up,
Five gold fingers, c'mon pretty pretty girls

Count down, hurry up, 3, 2, 1,
We want your mind; the secret treasure is asleep in Babylon,
A kiss as a response, once more, right now,
With success, get away glider

We get it baby if you wanna trap in T yeah,
We get it baby if you wanna trap in V yeah,
We get it baby if you wanna trap in X yeah,
We get it baby if you wanna trap in Q yeah,
We get it baby if you wanna trap in 4 yeah,
Oh baby fantasista, as I aimed for, winner,
No wonder we are team of dream

Credits: ginaaax3@soompi

Take Your Hands

romanisation

Yeah come on... take your hands
Oh yeah...

Yokubou darake no LIFE kimi wa nani wo motomete iru no? Kanjou muku mama
You're gonna try it
Butsukari atta-tte saigo ni nokoru no wa kuukyo na kimochi to kizu dake
If you wanna feel it,
Daichi wo koete umi wo koete Just take your hands now!

* Go! Mirai wo IMEEJI shinagara Go! Kagayakeru ashita e
Go! Go! Kokoro wa tsunagaru sa go!

Junsui na hitomi no oku ni wa kagayaki tsuzuketeru yume ga aru darou
You're gonna make it
Kitto omoi wa Don't stop!
Itsu no hi ka wakari aeru darou
So take your time

Ikusen no negai uzumaku sekai de take your hands everybody
Tsutawaru heart to heart
Umi no mukougawa tsuzuku michi ga aru just close your eyes
Listen to their voice

So beautiful eyes chiisakute mo kagayakeru you can feel in your body
What you want, what you need taisetsu na koto
Don't hesitate, now take your hands, go!

** Go! Jibun no tame dake ja nakute tomo ni ayumu chikara
Go! Go! Sekai wa tsunagaru sa go!

Sorezore no kokoro ni egakareta DORAMA
I believe kanashimi dake ja nai darou

Don't you forget love

Osorenaide kimi no ai wa dareka mune de hikari ni naru
Onaji sora no shita ikiteiru just take your hands now

* Repeat
** Repeat

Credits: http://lunatunalover.livejournal.com/ Alicia



translation

In this desire filled life, what are you searching for? As you face your feelings
You're gonna try it
You say "I've taken them on" but in the end all that's left is an empty feeling and scars
If you wanna feel it,
Cross over the land, cross over the ocean, just take them in your hands now!

* Go! As you imagine the future, go towards a tomorrow that can shine
Go! Go! Our hearts are connected, so go!

Deep within those pure eyes, there's a dream that keeps shining isn't there?
You're gonna make it
Make sure those feelings don't stop
And someday we'll be able to understand each other,
So take your time

There are thousands of wishes in this whirling world, take them in your hands everybody
And spread them from heart to heart
There's a road that continues on the other side of the ocean, just close your eyes
Listen to their voice

Eyes so beautiful, even if they're small, they can still shine
You can feel it in your body:
What you want, what you need, the things that are important to you
Don't hesitate, take them in your hands now and go!

** Go! Not just for your own sake, go! Together we have the strength to move forward
Go! Go! All the world is connected, so go!

I believe the story etched into every heart
Isn't just one of sorrow

Don't you forget love

Don't be afraid, your love will become a light in someone else's heart
We're all living under the same sky, just take your hands now!

* Repeat
** Repeat

Credits: http://lunatunalover.livejournal.com/ Alicia

Survivor

ROMANISATION

Everytime Everyday ima daremo ga Survivor
Looking for Everywhere kono jitai ni Don't give up

Koko kara tachi agatte hikari sagashite
Chance ni kaeyou isshoni Let's try
Oh baby let's try!

Kokoro ni One smile mitsuketara Shine on me
Two smile kasanetara Shine on me
Sekai ga kagayaku youni Smile Smile
Iki nuku Survivor

Kimi ga ireba mawari michi demo not so bad
wasurekaketa taisetsuna mono remember

hitori dewa dekinai koto demo
kimochi wo awasete hajimereba we can
oh baby we can!

dokoka ni one dream itsu no hi ka still on
two dream ugokidasu brand new world
dareka wo aisuru youni dream dream
dakishimete

kokoro ni one love ashita nara so easy
two love tsunaidara be happy
jibun wo shinjiru youni love love
iki nuku survivor

daremo ga survivor
tomo ni yuku survivor

kokoro ni one smile mitsuketara shine on me
two smile kasanetara
sekai ga kagayaku youni smile smile
dakishimete ikiyou

kokoro ni one love ashita nara so easy
two love tsunaidara be happy
jibun wo shinjiru youni love love
iki nuku survivor



translation
Everytime, everyday
everybody now is a survivor
Looking for everywhere
In this case, don't give up

Standing up from here
searching for the light
Together we have a chance
to change, so let's try
oh baby let's try

With One Smile
you find a heart Shine on me
Two Smiles
that we can join, Shine on me
Shine like the world does
Smile, Smile
Survive, Survivor!

Even if you're going
on a u-turn, it's not so bad
remember something important
Being alone is too hard
We can unite our feelings / thoughts to begin
Oh baby we can

Somewhere there's One Dream
With the main aim to Still (going) on
Two Dreams for a Brand new world
and someone to love
Dream Dream
Let's hug

With One Love
Tomorrow can be So easy
Two Love(s)
that we can join to Be happy
believe in yourself
Love Love
Survive, Survivor

Everyone is a Survivor
Together we are Survivors
Smile and dream now
Everybody Everybody night

With One Smile
you find a heart Shine on me
Two Smiles
that we can join,
Shine like the world does
Smile, Smile
Let’s hug

With One Love
Tomorrow can be So easy
Two Love(s)
that we can join to Be happy
believe in yourself
Love Love
Survive, Survivor

Credits: frapbois@DNBN + youtube.com / kenoa83

Tohoshinki-Share the world

Ano oozora ni todoku made
I believe hitotsu no ashita he..Hey
Come on lets go everybody oh we share the music
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one dream
Come on lets go everybody oh we share the good times
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one world

Kurayami mayoikomi tesaguri de nazotoki
Yuki sakia meizuni tachidomaru toki
Umm you and me yes kimochi wakachiau sekai ni
Michibiki I feel the beat
Arukidashitekuoh yeah
Share the music itsudatte
Share the one dream shinjiatte
Share the one times to wo tsunaide
Share the one world now

Ano oozora ni todoku made
Nandodemo boku wa yukunda
Imakozo koeteyukou I believe
Hitotsu no ashita he hey yeah yeah…
Come on lets go everybody oh we share the music
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one world

Oikake owarate mebiausu no wa no ue
Chikazuki maemuki nee share shitai yo style
Hajimaru hirogaru souzou ijyou kono flavor
Karadachuu I feel so good jiyuu ni nareru oh yeah
Share the music tookutatte
Share the one dream tsuteatte
Share the one times sou waratte
Share the one world now

Mienai kabe no mukougawa ni
Matteiru kimi ga itanda
Mou sugu ni todoku kara I believe hitotsu no sekai he yeah yeah…

Come on lets go everybody oh we share the music
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one dream
Come on lets go everybody oh we share the good times
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one world

Ano oozora ni todoku made
Nandodemo boku wa yukunda
Imakozo koeteyukou I believe
Hitotsu no ashita he hey yeah yeah…
Mienai kabe no mukougawa ni
Matteiru kimi ga itanda
Mou sugu ni todoku kara I believe hitotsu no sekai he yeah yeah…

Come on lets go everybody oh we share the music
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one dream
Come on lets go everybody oh we share the good times
Come on lets go baby baby oh we share the one world

waiting for godot: hellfire

Fifteen minutes into Waiting for Godot I become aware that the infamous tree stripped bare usually present in productions of this play has been replaced by a farmer's fence post. Extending from floor to ceiling, the post has been separated into two parts, not by axe or chainsaw, but by flame. A burnt offering the relevance of which could not be lost upon a nation's psyche almost incinerated by Australia's worst natural disaster, the 2009 Victorian bushfires. Reg Evans, an omnipotent actor who appeared in many Australian television and theatre productions, had the natural features of a tragic clown. Sad, brooding eyes beneath an overhanging brow offset by the comic goofiness of quivering jowls, if ever one man was born to play Estragon in this, La Mama's 2009 production of Godot, it was Evans. And he almost did as well; having initiated this show in collaboration with director Laurence Strangio, only then to die in the St. Andrews bushfire.

Using the often quoted 'Inferno' to figuratively express a vision of hell was best achieved by Dante. These days, such an inflammatory metaphor should be left to religious zealots conducting sunday morning bible classes. But this is not to say that director Strangio's inclusion of a burnt fence post in this production was not an inspired choice. As a visual statement encapsulating the metaphysical malaise central to all of Beckett's work, it was also a wonderful memorial to Evans in particular, and many others, who tragically lost their lives in what could only be described as a Beckettian moment. The firestorm that incinerated St. Andrews on that February afternoon must have seemed to its inhabitants the arbitrary act of an indifferent God; one annihilating all before it by reducing everything to ash. More sedate, but no less catastrophic, is the vision of Hell that permeates this production of Waiting for Godot. Its flames slowly licking upwards through gaps in La Mama's timber floor, Vladimir and Estragon, not to mention Pozzo and Lucky, find each other in a figurative Hades, within which each is meticulously basted. Then words fail, and the prevailing silence roasts each character alive. 

Used imaginatively, La Mama is an expansive space. Pozzo and Lucky's entry through double doors connected by a cruel length of black rope, then includes an exit out La Mama's box office door; thereby suggesting courtyard and car park as horror stretch of a perambulating imagination. Both soon return though, Pozzo feigning Mussolini and Lucky suggesting a slapstick draughthorse straight from a silent movie. Mute, and accepting of the inexplicable tyranny that has befallen him, Lucky, like ourselves, remains absolutely loyal to his dictatorial master. Here, Beckett's writing enters a sadomasochistic domain. Treat a person like a Dog and that person will forever lick its master's feet. Treat a dog like a person and one day, it will rip out its master's throat. It's a lesson for Vladimir and Estragon, both unaware of the interdependent tussle that underscores their own relationship. Beckett elucidates a fundamental dilemma of life, making Waiting for Godot an aphoristic play. When Estragon attempts to impart an act of kindness toward Lucky, his altruism is rewarded by Lucky stomping on his foot. Estragon is incensed, and in his own gentle way becomes a resentful tyrant not altogether different from Pozzo. Via this presentation of Vladimir and Estragon's platonic romance, the audience receives a filtered version of the brutality of existence. Neither kind or cruel, right or wrong, good or evil, Nature is beyond any manichean interpretation of the inexplicable absence pervading life. Nature just IS. 

Characteristically though, Beckett the writer must lay the blame somewhere. Lucky's exhausting diatribe, covering everything from tennis to philosophical reflection, is linguistic gymnastics at its most oppressive. Beckett's word to the wise is that the word itself, its irreducible tyranny, is the rubber mallet that beats us into submission. By attempting to explain misery, Lucky succeeds in only making his life more miserable. Consequently, when Pozzo is debilitated by an inexplicable blindness, it is Lucky who dutifully cares for him. In spite of some technical difficulties, and the performers' brave failure at attempting to remember every line of this two and three quarter hour production, Waiting for Godot, unlike its competition currently showing at the Carlton Courthouse, displays a deeper awareness of Beckett's idiosyncratic vision. Anti-humanistic his work may be, but like a lobster submerged in boiling water, we also squeal, scream and pop when subjected to excruciating pain. 

Waiting for Godot

Director: Laurence Strangio

Performers: John Flaus, Peter Finlay

Alex Pinder, Robin Cuming & Phelix

Strangio

Design: Meg White

Light: Richard Vabre

Lighting Operator: Oscar Strangio

Sound: Roger Alsop

Stage Manager: Alicia Benn-Lawler

La Mama, April 14-25, Melb. 

avatara: molecular synthesis

Normally illuminated by the powerful lens belonging to a pathologist's electromagnetic microscope, the last place a theatre patron would expect to see a molecule is in Space 28 at the Victorian College of the Arts. Deliberately, members of an orchestra, each dressed in uniform white, enter from stage right. Their funereal march complete, each takes a seat in one corner of the performance space. Clarinets are raised, double bass' positioned, and a french horn trumpets the beginning of Avatara; an opera based upon the actual stories of cancer victims and their families. 

Theater itself is a collision of disparate forms, sometimes human and vocal, sometimes sonic and cinematic. Four performers and two puppeteers venture forward from the withering design of a dystrophic molecular structure. Indirectly confronting the man responsible for curing the mutation of cell and emotion that debilitates cancer victims and their families, each demands of a prim, authoritarian doctor a diagnosis of the unbearable arbitrariness of life. He sits in a specialised corner, one leg crossing the other, pronouncing judgement upon each case study with intractable objectivity. Meanwhile, a puppeteer circulates around, through and between this vexed dilemma, raising aloft an illuminated tortoise; one life lived in less ethereal, earthbound terms that has since transcended to a spiritual plain. Then across the floor is projected a cancer victim's scintillating red vascularity. A fork of arterial lightning, it is completed by an esoteric crimson pyramid levitating upon a rear screen. If the ugly, fibrous mystery that is a mutating human cell can have aesthetic form, then it is an alien monument of uncertain origin that descends from the heavens upon unsuspecting victims. Consuming all that goes before it, whether human tissue or the theatre patron's gaze, this grandiloquent pyramid and its insatiable appetite is destruction epitomised. Human cells reproduce toward birth, proliferate during life, and disintegrate in death. So too does the molecular synthesis of theatre, and Avatara is no exception. Disparate forms repel and attract their disparate other in the same way a cantankerous cell desires all, but only succeeds in annihilating the human being that housed its initial reproduction. Birth, life and death; we can be fairly certain that this is one dreamcycle circulating within, and alongside, many others As for any final ascent to a spiritual plain, well, we'll just have to wait and see about that...

One certainty is that opera can be a priggish form. Like the medical profession, it assumes the power of life and death; although this conceit is cultural, and unvetted presumptions of superior taste can and should be readily dismissed. During its early scenes Avatara is a specialised performance in danger of alienating its audience. This is not the fault of the project, but more the fault of opera itself. Emanating a tendency to sing its audience into submission, Avatara quickly corrects itself. The puppeteers bring to this stern, sometimes authoritarian art form a child's playfulness, and its consequent devastating insight. The puppet itself does not wear costume. Not does it have any readily identifiable features. It is reminiscent of Ettienne Decroux's promethean mime, and its veiled, archetypal figure that haunts the lower cerebral cortex with images of work contextualised by a sequence of universal tableau. The puppet walks across stage. Then, quite simply, it flies. William Gibson famously said: "The street finds its own use for things". In Avatara, puppetry tempers opera's iron fist, thereby allowing its audience to not only forge an understanding of the libretto's technical demands, but to participate and receive that which is too readily forgotten in the performing arts. Audiences attend shows because they want to be entertained. Communication is characterised by audiences receiving information, as well as contributing their own information. Just as an avatar is a simulated medium between cyberspace and the actual world, Avatara succeeds in difficult terrain because it fulfills the essential requirement of any performing art. Avatara tells a story. 

Cancer is an incurable malaise that impacts upon us all, even those who are not directly involved with a cancer patient's decline. But speak to a pathologist involved in finding a cure for this mysterious ailment, and they will tell of their utter fascination with a cancerous cell's capacity to become a near perfect mutating form. An entropic cannibal captivated by the destruction of healthy human cells. A molecular synthesis driven toward death by the irreversible power of Thanatos. Avatara however, is a synthesis of disparate forms and disturbing content that combined, is an uplifting tale of the human capacity for forgiveness, derived from the therapeutic power of community storytelling.

Avatara the Opera

Performers: Judith Dodsworth,

Michael Bishop, Emma O'brien,

Merilyn Quaife & Ian Cousins

Puppeteers: Jacob Williams & 

Sarah Kriegler

Video: Ivanka Sokol 

Design: Ina Indira Shanahan

Light: Gwen Holmberg-Gilchrist

Composer: Emma Obrien

Music Director: Mark Shiell

Director: Robert Draffin

Space 28, Victorian College of

the Arts, April 16-19, Melb.

 

beckett shorts: watt's word to the wise

It is entirely appropriate that a production staged in memory of Samuel Beckett begins with the sound of an anonymous person popping their cheek with an index finger. Beckett himself was hostile to analysis of his work that espoused the theological dilemma confronting Christianity when pelted by the existential horrors of the 20th century. Inherently theatrical, a finger popping a cheek can be interpreted as a sardonic representation of time; its cruel seepage dripping away at a monotonous rate, and taking our lives with it. But perhaps it also was a simple action that Beckett himself performed. Famous for desiring nothing more than to sit on his arse and think and fart, a similar desire is present and repeated in much of his theatrical writing. Humour is the essence of Beckett's work. Popping a cheek with an index finger is an action a naughty schoolboy might perform. Alternatively, one of Beckett's ruined leech gatherers, several of which are present in this production, may be marking time as each sits on the cusp of death, waiting for life's cruel joke to end, listening to the relentless chatter of Watt's word haunting the hypothalamus, as each prepares for the grave. 

It should be said that this very stylish production is equally troubled by the words of the so-called wise Mr Watt. Beckett's estate makes extraordinary demands upon those wishing to perform his plays. Along with the sound of finger popping there is projected upon a length of fabric a thunderous Absolute in words structured like an act of parliament. Furthermore, rather than leave Beckett's excruciating stage directions on the page, the two performers extract a subtle yet sardonic delight in delivering these to the audience. In Breath, these stage directions have been meticulously followed. Beckett's demand for scattered rubbish is minimalised as 10 or 12 fragments of crimson paper collected in an unsettling pile. And even though the director's desire for each performer to verbally express that which can already be seen is a cohesive device, it also assaults the nerves. No director appreciates being told how to stage a production, especially when this dictum is spouted by the Director's arch rival, the writer. But ridiculing the requirements of Beckett's estate, his writing, and Beckett himself, no matter how subtle the scorn, contains the same surly demeanour present in that same adolescent schoolboy. An unintended consequence perhaps, but a consequence nevertheless. Yet I live in hope that ridicule wasn't the only intention. 

There is much to admire in this carefully crafted, contemplative show. The problem posed by the monologue of Not I being entirely performed by a mouth is solved by an economic use of light. And even though there is the odd moment or two when each performer seems unsure of exactly what they are saying, the production's images counterpoint any generality of words. Dark space, lonely and despairing. Yet space providing moments of humour and self illumination as each character's is seen at their most vulnerable. An outrageous grey wig swamping the forlorn head of That Time's fumbling male protagonist. The tragedy of a death foretold in the sumptuous black lace belonging to a dress worn for the final time in Rockaby. (If you have never watched a person die alone, as we all ultimately will, no matter who or how many surround us as the eyelids fall, see Rockaby and experience the inexplicable finality of death as it slowly unfolds). Or the seductive, yet chilling counterpoint present in A Piece of Monologue, in which a cranky old geezer wearing long socks and nightshirt is accompanied stage right by a slender, yet silent lamp; the lamp saying nothing and everything simultaneously, simply because of its spatial configuration and objective presence. The shining light of Modernism slowly fading, only to be replaced by the incandescent brilliance of the technocratic, Postmodern world. 

Beckett had a lot to say about the so called digital revolution. From wheelchairs to tape recorders, or interior voice partitioned into separately positioned speakers, as they are in this production. Always, it seems, there resides in his plays characters in need of augmentation. Shuffling about in the dark or buried in an incremental pile of purposeless shit. Individuals born into this world with specific wants and needs, only to discover an arbitrary existence that cares not for our petty vanities and egotistical dribble. I have read descriptions of Beckett's work, plays, novels, poetry, film scripts and criticism, as antihumanistic. And why not ? The world we live in may be conducive to human existence. But watch a lonely old woman die in Rockaby, or the metaphorical grasp of a solitary wheeze contained by 2 party whistles in Breath, one in birth the other in death, and the inexplicable understanding that accompanies the knowledge that you yourself are one person among 6.5 billion people, on a planet populated by organisms that live and die along with the sound of an index finger popping a cheek, and you will understand the essence of Samuel Beckett. And so it is with this very stylish and successful production of 6 of Beckett's short writings for the stage. 

Beckett's Shorts: Breath, Not I, That Time, 

Rockaby, A Piece of Monologue &

What is the Word

Performers: Uschi Felix & Dion Mills

Director: Andre' Bastian

Set Design: Peter Mumford

Lighting Design: Stelios Karagiannis

Stage Manager, Light & Sound 

Amanda Prado

Costume: Olga Makeeva

Photography: Jodie Hutchinson

April 14 - 25, La Mama, Melb.

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Bill Clinton: House Husband?

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With Hillary traveling across the globe, it was bound to happen. Bill has been given a short leash or so our look into his future twitter entries would indicate. This is no way to treat an ex-president. Seriously. Ankle bracelets. House confinement. It's not like he's going to hook up with Monica again. Take his word for it. After all, this is a man that knows what "is" is.

What will things look like in a year's time? Sort of like this:


Bill Clinton's future twitter entry for March 12th,2010

7:45 pm: I'm pretty bored tonight, so I thought that I would update my twit. I really like twitting when I have some time off. I'm making it a goal to keep my twit – “Bill Clinton” – up to date from now on. I enjoy all of the “twitting” that people do, especially my twit friends. In fact, I've got so many twit friends now that I can't count them. I think I might have more than anyone else on this site, literally thousands. Just imagine how many more twits would befriend me if I would write a little more often. I just might even be the most popular twit of all. Who would have thought that “Bill Clinton” would someday be the biggest twit on the Internet?

8:05: Damn. Is this ankle bracelet really necessary? I told Hillary I just wanted to go out for pizza. She thinks pizza is a code word for escort, I guess. Guess it all depends on what your definition of pizza is.

8:30: Well, I couldn't think of much to write about, so I decided to watch TV. Hillary is still not home. Where is she? Well, it looks like it's a choice between a documentary about the making of M.A.S.H. and and reruns of the Cosby show. Man, those kids get funnier every time I see them. I still haven't seen that little kid that says, “What you talkin' 'bout Willis?” Maybe that's a different show.

8:45 Decided to get out the dictionary and look up, once and for all, what the definition of “is” is. There's a lot more to that than I thought. Turns out the word is from Old High German and can be used as abbreviation, prefix, noun, pronoun, or verb, depending on situation and use of apostrophe. And here I thought I was just being a jerk when I answered that question . . .

9:00 I've been looking at family photo of Hillary, Chelsea, and me. Chelsea looks so much like Hillary in the face. The nose, eyes, cheeks, chin – all exactly the same. She really is her mother's daughter!

9:15 Still looking at Chelsea. She really does look like Hillary – not so much like me. Maybe in the ears?

9:20 No the ears are Hillary's too.

9:25 Hmm. Still looking.

9:30 Note to self: have another talk with Hillary about Eric, my college roommate.

9:50 Al Gore just called up. Wants to play some hoops tomorrow. Told him that I'd just pwn his ass like last time if he brought that on. He got mad and hung up the phone. I tried to call back; he wouldn't answer. I'll give him a few days to cool off. Maybe I'll send him a ham or something too.

10:10 Where is Hillary? She should have been home hours ago. Maybe I should call someone or send the Secret Service to look for her? Maybe I'll order in pizza. Is it still free if they aren't here in 30 minutes or less?

10:20 Monica just tried to call. Man, you'd think that a restraining order and three phone number changes would be enough! Seriously, I “did not have sexual relations with that woman”. Okay, true story. I'd just got through watching one million B.C. – Raquel Welch and fur bikini and all – and I'm doin' my thing. At the end, I open my eyes, and there's Monica's dress, just lying in the middle of my office floor, same place she'd thrown it when she was separating laundry the day before. For being an intern, she was such a slob. I tried water, club soda, and nail polish remover – the stain just wouldn't come out. I was going to take it to the dry cleaner on Monday, but then there was that NAFTA thing I had to sign and all that stuff with Saddam, and I forgot. Pretty soon, Ken Starr had that same damn dress, and we all know where the rest of the story goes from there.

Hey, I'm a ex-president. Would I lie? :)

10:50 Well, Hillary just got home. She said, “You've got five minutes to get in bed and get ready before I call Ben Kingsley instead.” That's what passes for romance in our world these days. Well, I better do as she says, so I'm signing off, all y'all twits out there.


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Jon Stewart thinks he's funny

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We have been privileged to peek into the future and catch a glimpse at what Jon Stewart likes to twitter about on a night where he is done hosting the Daily Show. The future is not pretty. What it reveals is a sad man who's mind is fixated on tea bags and servicing -- ahem -- his "porsche."

Don't say I didn't warn you.


Jon Stewart's Twitter entries for April 17^th, 2009.

11:35 pm -- Man, I can't believe how stupid these so called “conservatives” are. Lately, they've been discussing how they want to throw a “tea party” for Obama, Joe, and the rest of the crew. They've even offered to “tea bag” everyone involved. Image that. If those idiots only knew how dirty the stuff they're saying is. They probably do – they just like it. I've been busting them over it all week.

12:00 I'm still laughing about all of that. I can't believe those dorks.

12:15 Man, I just can't stop rolling on the floor.

12:30 Wow, still laughing just as hard.

1:00 Still laughing.

1:30 Still laughing

2:00 Still laughing

2:30 Still laughing. I wonder if I'm making too mush of all this. NAH!!!

3:00 Okay, I've stopped laughing now. It's not quite as funny as it used to be. Almost. Not quite.

3:15 Now I'm just bored. I wonder what's on TV.

3:25 There's not much on this time of night. I've seen all the cable por – promo . . . shows . . . for like stuff on . . . the discovery channel . . . and the space launch stuff! (Wonder why my backspace key isn't working).

3:30 I've decided to read some books that my Mo—girlfriend, I mean, keeps around the house. Hmm, Nancy Drew. This could be very, very promising (he he he).

3:45 I just can't believe the words they put into this book! “Investigation”, “orange grove”, “world series”, “grandma's house”. Who let this book get published!? These's guys are so gross!

4:00 Laughing

4:30 Still laughing

5:00 Still laughing

5:15 Still laughing. I wonder if I have a dirty mind? NAH!!!

5:30 Stopped laughing and made a sandwich.

5:45 All this talk about “girl' detectives” and “garage villians” has made me . . . a little . . . “anxious”, if you know what I mean ;) All I can think about is getting some “full service” on my “Porsche” ;) I need an “oil change” with “lube and filter” included. I want “full service with a smile”. I wonder if Hans is home.

5:50 That jerk won't answer his phone. What's wrong with him? He hasn't returned any of my phone calls since I “visited too late” last month and “missed my appointment”. Like he's not replaceable.

5:55 Called Jacques. He swore at me for four minutes straight. Said he didn't want me “dropping by” this time of night, he had “work” in the morning. I'll give him some “work” to do next time I see him!

6:05 Called Enrique. He pretended not to speak English. Kept saying things like “No comprendo Señor.” and “China tu madre . . . “ or something. Have I really made that many enemies?

6:25 Called Chris, Derrick, Stewart, Ron, Chin Wan, Jesse, Terrance, Narashnahat, and Russell. Still no takers on my offer. I even offered very good tips and some “extra” if they would help me out. I've got one more name – my last hope.

6:30 Man, even Michael turned me down. He told me he's moved past “servicing my car” at 6:00 in the morning and I should “either do it my self” or “hire someone”. The nerve.

6:45 a.m. -- Well, I guess that I'll just have to wait till tomorrow to get the oil change on my Porsche. It's already 200 miles past due, but I guess it won't hurt it to go a little longer.

Now, about getting a date . . .

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