Lead Vocals: Shihori, úyanga Bold and Raj Ramayya
Mix / Additional Guitar: Masahiro Aoki
Organ: Robbie Benson
Keys: Ed Goldfarb
Guitar: David McLean
Synth/Additional Sound Design: Jason Walsh
Bass: Matthew Hines
Drums: Kevin Brown
Saxophone: Zac Zinger
Flute: Kevin Penkin
愛してたと嘆くには
あまりにも時は過ぎてしまった
まだ心のほころびを
癒せぬまま風が吹いてる
ひとつの目で明日を見て
ひとつの目で昨日を見つめてる
君の愛の揺りかごで
もう一度安らかに眠れたら
乾いた瞳で誰か泣いてくれ
THE REAL FOLK BLUES
本當の悲しみが知りたいだけ
泥の河に浸かった人生も悪くはない
一度きりで終わるなら
希望に満ちた絶望と
罠が仕掛けられてるこのチャンス
何がよくて悪いのか
コインの表と裏みたいだ
どれだけ生きればいやされるのだろう
THE REAL FOLK BLUES
(Saxophone solo by Zac Zinger)
Yo, Jet Black here, I'm a bounty hunter.
I was a cop.
For a good amount, Ill get the drop on bad guys.
Dont be surprised when your fist breaks on the fingertip.
Time stops. Love is lost.
Beg and weep and enjoy my shit .
The bebop.
Rap 1 Substantial
Its a hard, cold world but even colder without ya
Looking for kind eyes in every single encounter
Cuttin thru hard stares,
guard my hope from the doubters
Memories start to fade.
Sweet dreams begin to sour
Wind smothers my windows,
flame hard to rekindle
World crumble around me begging God for a signal
Life is never that simple.
Lies dismantle temples.
The pain that left me crippled refined me like a chisel
You find me in the middle of war and peace
Just trying to ease my mental exploring beats
Real rhymes for real times, 'Sweetest Gift' like Sade
And my name mean its a classic like Watanabe
Never that hard to find me... a rider for the people
'Do-or-dier', Suitland sire born to rise above the evil
Walk thru fire if I need to, to get to higher ground
I am down for the fight of life 'til the final round
Rap 2 Mega Ran
This is for my real folks,
who never wanted to deal dope
Seen the world at its darkest and bleakest and
Still hope
Know that kindness aint a weakness but
A sign of our uniqueness,
As hard as you work to get it, thats how hard you work to keep it
Not a secret, I just rap to offset my set backs
Tryna get the bounty like Im Jet black
So, Respect that qualifier like Im Mike Eagle
Repping for my people,
leave the mic smoking like I'm Spike Spiegel
They say business and pleasure dont mix
But when Im with my real folks there aint no need to code switch
When Im feeling hopeless,
my folks keep me focused
Faye with the Austria 45, I dont miss
My heart it gets torn in two,
When I see what this world has now morphed into,
But no matter what it is we gone get through
Kicking off the blues,
and taking off like the Swordfish II
Rap 3 Red Rapper AKA Zaid Tabani
Im not a saint or sinner,
my days are my winters,
my dreams are my picture,
my breakfast is dinner,
my gun is my mirror,
my friends are my villians,
I come from the village,
where love is your killer
where love get you killed if,
you know when you feel it,
your losses are Vicious,
turn all my shooting stars to an asteroid,
you use your eyes too much I flow with no focal point,
you overthink almost every choice, and you die quick,
you never risk what you got then you never find shit,
never do what Im told, bravery isnt bold,
people die who were right about everything that they know,
but their finger was slow, you do what your sold,
I go where I go, whatever happens, happens, i see one eye through the past and
i Keep one back in the present, I used to bask at the ending,
and now Im asking the questions, grasping my weapon, on top of my exit
I kill me the dragon, Im back on the steps at the gate,
they waiting for me, lemme carry the weight,
BANG
See you, space cowboy!
The Real Folk Blues