The Family, 1928 Front Cover

Lyric

The Family, 1928

W.A.C.C.H.I.

1918

They said

This was the end

But I woke up

1928

Still painting

I used to paint

The end of us

死にばかり

見ていた

Broken hands

Empty eyes

それが

僕だった

But look at me

Ten years later

君がいて

子供が笑う

もう一枚

描いてみよう

The Family

1928

細い腕

曲がった指

鏡の僕は

いつも一人

綺麗なものを

描くよりも

隠した痛みを

線にした

「怖い絵だ」と

人は言った

だけど僕には

これが本当

愛も身体も

いつか朽ちる

だから何度も

死を描いた

Then came the winter

1918

君の呼吸が

細くなる

握った手まで

冷たくて

神様なんて

信じなかった

But morning came

You opened your eyes

And so did I

I used to paint

The end of us

死にばかり

見ていた

Broken hands

Empty eyes

それが

僕だった

But look at me

Ten years later

君がいて

子供が笑う

もう一枚

描いてみよう

The Family

1928

1920

小さな手が

僕の指を

握っていた

こんな線は

知らなかった

震えてるのに

怖くなかった

1924

壁いっぱい

君の落書き

増えてゆく

「パパの絵って

ちょっと怖い」

笑う君まで

絵になった

昔の僕なら

黒く塗った

余白の中にも

今は光

死を忘れた

わけじゃない

生きる時間を

知っただけ

Twenty-eight

Wasn't the end

Thirty-eight

Here I stand

曲がった線も

この手も

Nothing changed

But now I know

美しいから

描くんじゃない

失いたくないから

描くんだ

Every scar

Every face

消えてしまう

その前に

No perfect body

No perfect life

それでも今日は

悪くない

If death comes

Let it wait

まだキャンバスが

乾いてない

ねえ

そこに座って

動かないで

いや

笑っていいよ

そのままでいい

今度の家族は

誰も

消えないから

I used to paint

The end of us

今は未来を

描いてる

Broken hands

Still the same

だけど

もう怖くない

Look at us

Ten years later

君がいて

子供が笑う

1918で

終わらなかった

僕らの絵

The Family

1928

Egon Schiele

1890

No

Not yet

1928

Still painting

  • Lyricist

    W.A.C.C.H.I., shintaro

  • Composer

    W.A.C.C.H.I.

  • Producer

    shintaro

  • Co-Producer

    W.A.C.C.H.I.

  • Programming

    W.A.C.C.H.I.

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The Family, 1928

What if a painter whose story was meant to end in 1918
had been given ten more years?

Death, loneliness, distorted bodies.
A painter who traced the anxiety beneath the human surface with raw, imperfect lines.

But what if he had survived?
What if the person he loved had survived too, and the child who was never given a future had grown up beside them?

Now thirty-eight, he stands before another canvas.
This time, instead of painting the death he had stared at for so long, he paints the family sitting in front of him.

The crooked lines remain.
The oversized hands remain.
The uneasy eyes remain.

Only the reason for painting has changed.

I don't paint because it's beautiful.
I paint because I don't want to lose it.

"The Family, 1928" imagines a family portrait that never existed, carried by the living pulse of Funk and the off-kilter groove of Detroit Trap.

Beyond the canvas that stopped in 1918.

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