Cracked door opens, his sorry face, smoke comes in
It makes me uncomfortable, sticks to my skin
Air purifier at max, still nothing changes
Six-tatami one room, our two-person ranges
Dissatisfaction fills it, pent-up and staying
The air is heavy here, no point in praying
We share the same small space, no exit within
I feel it building up, nowhere to begin
I unlatch the window, let winter air drift in
He wears that sulky look—fine, we’re even then
We both feel the chill and play it like we don’t
Act like we never noticed; let it slide; we won’t
At the park, in the cold, kids climb the jungle bars
Red fingers, bright eyes—chasing tiny stars
They’re always honest, careless, wildly true—
When did we turn adult, and where did we lose that view?
Sometimes we talk; we’re not into the plot at all
We don’t care what we say, but voices ping the wall
That echo keeps a truce—thin peace we barely hold
Less word than tone, a hum between us both
The tv stays on mute; inside, a girl mouths storms
Her moving looks like dancing—silly in its form
And suddenly our worries feel small, outworn
For a minute, nothing matters—just breathing on
Cracked door opens, his sorry face, smoke comes in
It makes me uncomfortable, sticks to my skin
Air purifier at max, still nothing changes
Six-tatami one room, our two-person ranges
Dissatisfaction fills it, pent-up and staying
The air is heavy here, no point in praying
We share the same small space, no exit within
I feel it building up, nowhere to begin
I unlatch the window, let winter air drift in
He wears that sulky look—fine, we’re even then
We both feel the chill and play it like we don’t
Act like we never noticed; let it slide; we won’t
At the park, in the cold, kids climb the jungle bars
Red fingers, bright eyes—chasing tiny stars
They’re always honest, careless, wildly true—
When did we turn adult, and where did we lose that view?
Sometimes we talk; we’re not into the plot at all
We don’t care what we say, but voices ping the wall
That echo keeps a truce—thin peace we barely hold
Less word than tone, a hum between us both
The tv stays on mute; inside, a girl mouths storms
Her moving looks like dancing—silly in its form
And suddenly our worries feel small, outworn
For a minute, nothing matters—just breathing on
- 作詞者
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元YYoYYのDr.Dによるプロジェクト、QxQx（クスクス）始動。
処女作『Smoke』は、硬質なグリッチと変則的なリズムで構成されたIDMトラックに、無機質で稚拙な合成音声を融合させた東京発のベッドルーム実験音楽である。
James BlakeやAphex Twinの系譜を継ぐ音響設計でありながら、Grimesを彷彿とさせるローファイな質感とポップセンスが交錯し、中毒性の高いメロディラインを軸とした独自のポップネスを提示している。
