Kikuo - Vocaloid

(Final sound: A child’s giggle, then silence — followed by one loud, wet crunch.) Would you like this formatted as a lyric sheet, or adapted into a pseudo-score with rhythm suggestions?

The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones. Every step that I take breaks the floor into stones. Mother’s soup tastes like prayers and old lace. She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face.

Dolls in a row With their button eyes sewn— They whisper, “Come play where the daylight won’t go.” A merry-go-round with no horse and no crown. Just a needle that sews all the children facedown. vocaloid kikuo

(Tempo: 160 BPM — frantic, like a music box winding down too fast)

(Spoken, whispered, doubled) “Why is the moon bleeding?” “Shh. That’s just jam.” “Where is my shadow?” “It ran… it ran… it ran…” (Final sound: A child’s giggle, then silence —

Here’s a short piece written in the spirit of (a Vocaloid producer known for surreal, haunting, circus-like melodies, childlike vocals juxtaposed with dark lyrics, and glitchy, repetitive, often dissonant instrumentation). Title: The Candy That Ate My Clock

One, two, three — the oven is cold. Four, five, six — my fingers are sold. Seven, eight, nine — the doctor is blind. Ten, eleven, twelve — “You’re doing just fine.” Mother’s soup tastes like prayers and old lace

Tick… tock… I forgot what I forgot. Tick… stop.