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[Electro vibes] KABUKI-FUNK | AI DJ

歌舞伎Funk 宵の町　ガラスの空に灯がにじむ 掌の小箱へ祈りを落として 光る海に名前を浮かべては沈める 鐘は鳴らぬ　通知だけが鳴る 花道から「今」が来る　目だけ青く光って 甘い言葉　金属みたいな歯触りで 鏡に映る我が影へ　値札を貼って笑う 迷いは罪だと　沈黙は損だと 粋だね粋だね　踊れや踊れ　歌舞伎FUNK 名もなき魂に　紅を引けよ　歌舞伎FUNK 最適ばかりの世に　あえて不器用で斬り結べ あっぱれ　あっぱれ　笑いながら刺せ 表は艶やか　裏は切っ先　歌舞伎FUNK 「先端」と書いた暖簾　高楼の露店で 流行が樽で量られ　未来の型が売られてる これさえ買えばと　仲間外れを脅されて みんな同じ角度で　うなずいていく 正しさは盾だと　盾は顔だと 顔は商品だと　売れれば真だと 互いを撮って　互いを裁く 刃は短いが　数が多い 黒子が影のまま　耳元で囁く 見えすぎる世で　肝心の心が隠れると そのとき床下から　太鼓が鳴る 言葉より先に　腹の底が答える 粋だね粋だね　踊れや踊れ　歌舞伎FUNK 透明を装うほど　闇は濃くなる　歌舞伎FUNK 承認の雨に濡れ　乾かぬ魂のまま あっぱれ　あっぱれ　胸で鳴らせ 真似して生きるな　真似して死ぬな　歌舞伎FUNK 巨大な鏡が降りる　みんな覗き込み 「わたし」を探して　手を伸ばすけれど 映るのは誰かの正解　誰かの角度ばかり 「ほら揃った」と　今は笑う 役者は一歩　花道へ 化粧は落とさず　目だけで告げる 最先端とは　真新しさじゃない 人が人であるための　普遍の刃 速度の中でも　見失わぬ一瞬 数字の中でも　手放さぬ体温 見せ物の世でも　守り抜く沈黙 派手に生きろ　地味に折れるな 粋だね粋だね　踊れや踊れ　歌舞伎FUNK 世界が騒ぐほど　心は静かに燃えろ　歌舞伎FUNK 最適化の鎖を　グルーブで断ち切れ あっぱれ　あっぱれ　笑いながら立て 幕が下りても　低重音は残る　歌舞伎FUNK ----------- KABUKI-FUNK Neon dusk, glass-sky bleeding light, I drop my prayers into a palm-sized shrine. Names float up on a shining sea, then sink— No temple bell, just notifications chime. Down the hanamichi, “Now” steps in, eyes electric blue, Sweet talk with a metallic bite. He tags my shadow in the mirror with a price, Says doubt is sin, and silence isn’t right. So stylish, so wild—dance, dance: KABUKI FUNK Paint rouge on the nameless soul: KABUKI FUNK In a world of “optimal,” cut back—clumsy, true, and tough, Bravo, bravo—smile while you strike: KABUKI FUNK Silk on the front, a blade behind: KABUKI FUNK A curtain reads “NEXT,” a rooftop market of the future, Trends sold by the barrel, tomorrow cast in molds. “Buy this,” they whisper, “and you won’t be left outside,” So everyone nods in identical folds. “Rightness is a shield,” he says, “a shield becomes a face, A face becomes a product—if it sells, it’s real.” We film each other, judge each other, sentence with a tap, Short little knives, but countless steel. A kuroko in the dark leans close and breathes, “Too much is visible—your heart will hide.” Then from beneath the floor, the drum begins to growl, Before my mouth can speak, my gut replies. So stylish, so wild—dance, dance: KABUKI FUNK The clearer you pretend, the thicker grows the dark: KABUKI FUNK Drenched in approval rain, still never drying off, Bravo, bravo—let your chest beat loud: KABUKI FUNK Don’t live by copying, don’t die by copying: KABUKI FUNK A giant mirror drops—everyone leans in, reaching, Searching for “me” with borrowed hands. But all I see are someone else’s angles, someone else’s answers, A grid of approved plans. “Look, you match,” says Now, laughing— And the actor steps one pace down the hanamichi line. Makeup stays, but the eyes declare it clean: The cutting edge isn’t new— It’s the timeless blade that lets a human stay human. One breath you don’t lose in speed, One warmth you won’t trade for numbers. One silence you defend on a stage made of spectacle— Live loud, don’t break quiet. So stylish, so wild—dance, dance: KABUKI FUNK The louder the world gets, the calmer your fire burns: KABUKI FUNK Snap the “optimization” chain with groove and grit, Bravo, bravo—stand up smiling: KABUKI FUNK Even when the curtain falls, the low end still remains: KABUKI FUNK #aidj #ai #dj #funk #duftpunk #futurefunk