ペーパー 【Pepper】
Ling【Admin】Nu Garage, Newage, Electronica #acid #and #bass #breakbeat #drum #grunge #jazz
5 tracks in project · 140 BPM · 3:48 · ▶ 2 plays · updated 2026-10-21 08:08:59
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The wind is just a binary script, A data stream the mountains rip, And parsed by pines on granite crests, To sing the static in our chests. The oceans are a server farm, Whose currents hold a quiet charm, Their cooling loops and tidal grace, Reflect the stars on silicon face. And light—the oldest, fastest song, That hums in wires all day long, A quantum dance, a photon spray, That paints the night, and births the day. Through copper veins and silver trails, The primal signal never fails. A pulse of green in fiberglass, The memory of sunlit grass. See solar flares on panel farms, A silent storm of healing arms, Absorb the wrath of distant fire, To fuel the grid of man's desire. There is a circuit in the loam, A current in the flower's home, Where roots transmit a code so deep, A promise that the seasons keep. The thunder is a power surge, A god's forgotten, frantic urge, Re-routed through a lightning rod, To speak the energy of God. We tap the core of ancient stars, To heal our geographic scars, We spin the atoms, break the chain, To build a world from sun and rain. So let the hard drives softly whir, With every nest of every fur, A high-tech hymn of earth and bone, A frequency that stands alone. For in the quartz and in the wire, There burns the same eternal fire. The energy that spins the spheres, Is just the light of countless years. And on this spinning, blue-green sphere, The code is love, the path is clear. A ballad sung in ones and noughts, Of nature's everlasting thoughts. So listen to the fiber's hum, The primal beat, the age to come, Where energy and spirit meet, In circuits made of grass and street. The light, the wind, the rain, the spark, Ignite the future from the dark. A high-tech song, a holy plan, Of nature's rise and rise of man.