【Touhou Lyrics】 Rigid Paradise
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Yoshika's theme. ...This is just a sort of experimental one. I did a lot of research on the poet that Yoshika's character is named after, presumably the person she was before she died. The history is really interesting, and I referenced a lot of things about this other "Miyako no Yoshika" in the lyrics.
The idea here is that she is drifting in and out of the Spirit World, juxtaposing her rotten-minded zombie self with the enlightened scholar of her past. It's quite a sharp contrast, although emptiness and enlightenment have been noted to be similar. Also, doing that gross voice was a ton of fun.
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Touhou Project 13, Ten Desires
Yoshika Miyako: "Rigid Paradise" (normal version + Spirit World version)
Original music by ZUN.
English lyrics and fandub vocals by me.
TD sprite rips from https://www.shrinemaiden.org/forum/index.php?topic=197.0, art by ZUN.
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EVERY BODY!
A precious flesh case, with a soul to protect.
What I need, open up and eat it.
Army, we fight to re-resurrect!
“People may sit till the cushion wears through,
But never quite know of the one real Truth.
Let me tell now of the ultimate Tao:
It is here, enshrined within…”
HOLY TEMPLE!
A mesh of treasure, for a soul to collect.
When I strike thee, become more like me.
We wish one wish, to keep us perfect!
Too empty or too enlightened (to fall) for a surprise…
At the highest or at the lowest point is nowhere farther to go, nothing left but a rigid paradise.
You may only see the inside, the precious contents, when the shell falls apart:
There inside, never changing, is the heart.
I AM DYING!
A beast unliving, with no soul left to feel.
What I need, open up and eat it.
Trick or treat, nice to meet my next meal!
“Wind combs the locks of the young willow’s hair.
Rains rinse the beard of the old moss bare.
Three thousand faces of the world unfold,
And the twelve-link chain starts where?”
I AM LIVING!
A mass undying, still “I am” at the end!
What is left to be done, I do it.
Let us all play alive– let's pretend!
Too empty or too enlightened (to rise) for something new…
At the lowest or at the highest point is nothing further to do, nothing left but to stop and see it through.
You may only see the inside, the precious contents, when the shell falls apart:
There inside, never changing, is the heart.