- 不思議自販機 Marvelous vending machine
it's crape and baked goods vending machine!
miracle in sendai.
- Englishは英語です
japanese lyrics:ryuji takagi english lyrics: lorraine feathermusic/arrangement: invoicejapanese vocal: invoiceenglish vocal: shane augustall i want to do is hold you nowfly together on the wings of the nightspeeding down a skyway in the moonlightwhere there were two of us there will be onewith ev'ry kiss we know a journey has startedwe'll be unafraid and open-heartedin a world of so much confusionyou and i must make this illusion realknowing it's love we feelstay close to meyou'll forget the city and the troubles of daytime easilythis is the way life should beyou are the onehow could i imagine any joy in my heartif you are gonelet this illusion linger onall i want to do is love you nowand find a passion we will never forgetsomeday i may lose you but, baby, not yetthere never could be any softer touchyou make me tremble with anticipationgiving me a lover's inspirationin a world of so much confusionyou and i must make this illusion realknowing it's love we feelstay close to meyou'll forget the city and the troubles of daytime easilythis is the way life should beyou are the onehow could i imagine any joy in my heartif you are gonelet this illusion linger onwhat could comparedreaming of a paradise, we let an emotion take us theresoon we are floating on airyou're marvelousev'ry time i put my arms around youit feels more gloriouslet this illusion save usstay close to meyou'll forget the city and the troubles of daytime easilythis is the way life should beyou are the onehow could i imagine any joy in my heartif you are gonelet this illusion linger on神秘の世界エルハザード op full
- The last of the great post-WWII American writers
i wasn’t a huge salinger fan, but i’m sorry to hear of his passing — the way you’d feel if you heard an eccentric, short-tempered, but often fascinating uncle had passed away. not as great a loss as beverly jensen (her marvelous the sisters from hardscrabble bay will be published this summer), who wrote only one book before dying of cancer at the age of 49, or of raymond carver, who was barely into his 50s; salinger was, after all, in his 90s. but it is a milestone of sorts, because salinger was the last of the great post-wwii american writers, and in holden caulfield — maybe the greatest american-boy narrator since huck finn — he created an authentic voice of the age: funny, anxious, at odds with himself, and badly lost. salinger’s death may answer one question that has intrigued readers, writers, and critics for nearly half a century — what literary trove of unpublished work may he have left behind? much? some? or none? salinger is gone, but if we’re lucky, he may have more to say, even so.
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