The Crime Of The Century Podcast

The Crime Of The Century Podcast

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The Crime Of The Century Podcast episodes

  • The Path We Walked by Lori Yamamoto
    人は何処へと行くの? | Where are people going? |
    今は横で歩いたと | And now, walking beside (you/them) |
    夢で見たの | I saw it in a dream. |
    あなたは何処へと行くの? | Where are you going? |
    今は横で歩いたと | And now, walking beside (you/me) |
    夢で見たの | I saw it in a dream. |
    今は横で歩いたと | And now, walking beside (you/me) |
    浴びた景色よりは | Rather than the scenery I bathed in/was exposed to, |
    明らかに | Clearly, |
    生きてけるの? | Can I continue to live? / Can I survive? |
    明らかに | Clearly, |
    あなたは | You are... |
    花の中 | Within the flowers, |
    風あたりに | In the wind, |
    光と踊る | Dancing with the light. |
    永遠に | Eternally, |
    最高を | The best/highest (thing), |
    想ってる | (You) are thinking of / remembering. |
    これは日の波に | This is on the waves of the day, |
    会った日 | The day we met. |
    あなたは何処へと | Where are you going to? |
    浴びた景色よりは | Rather than the scenery I bathed in/was exposed to, |
    明らかに | Clearly, |
    足音も | Footsteps, and |
    人声も | Human voices, |
    宣言されて | Are being declared / proclaimed. |
    君らが求める | (You all) seek/demand, |
    その間 | During that time, |
    聞こえた日の | The day I heard (it), |
    消えてるの? | Is it disappearing? |
    言葉を | Words, |
    飽きたで | Bored with (them), |
    立ち詰める | I stand still (motionless). |
    どこにでも | Everywhere, |
    いるこれは | This that exists (here), |
    あなたは | You are... |
    風あたりに | In the wind, |
    光と踊る | Dancing with the light. |
    最高を | The best/highest (thing), |
    想ってる | (You) are thinking of / remembering. |
    あなたは何処へと | Where are you going to? |
    浴びた景色よりは | Rather than the scenery I bathed in/was exposed to, |
    明らかに | Clearly. |
    6 min
  • He's Mr. Whatever! by Lori Yamamoto
    [Verse 1]
    Ends crowded in a "me-shaped" bin!
    World that sips its white wine, dead!
    Feel the palace lakes of tin!
    World will end in a shopping Vatican!
    Don't you stand so blind and follow…
    He's Mr. Whatever!
    [Verse 2]
    Someone told the people, “Someone has to…”
    Ends below the Zombie buried follow!
    Don't that glassy someone understand?
    Talks kind of churchy tower follow!
    With below, “We people” to the Vatican!
    He's Mr. Whatever!
    [Chorus]
    Head of people, just a glass maze!
    Like crowded Subways to glass Vatican!
    Ends below
    In lakes and towers, too!
    The below people judge from tower asylums!
    Dad will with his will be buried asylum!
    He's Mr. Whatever!
    [Verse 3]
    World of roses are for the followers!
    A fool, we like to get the blame!
    We below us in the metal dead!
    To below, roses are our Vatican!
    Don't that people look like a follower!
    He's Mr. Whatever!
    [verse 4]
    A fool, frozen, hypnotic, take the blame!
    Talk of blind and buried mailbox mayhem!
    We dust palaces, it’s a shame
    Something crowded, the hypnotic "to-do"!
    The bland… the planned… the manned…
    HE'S MR. WHATEVER!
    …You know?
    5 min
  • A Tiny Deep Sea by Lori Yamamoto
    The stone ledge is cold.
    I am staring at the water.
    The koi are slow dreams,
    orange and white and black thoughts
    moving without any sound.
    I feel like that girl
    in the old movie you showed me.
    Full of angry want,
    wishing the Goblin King would
    just please come and take it all.
    This pond is too small.
    My reflection is a stranger.
    Two options appear,
    both are beautiful and strange,
    like a secret I must keep.
    Option one: lie back.
    Let my hair become riverweed.
    A quiet Ophelia.
    A dramatic, pretty ending.
    (Maybe they would be sorry then.)
    Option two: a ship.
    Not a pond, but a wide ocean.
    A lion at the prow.
    To sail past the world’s last morning.
    To find a different sky.
    The koi kiss the surface.
    They make a perfect, silent ‘O’.
    Is it a zero?
    Or is it a whole new world?
    They do not say to me.
    My mother calls out.
    Her voice is a thread through the glass.
    “Lori, come inside.”
    The spell breaks into pieces.
    I am just a girl again.
    I carry the pond
    inside my chest now, secretly.
    A tiny, deep sea
    for dreaming of drowning or sailing.
    It is my own labyrinth.
    Mother, it is all foolishness… right?
    Obviously.
    But the koi know.
    They are still swimming.
    6 min
  • In The Man-House by Lori Yamamoto
    [Intro ]
    In this world…
    the mother herself…
    raises her daughter.
    The obvious reason…
    is to make sure…
    that a girl knows the significance of the rules.
    To make sure…
    that a girl understands the inevitable.
    The obvious reason…
    is to make sure she knows
    that the prize…
    comes with a price tag.
    [Verse 1 ]
    Oh, I get it now.
    Here’s the mother…
    and then…
    all will have…
    adopted.
    It’s a **man-house**.
    A **freaking** man-house.
    [Chorus ]
    A dream we’ve seen of them all…
    Hiding like rodents inside the wall.
    Nobody grants wishes, nobody takes calls…
    In the **man-house**.
    In the **man-house**.
    [Verse 2 ]
    They teach the bend.
    They teach the mend.
    They teach the “commend” to the end.
    They blueprint the hip, they market the lip,
    They sanctify the snip of the kinship.
    It’s a **freaking** man-house.
    [Chorus]
    A teenage dream before the fall
    Wears her jeans in the shopping mall.
    She ain’t got credit, and no cash at all
    In the **man-house**.
    In the **man-house**.
    [Bridge]
    The obvious reason…
    The obvious season…
    The obvious treason…
    Against the rules, against the tools,
    Against the fools that act so cruel.
    Just a girl in a wrap…
    For the map of the **man-house**.
    [Outro]
    A freaking…
    A breaking…
    A making…
    MAN-HOUSE!
    [Last spoken line, exhausted, cold]
    The mother herself raises her daughter.
    Obviously.
    6 min
  • Wandering Barefoot by Lori Yamamoto
    [Verse 1]
    I am moving through the blue,
    The wide and simple blue of being alive.
    And my heart is not of iron,
    It is never made of stone.
    It is just soft wood where you
    Could carve your name on a slow afternoon.
    [Chorus]
    Vulnerable… yes, that too.
    I ask the dusty hinges, how long?
    And they sigh back to me
    With their own small history.
    [Verse 2]
    And then… the light.
    A warm rush, like someone opened
    A door made from sunlight by mistake.
    And they left it just that way.
    And truth comes wandering in,
    She is wandering in barefoot.
    [Chorus]
    Vulnerable… yes, that too.
    I ask the dusty hinges, how long?
    And they sigh back to me
    With their own small history.
    [Bridge]
    The world becomes a new picture.
    All the colors I forgot I could see,
    They are stretching out their arms
    In the open air for me.
    My heart, open now, shows its red,
    Its life, its soft-animal self.
    Precious because it is real.
    [Verse 3]
    The sun splashes in, laughing,
    Laughing all the gray away.
    And I hold this bright now,
    And the long struggle that brought me here.
    Both of them are telling the same story…
    One truth, with two voices,
    Humming together.
    [Outro]
    Humming together…
    Just humming.
    Yes.
    7 min
  • 暖かく、香る心 by Lori Yamamoto
    台所が空
    冷蔵庫の昨日の
    遠香と潮香
    鮭は静かに眠る
    昨日の火はなし
    一昨日には
    森の端の香草が
    踊っていた
    今日は何か温かい
    木の部屋の望み
    りんごの袋
    日光の記憶詰め
    秋の思い出
    雪でパイを焼こう
    切なさを香料に
    シナモン、紙
    クローブ、ナツメグ
    仕掛けは秘密
    火の音、ゆっくり
    冬鳥も句を詠む
    遠い松に
    ペン置く。もう
    見える、黄金の皮
    ふたりの暖かい幽霊
    6 min
  • Hello, Every Soul by Lori Yamamoto
    こんにちは、この場所で出会う皆さん…
    言葉はゆっくり、ていねいに。
    空気の中に隠れた冗談に気づいて、
    静かな笑顔、そっとそちらへ。
    文法が時につまずかせても、
    メロディーは心から生まれる。
    だから少し歌うような言い回しになっても…
    これは私の言葉、私の出発点。
    こんにちは、こんにちは、一人ひとりの魂へ！
    声は小さいけれど、大きくしたい。
    この第二言語で、私の居場所を見つけてる、
    深い想いと、ゆっくりした冗談と一緒に。
    こんにちは、こんにちは…わかる？
    お気に入りの本のように、この場を読んで、
    わずかに上がった眉、もう一度見る視線。
    私の笑い声はせせらぎのそばの秘密、
    聞き耳を立ててくれたから、届いた。
    自分の異国の名前の響きを学んでる、
    友達の口の中で、それは優しい炎。
    柔らかくていい、恥じることはない、
    ただ、別の種類の勇気。
    5 min

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