【Touhou Lyrics】 Strawberry Crisis!!

  / lyricalive   Yumemi's theme. …One of my favorite PC-98 characters! Although she is an eccentric professor, rather than a student, she has a lot in common with Sumireko. Cape-clad human final bosses from the outside world are destined to be dramatically cynical about society before announcing that they'll make everyone believe them soon enough. In particular, the society that Yumemi is cynical toward is (probably) the same futuristic society that Renko and Merry are from... so I had fun dropping a bunch of subtle references to suggest that connection as well. I like to imagine that Yumemi was the physics professor at their university before getting kicked out for her wild theories and going on her interdimensional field trip to Gensokyo. Nonsense background comments from her student assistant Chiyuri rescue the tone from being too seriously edgy. DOWNLOAD ON MY BLOG: http://asa-turney.tumblr.com/lyrics Touhou Project 03, Phantasmagoria of Dim. Dream Yumemi Okazaki: "Strawberry Crisis!!" Original music by ZUN. English lyrics by me, fandub vocals by me (Yumemi) and Lori-hime (Chiyuri). Art from the official game. --- “Oh, a real live research subject? How wonderful.” “Let’s go, boss!” The intelligence of modern machines is artificial. Scenery projected on screens is artificial. Supplements that keep you awake are artificial. Flavors in your strawberry cake… “That, too?” Games that you’re invited to play are artificial. Words that you’re accustomed to say are artificial. Terabytes of data you send are artificial. Value of the money you spend… “Who knew?” Systems that determine the rules are artificial. Resources to fashion your tools are artificial. Half of all the green that you grow is artificial. Oftentimes, the smile that you show… “How do ya feel?” Satellites you launch into space are artificial. Limits that you bother to place are artificial. All the colors painting your scenes are artificial. You think you can judge what it means… to be real? Ah, pure bright red… the eternal lifeblood of modern science is truth. Yet we instead willfully reject what does not reflect prefixed proof. History’s guide, a double-edged sign, calls for us to cross that line twice: In order to grant our greatest wish, we will need a sacrifice. (“…Not it!”) See, I have no choice. I will admit, my power as well: Artificial and transient, even as I hold it clear in my hand… Now, dreamers rejoice! Going beyond what theories can tell… Here, at last, in a magic land -- Nothing can deceive me. Then they’ll believe me!!