ええと・・・なんというか、これが新しい動画です。ときどきいろんな人が（もちろん自分も含めて）演技をしている、と感じることがあります。そんな気持ちを歌った曲です。以下、歌詞を載せます。
村山亮 ”Imaginary Audience”
想像上のAudience
繰り繰り返すSequence
よ、よ、よ、容赦のないVengeance
いつかやって来るConsequence
想像上のAudience
繰り繰り返すSequence
よ、よ、よ、容赦のないVengeance
いずれやって来るConsequence
Hey, don’t teach me nonsense
It’s just political science
I have a lot of patience
So let me alone till get some evidence
Imaginary audience
Everlasting sequence
Relentless vengeance
Inevitable consequence
Imaginary audience
Everlasting sequence
Relentless vengeance
You can’t run away from consequence
Madness, sadness, it’s shameless, you’re reckless,
Timeless, and hopeless, but endless, ’cause you’re so heartless
Madness, sadness, it’s shameless, you’re reckless,
Timeless, and hopeless, but endless, ’cause you’re so heartless
We’re restless, it’s numbness, I say Godless, even in this country
Take this, and just guess, why are you so empty
We’re restless, kind of numbness, I say Godless, even in this country
Take this, and just guess, why do you feel so thirsty
Dull pencil can’t kill the darkness
Dull pencil can’t kill the darkness
But sharp ones sometimes lose kindness
Sharp minds sometimes lose tenderness
Don’t think anything but wind,
Don’t think anything but wind, my brother, yeah
Don’t think anything but wind, my sister
Don’t think anything but wind, my sister
See oblique ray, from above
See oblique ray, from above
The thing of beauty is a joy
The thing of beauty is a joy, forever…
想像上のAudience
繰り繰り返すSequence
よ、よ、よ、容赦のないVengeance
いつかやって来るConsequence
想像上のAudience
繰り繰り返すSequence
よ、よ、よ、容赦のないVengeance
いずれやって来るConsequence
How long do you act like this?
How long do you act like this?
Now your time is over!
Now your time is over!
How long do you act like this?
How long do you act like this?
Now your time is over!
Now your time is over!
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in the petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
See oblique ray, from above
See oblique ray, from above
The thing of beauty is a joy
The thing of beauty is a joy forever…
The thing of beauty is a joy
The thing of beauty is a joy forever…
