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Concept 1
Kodomo Lyrics


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Regular Father

The pit pat of rain on the car roof played in cadence with the cathunk cathunk of the windshield wipers as Humble sat in traffic. Floating red lights in the dark refracted off the water droplets, creating an ephemeral piece of art in front of his eyes that refreshed itself every second and a half when the wipers replaced it with a completely new and beautiful visual panorama as the vehicle moved through the dark.
But this beauty held a dark foreboding, for it had not stopped in almost a week, and Humble was but one individual in a river of people trying to escape the real river as it overflowed it's banks, destroying homes along the way. The traffic moved slowly through the dark, but Humble was happy that at least he was dry and relatively safe, so long as followed the evacuation route. He crawled along with the other vehicles, his car stereo playing soothing music that felt an appropriate soundtrack to his current situation.
As he sat in heavy traffic a trio of dark shapes moved along parallel to his vehicle, and on ahead of it. "Poor sob's." He thought to himself. Too bad for them. Ah well, he was fine. No need to worry about anyone else, since we all have the same dire problem. Humble went back to his music, imagining that the rhythm of the song matched the rhythm of the wiper blades, even though the wipers were slightly behind the time signature of the music.
Traffic picked up speed and he drove past the three pedestrians. They were stopped now, and his headlights showed a tall, broad shouldered person, a shorter slightly built person, and what could only be a young child, all obscured under ponchos. The large figure carried a day pack, but that appeared to be their only luggage. Humble craned his neck as he moved past. Why were they stopped during an evacuation? The river wasn't far from here, and if they didn't get moving in the next few moments they would certainly be trapped or worse.
He kept watch on them in his side view mirror, silently urging them on. Why didn't they have a vehicle? They didn't look like the type to not have a car. Maybe they broke down. Perhaps they were separated from another group.
The music turned from soothing to aggravating so he turned it off. The cathunk of the wipers and the hum of the car engine were now his only company, and as traffic came to a standstill he couldn't shake his concern for the people, who had begun walking again, the man carrying the child now as they moved ahead of Humble, slower than before.
Humble looked around his car. He had a large duffle bag and his laptop on the back seat. Nothing that couldn't be moved to the trunk. A few empty energy drink cans and McDonald's wrappers littered the floor embarrassingly, but now was not a time to be fastidious.
The people were about to head out of sight around a bend in the road. Humble screwed up his nerve and opened his car door, stepping out into pummeling rain that instantly soaked through his shirt. This weather wasn't fit for any living being. He hollered to the trio as they shuffled dejectedly along. They stopped and turned to face him. The child with its face buried deep in the man's chest. The woman, looking frightened. The man looking hopelessly desperate.
Humble hollered again, and waved his arms. The small family silently trudged back toward Humble and his car.



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Aradia

I have literally completed entire projects with this song on repeat. For like, days. I love Kodomo's other songs, too, but this one...

CHRYSOULA NO-NAME

How do you get it to repeat on YouTube? Please help me.

Einhamer

Well... this is literally the ONE...
And stilll, it's heard to this day!

Tim Ogden

Aradia concept 16

HumblePilot

Nice song. I imagine driving at night in the city with this tune playing.

Regular Father

The pit pat of rain on the car roof played in cadence with the cathunk cathunk of the windshield wipers as Humble sat in traffic. Floating red lights in the dark refracted off the water droplets, creating an ephemeral piece of art in front of his eyes that refreshed itself every second and a half when the wipers replaced it with a completely new and beautiful visual panorama as the vehicle moved through the dark.
But this beauty held a dark foreboding, for it had not stopped in almost a week, and Humble was but one individual in a river of people trying to escape the real river as it overflowed it's banks, destroying homes along the way. The traffic moved slowly through the dark, but Humble was happy that at least he was dry and relatively safe, so long as followed the evacuation route. He crawled along with the other vehicles, his car stereo playing soothing music that felt an appropriate soundtrack to his current situation.
As he sat in heavy traffic a trio of dark shapes moved along parallel to his vehicle, and on ahead of it. "Poor sob's." He thought to himself. Too bad for them. Ah well, he was fine. No need to worry about anyone else, since we all have the same dire problem. Humble went back to his music, imagining that the rhythm of the song matched the rhythm of the wiper blades, even though the wipers were slightly behind the time signature of the music.
Traffic picked up speed and he drove past the three pedestrians. They were stopped now, and his headlights showed a tall, broad shouldered person, a shorter slightly built person, and what could only be a young child, all obscured under ponchos. The large figure carried a day pack, but that appeared to be their only luggage. Humble craned his neck as he moved past. Why were they stopped during an evacuation? The river wasn't far from here, and if they didn't get moving in the next few moments they would certainly be trapped or worse.
He kept watch on them in his side view mirror, silently urging them on. Why didn't they have a vehicle? They didn't look like the type to not have a car. Maybe they broke down. Perhaps they were separated from another group.
The music turned from soothing to aggravating so he turned it off. The cathunk of the wipers and the hum of the car engine were now his only company, and as traffic came to a standstill he couldn't shake his concern for the people, who had begun walking again, the man carrying the child now as they moved ahead of Humble, slower than before.
Humble looked around his car. He had a large duffle bag and his laptop on the back seat. Nothing that couldn't be moved to the trunk. A few empty energy drink cans and McDonald's wrappers littered the floor embarrassingly, but now was not a time to be fastidious.
The people were about to head out of sight around a bend in the road. Humble screwed up his nerve and opened his car door, stepping out into pummeling rain that instantly soaked through his shirt. This weather wasn't fit for any living being. He hollered to the trio as they shuffled dejectedly along. They stopped and turned to face him. The child with its face buried deep in the man's chest. The woman, looking frightened. The man looking hopelessly desperate.
Humble hollered again, and waved his arms. The small family silently trudged back toward Humble and his car.

carlos luis

with an acid in the brain

Gabe BX

Driving in NYC right now playing this

El Maracaibero

+calvarez817
A rainy night.

habib khasawneh

+calvarez817 same

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