【Touhou Lyrics】 Naturalis Historia of the Childlike Duo

https://www.patreon.com/lyricalive A carefree duet for Renko Usami & Maribel Hearn. ...In this CD story, Merry and Renko write their adventures into an anonymously self-published book (a doujin... how meta). So the theme here is "RenMerry as doujin artists," and the attitude associated with proudly doing things for your own sake with minimal stock in what others think. It's so spirited and positive, it might be one of my favorites yet. Renko's beautiful voice is brought to you by my partner Lori-hime ( http://lori-hime.tumblr.com )... and she also helped out with the portrait edits for our silly conversations. Check out our other Hifuu duets here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJFiAJtX1FTHn3dYKclszmw0qXO54dvE8 DOWNLOAD ON MY BLOG: http://asa-turney.tumblr.com/lyrics ZUN's Music Collection Vol. 8, Swallowstone Natural History ~ Dr. Latency's Freak Report Maribel Hearn & Renko Usami: "Naturalis Historia of the Childlike Duo" Original music by ZUN. English lyrics by me, fandub vocals by me & Lori. Fanmade alphes-style portraits from http://gensoukyou.1000.tv/dl.html, art by Kaoru, released for free use. Extremely important smug edits done by Lori. --- Take a look, take a guess. What's this freshly off the press? This is the stunning magnum opus of our age, and nothing less. As the truth of this world has been captured, set it free. And some might not believe our story, but it's natural to me! So, what else here is left to do? That would be the parts we assigned to you. The duty of a storyteller truly is tough, Too busy living stories to remember them enough. Come now, you're just wasting energy. Hmph, that doesn't sound like physics to me. Force times distance = get to work! All right, all right, no need to be a jerk! Surely, here's a twist of fate, From the good old days when you were late. Nonsense! Time is in my sight. That doesn't mean your time is right! Just what time did the roles reverse? It's always been, for better or worse. I swear it's not. If so says you, Then, from your side, I'm sure it's true. There are many more... words like this in our inflated world of information. This book is one of a kind-- it's yours and it's mine! For each stone yet unturned, think of all we leave unlearned: The rare and common indistinct at all, as far as I'm concerned. Like a fool, feeling bold, finds a rock and calls it gold... If there's the smallest chance of a shine, I tell you, even I'd be sold! Something humble of size, something dull yet highly prized, Because they're things that can't be witnessed with just anybody's eyes. It's our honor as freaks to report this breaking news. 'Cause it's the winners who write history, and we are not gonna lose. At the shrine once, I saw a cat. And then it left, and that was that. I think your storytelling needs a little more snap. Like how it disappeared through a space-time gap? I'll go once more; let me try it from the start. Just let it all flow from the depths of your heart. Drawn to the power of a worn-down shrine, A spiritual creature from a far-off time: A round-faced kitten with a two-pronged tail (Right.) Strayed far from home on a quantum scale. (Interesting.) And-- Renko, hey, are you getting all this? (Write, write.) We're only just getting to the great big twist! (Our historia!) (Whoa, whoa... The world that we're fated to share...) (I know... There's something out there!) There are many more... words like this that may be born of wild imagination. This book is one for the truth-- the tales of our youth! Just our words travel far. No one need know who we are, To be the base of every breakthrough, and the talk of every bar. As I trust only you with my true identity... Some might not believe my story, but it's natural to me. Boys and girls, east to west... they'll be seeking out the best. So now just put the pen to the paper, and we'll put it to the test. For a ghostwriting fee -- (huh?) -- I'll help them all to see. And some might not believe your story, but it's natural to me. Upside-down and inside-out, floating castles turned about, Ancient columns soaring as a drum beat fills the air. Old and new: once reversed, we can say we saw it first As a classic tale resurges from this modern cynical fare. Ripples on a misty lake, fairies stirring in its wake, Holy mountains rising from the land to oversee. Can this fit on the stage of a two-dimensional page? Some might not believe our story, but it's natural to me. I, for one, believe because it's natural to me. Some might not believe it, but it's natural to me.