Vocaloid Kikuo Apr 2026

The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones. Every step that I take breaks the floor into stones. Mother’s soup tastes like prayers and old lace. She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face.

Tick… tock… I forgot what I forgot. Tick… stop. vocaloid kikuo

(Tempo: 160 BPM — frantic, like a music box winding down too fast) The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones

La-la-la, lick the knife. Daddy’s home with a brand-new wife. She wears a dress made of Sunday clocks. And the candy just ate my tick-tocks. (Eat them up, eat them up, tick-tocks stop.) She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face

Tick-tock, tick-tock… The rabbit lost his pocket watch. Mama said, “Don’t eat the sky.” But the sky was made of lullaby.

(Final sound: A child’s giggle, then silence — followed by one loud, wet crunch.) Would you like this formatted as a lyric sheet, or adapted into a pseudo-score with rhythm suggestions?

The moon is a spoon And the stars are soft-boiled. I swallowed a tune That my tongue has now spoiled.