#melty love cooking lyric

[capitalisticveins]

D.A.M.N Crew Headcanons Part 2 (Ft. Kody, Xavier, and Hudson)

Author’s Note: Apparently I only wrote 1 DAMN crew headcanon? Let’s fix that. Anyway what headcanons yall want next bc I’m OFFICIALLY NOT SICK ANYMORE

- Freelancer tends to grow out their hair without realizing.

- One of Huxley’s moms has a southern accent that the other simply adores.

- Lasko’s hair is either curly and reaches his ears, or long and fluffy and touches his butt.

- Gavin has nipple piercings.

- Damien hates the idea of forehead piercings.

- No matter how simply you explain the game to him, Caelum will never understand how to play Go Fish.

- Damien and David would make great friends.

- Xavier used to run around campus screaming the lyrics to “Let it Go” while wearing a random flowy dress and freezing the floors he stepped on. Whenever he was caught he threatened to make a castle then and there if someone touched him.

- He very much could do it but he never actually did.

- Huxley has a teddy bear. He doesn’t remember how or when he got it, he just…has it. But god forbid anyone tries to take it from him.

- Whenever Lasko draws, he draws people with a “:3” face.

- Caelum has drawn those lime lips people hate so much.

- Gavin thrives on VRChat.

- If Freelancer had their way, they’d be in bed until 4pm.

- Whenever Kody had his “mandatory counselor meetings” after he bridged with Freelancer, he’d ever so slightly, yet constantly, dampen the plants in his counselor’s office so they’d die.

- Once, when Caelum couldn’t convince Freelancer to wake up, Gavin came over and played a very annoying “wake up call” from a radio show host. That woke them up.

- Damien loves Hell’s Kitchen. Not because he likes seeing Gordon yell at chefs, but because he likes seeing chefs who do a good job cooking receive praise.

- Xavier and Huxley prefer the chewy Chips Ahoy cookies (as they should).

- Lasko’s alarm is so soothing it actually puts him back to sleep.

- Caelum has a Nintendo 3DS.

- Huxley met Lasko when a stray football hit Lasko square in the face and Huxley came up to check if he’s okay.

- Kody prefers honey barbeque chips.

- Damien loves the snow. Even if he feels weak and vulnerable during the winter, he loves how it looks and how it feels. He’s never lost a snowball fight either.

- Xavier preferred online classes. Not because it was easy to skip and sleep through, but because it was genuinely easier (to him).

- Lasko has asthma.

- Kody used to have his hair in a ponytail, now he just keeps it out.

- Freelancer can double dutch.

- Gavin can’t but don’t tell him that.

- Caelum has tiny little wings that can just barely pick him up off the ground if he flaps hard enough. He can float anyway, but he likes flapping his wings.

- Damien likes soft cookies, so if he’s given a hard one, he’ll microwave it until it’s soft and melty.

- Lasko likes durian fruit.

- Huxley collects fidget toys

- And igneous rocks.

- Gavin had a pet fish he won, but it died, so he fed it to a stray cat.

- Lasko doesn’t know about the existence of oatmeal raisin cookies.

- Freelancer likes tres leches.

- Sometimes, Caelum stays up past his “bedtime” to use his Nintendo 3DS.

- Whenever Delphinus checks on him in the middle of the night, he swiftly shuts his DS and stuffs it under his pillow as he pretends to be asleep. He’d get away with it too if it wasn’t for Mario saying “Bye bye!” as it closes.

#Took longer to write these than I thought #But I like releasing these things the same day I write them so idc #Redacted Audio #Redacted ASMR #Redactedverse #Redacted Headcanons #Redacted fanfic #Redacted Gavin #Redacted Caelum #Redacted Damien #Redacted Huxley #Redacted Lasko #Redacted Kody #Redacted Xavier #Redacted Hudson #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Delphinus

[matchamorphosis]

— ❝ 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐄 ❞

summary: you return to the city that raised you and help make dinner for the man that claims your heart.

pairings: friends with benefits!carmen berzatto × fem!mena!reader

genre: friends to benefits to lovers. wordcount: 1.6K

warnings: 18+ only. steamy moments but no smut. cursing. small talk of cultural differences. handjob mention. nicknames: “bear” and “clem”. reader is a food critic. mentions of death, generational trauma, anxiety, and stress. a lot of food talk. past friends with benefits sort of thing.

w. note: so i’m officially a carmy whore, that’s what’s new. reminder that reader is middle eastern north african (that’s what mena stands for). anyway make sure to read, reblog and give feedback. muah!

Be ba da do be; a man loves a woman, the woman loves a man.

“It was a hand job, Carmy. I remember it and so do you, you were dazed as fuck for two hours straight on the drive home and my wrist was sore as shit.”

God how he missed her and her tease, more than how he missed the supercut memories of Chicago that lulled him to sleep when he was homesick in New York.

“Clem,” the nickname zesty, tangy, and sweet in his mouth just like the effects of a slice of clementine on his tongue. “I was dazed for an hour at max, the bottle you coerced the waiter to give you just aided in getting me wasted.”

A stream of laughter flows out of her mouth, her teeth gleaming in a smile that is nothing but contagious as she begins to remember more of that summer night she and him spent downtown.

“Sure, baby sure. Go play innocent Carmy on me, it’s not going to work though cause my memories not shit.” shaking her head, throwing in a liberal amount of garlic on the yellow zucchini, roasted butternut squash and sliced red onion soaking in a pot of melty butter.

Be ba da do be, the man grins a smile he doesn’t know he could manifest but knows well it’s the cause of the woman.

The kitchen is clouded in a variety of smells, from the sweet squashes cooking to the spiced yogurt marinated lamb chops searing and the sourdough rising. Sounds hit each other’s ears in a symphony of roaring laughter, loose footsteps following the groove of the stereo, and the music of food cooking a dinner that will fill their hearts before their stomachs.

Carmen looks at her, really taking a good look at her. Because he feels the heavy ache in his belly strengthen, that ache that simultaneously goes along with the fluttery excitement of seeing, hearing, feeling somebody you care in a long time. It’s making his heart hungry, he never felt this hunger in a while.

The feeling is brightening up his face like a runny egg yolk, pigmenting it with a cherry blush when she grabs him by the back of his head to try the sauce coated on her wooden spoon. Cherry-colored like the filling of Marcus’s doughnuts, making him see stars the same color as the icings when she whispers the lyrics of the playing song in his ear.

The details of the occasion where written and sealed when he sent you a late night voice message after looking through some five year old photographs he had hidden away in three of the cookbooks you gave him for his birthday five years ago. The firecracker of realization striking him that so much time has passed since he was in New York, and you were in Boston.

That hungry sensation scented in a cloud of spices that wrap Carmen’s senses, like a pair of arms that he wants to be within each night. Slow then fast, his chopping escalates then declines as he moves the knife with precision across the cutting board.

Be ba da do be; is the exact pace of his heart thumping in his chest.

It goes along with the movements of her lips and the rain against the kitchen windowsill. Warmth filling his heart, making it rise like the sourdough baking in the oven.

“Carmy?” the approach of her words smooths over to him at the counter, “Yeah y/n/n?” he responds, whisking the dressing of a salad then tasting a bit with his pinky, it’s need some more citrus.

It was a night to make up for a lot of lost time, so the both of you decided on a day to experiment with whatever that was in Carmen’s fridge and you bring whatever the hell that could fit inside your grocery bag.

“Could you hand me three sprigs of rosemary?” his head turn over his shoulder to see her jean clad hips expertly swaying, and moving to the beat of the song.

The exposed skin of her back neck burning a hypnotizing trance in his blue eyes, tightening a knot in his stomach as he licks his lips. He remembers how he used to mark it up with his lips and teeth, leaving behind a trial of blemishes that varied in size and visibility. Carmen manages to snap out of it, dashing his eyes up to her at the stovetop.

Her own eyes stay focused on the sight of onions caramelizing in a sizzling puddle of olive oil, loose curls frame her face as the rest stay in order with the great help of a citrus-colored claw clip. A wooden spoon in one hand as the other motions to the rhythm of the music playing on the old stereo in the living room.

Carmy believes it’s Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass because he hasn’t heard the song “Ladyfingers” since she went away to Boston.

“Rosemary? Ah yeah, yeah, I got rosemary.” Carmen's hands quickly steps away from his area of chopping a lemon and squeezing it in the bowl, heading to his spice cabinet where he opens it as he inspects what little contents fill the empty space.

I really need to do some shopping before I think to invite people over for dinner, he thinks before closing it.

“Um no rosemary actually, sorry about that Chef.” he just sees her smirk and turn to grab her grocery tote bag, pulling out a small jar of rosemary sprigs from the endless depth. A magician, truly, Carmen also thinks as he gives her a smile.

“That’s why I come prepared for the worse when I plan to cook with you Chef.” it’s playful and filled with just the right amount of spark he missed, he secretly yearns for more of it just as he wants more of her saffron tinted rose water flavored presence filling the lonely blue void of his soul.

Be ba da do be; the man spills the bottle of memories, letting the nostalgia soak him through.

“Hey y/n.” he mumbles, standing besides her as she spoons the hot liquid butter over the garlic and rosemary sitting atop the seared steaks.

“Hey Carmy.” Her response crisp, her own eyes drifting to his that move away every few seconds and he licks his damn lips.

Fucking fuck, Bear — little thoughts of moisturizing his lips with the birthday-cake flavored chapstick you have on emerge.

“What do you remember from that night?” his voice stitched with curiosity he tries to hide, covering it up by stirring the couscous added to the squashes. Carmen knows the tiny bowl of chopped parsley will be sprinkled on top it after the couscous cooks through.

Internally, the highly acclaimed Chef asks himself why he hasn’t ever asked her out then but that answer always seems to answer itself time and time again when it pops up. Torturing him when he laid in bed thinking about the bike rides through green Orland Park. How they read each other recipes from cookbooks on Chinatown Branches library shelves, kissing behind the coffee shops in Little Palestine.

That time ago, it wouldn’t have happened. No matter how much confidence he harnessed from pep talks with Mikey or just the willpower of adolescent desire. It wouldn’t have happened, in secret was the only way the both could explore the world and each other and even then you both wouldn’t go as far to call it a relationship. Him and her, the two of you, were just too different.

It was hard truth to swallow from the criticisms Carmen got from his family, being so interested in a woman from her culture who wanted to taste food for a living just as much as she got backlash from her family for being interested in a white guy who wanted to cook for a living.

“I think we have some polar opinions on what happened that night. But we both know it was your bright idea to convince me to skip my afternoon course and drive downtown with you.” her accent slips into your words formally and naturally.

Carmy loves it when that happens, because she can’t control it one bit. The y/n he knew five years ago used to be so overtly embarrassed of it but now, she doesn’t mind it showing whatsoever.

“You’re right, I remember that part of the night crystal clear.” he tags along to this journey back to the past but he’s hoping you’re willing to talk about what happened late that night.

She smacks his bicep with the back of her hand and laughs, an aspect of his physique she knows has gained a few muscle that last time she saw him. It’s then did Carmen realize he said that thought aloud and not to himself.

“You know what Bear, you’re a lot more of a pervert then I remember.” She smirks as he begins to pour out apologies for all the faults this night has, from the lack of herbs to his “creepiness”. But to be fair, it’s taking her a severe amount of discipline to not think about other areas that may have changed as she looks at him trying to explain himself.

“It’s not a problem Carmy, I wanted to talk more of that night to. Just wasn’t done talking before you swang in on your boner.” she grins and he just continues to blush and apologize, accepting to laugh along with you and your endless teasing.

“The dumplings you got us were good though, and I didn’t have to subject myself to unnecessary persecution from my professor so that was an added bonus.” you sigh as you wipe a little bit of sweat off your forehead with your hand towel.

The heat from the oven and stove rises the temperature of the kitchen, convincing you to slip out of the thick university sweater that wraps your body up and reveal the deep richness of your exposed skin the short tank top provides.

“And I liked the fact that it was me and you. Just us walking through the city and catching a late night movie.” and simultaneously you both think back on his lips hungrily devouring yours and your hands unzipping his pants in the shadowy dark of the theatre.

Be ba da do be; the woman doesn’t know why she feels a pain in her heart but she hopes the man can help relive it.

Carmen nods along — I haven’t forgotten that night. I don’t wanna forget how you made me feel because I feel like I’ve forgotten you.

He couldn’t think of the name of the movie that was playing even if it could save him, and why would he want to be saved? His mind floods of memories of that night with his hands in your hair, your hand playing with his hard cock, and his lips hidden in your neck as he tried to maintain his moans by bitting down and sucking on your skin.

Cool air hits your skin but you feel a burn, something similar to the swelter of something hot to your senses but without the sting. Carmen can’t tear his eyes away, even when the pans of food are under his mercy he can’t help them because he’s under the mercy of your figure swaying under his kitchen lights.

You’re crazy, you’re driving me crazy and you’re enjoying it, Carmen thinks as he leans his weight against the countertop, unashamedly enjoying the show before him.

The pure gold plate of your name in Arabic winks at him as it lays comfortably on your exposed cleavage. Bare waist moving softly then strongly like the waves of a tide, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. It unleashed another memory of playing near the Pierre, the water that night reflecting off the moonlight as his hands slipped into her underwear, massaging her wetness and bringing it up to his lips to taste her for the first time.

Her eyes meet Carmy’s for a second, his face deep pink like the juice of a raspberry before he turns away with an apology.

Enjoying the view? — is what you want to say but you find yourself a little flustered to tease him — because he looks so fucking good.

The veins running from his hands to his forearms popping here and there with his tight grips and motions. The black ink of his tattoos strained through the muscle of his skin it’s making you hot all over. You’re drinking him in, practically thinking of him fucking you while you try to look anywhere else besides his strong nose or shoulders.

“Do you ever think that you’re using a bit too much onion and garlic in your dishes? It smells damn good but I can immediately tell which plate of food is yours from a hundred just from the onion to garlic content and ratio.”

Carmen means it in the most politest manner and he tries and fails to keep back a laugh when you give him your signature questionable look that is ingrained in your family.

“Is that your nice-guy way of saying i’m predicable Carmy? That I’m some sort of onion and garlic addict? Well listen Carmy, I can’t help it, onions and garlic are my love language. The more I love a person the more I use them.”

“You must love me a whole lot then ‘cause my apartments gonna be smelling like ‘em till next month.” he laughs and she giggles while shrugging her shoulder in agreement then taking her squash couscous and braised lamb chops to the little table in the corner of his kitchen.

“Sorry Carmen, I hope you don’t mind it. I mean I just moved back here and i’m already etching myself on you. How is the restaurant doing?” her words soft and gentle, her eyes etched on Carmy’s back, her heart pausing when he stops whatever he was doing to turn around and look at her.

“No no I don’t mind it. It means a lot for you to be here, I’m glad I called you. I, I really missed seeing you, talking to you.” Carmen assures, he doesn’t want to have her walk on eggshells around him, he already cleared everything up with her about Michael and doesn’t want the tension to resurface.

It was great that you two had a lot to talk about but the generational trauma of both your families anxieties and stresses wasn’t a light subject that you both are eager to dive into.

Be ba da do be; the man plays at the strings of his heart, grateful to know they still create the same ballad that plays when the woman’s near.

“And the restaurant is going great. We’re still experimenting with a new menu. I have to talk to some contractors and designers for the layout tomorrow.” she nods along, a little seed of happiness for him growing fast. Growing green veins that wrap around the vesicle of her heart, like a second skin she didn’t know she shed once she stopped talking to her old dear friend.

“I’m happy for you Bear. It all has lead up to this huh?” the twinkle in her eyes glisten, giving him a quick wink that makes him do a mental double take.

Carmen watches her pour her standard household amount on both of their plates and sprinkle it lightly with parsley. The candle in the middle of both your dishes was lite, only she’s not the one that light but him earlier that night.

“Yeah, yeah really it has.” Carmen can’t tear his eyes away from hers, “You know, if you’d like you could drop by tomorrow. You could try this new dessert Marcus is whipping up, I have this ah—” Carmy’s hand lifts up to scratch his head, his eyes roaming from her lips to her nose to the earrings that hang from her ears.

Everywhere before swimming in the soft intensity of her eyes, licking his lips when her lashes shut her eyes for a second before opening them to reveal the intensity of them again.

“This dish, that I’m working on. It has a some uh, you know you could see what I’m talking about band try it out. Only if you want to, you know.” Carmen explains, now looking at you after taking the sourdough out of the oven and playing with the gorgeous brown crackly surface.

“Oh I know, maybe I do want to drop by tomorrow.” her tone is making his head spin, a dozen of ideas for new dishes coming to mind that he wants her to try. Each step she takes closer to him makes his heart pound a new beat, he wishes the smell of her perfume would stay present.

“And you know, maybe you could go easy on me and my crew to. I know how offended you critics can get when you don’t like what the Chef serves up.” Carmen whispers, he doesn’t need to raise his voice with her face inching so close to his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go more than easy on you Bear. You don’t have to worry about that.” She whispers back, he breaks from his reserved space to inch closer. Admiring the shape of her lips, imagining how soft and warm they feel.

“Then what should I worry about, sweetheart? Should I worry about your daddy? Or your mama? Or my mom? I don’t really care about them right now. I don’t care because they don’t matter.” all forms of fear and hesitancy are thrown out the window and into the rainy night.

“Stop fucking around and tell me what you’re trying to say Carmy.” he sees the watery glint in her eyes, regret rises in his chest as his throat goes dry.

It isn’t fair, it isn’t fair how he’s letting the fears that prevented him from loving her then keep him from loving her now.

When Carmen thought of Chicago when he was in New York he thought of his family, his childhood, his food, and her. Any image of her just is associated with a feeling of regret of what could have been. He just wants to know if she feels that to, and if she doesn’t want to live in that stage of regret anymore.

“I’m saying that maybe we don’t have to feel scared anymore because there’s nothing to be scared of. You know I’ve— I’ve always loved you. I was stupid then to not have told you that but I’m telling it to you now.” he stops talking to take a good look at her, vulnerability spread on every feature of his face.

“What should I be worried about now? There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you.” he whispers, grasping her face in his hands to keep her avoiding glance to his.

In that action, his nose touches hers, the warmth of her lips seems to radiate against his mouth, her loose curls and his blonde strands of hair touch and twine together. Her hands touch his that still cup her cheeks and she holds the nose of his neck and pulls him to her.

Be ba da do be; they kiss and fill up that space of feeling they never felt but so desperately wanted.

“There better be plenty of onions and garlic in that special dish of yours tomorrow Chef.” y/n lightly demands, taking his mouth to hers again when he decides to lick his damn lips again.

A smirk spreads on Carmen’s face as he kisses back, it was so typical you to make him fall harder with her weird preferences, if that was possible.

“Trust me sweetheart, there’ll be more than enough.” he whispers against her lips, tasting the cake flavored chapstick she had on. “The whole blocks gonna know how much I love you.”

They can’t help the laughter that escapes them, her fingers tangled in his hair whilst he laughs into the crook of her neck. A new ache fills their chests after they come down from their giggles and smiles, but it’s an ache they’re willing to protect and nurture.

Be ba da do be; the man loves the woman and the woman loves the man.

#carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto fluff

[massutoshi]

Marginal#4 - Melty♥Love♥Cooking Lyric

it's been awhile since my last post and romanizing rite ＾＾） here i've done Melty♥Love♥Cooking when i feel bored with my report in my office. did this without booklet or kanji ver. lyric so tell me if i put something wrong. PLEASE DONT REPOST MY ROMANIZING SOMEWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION . DO RESPECT 😉 ----------------------------------------------- Nomura L (cv Suzuki Yuuto) Nomura R (cv KENN) Futari tokechau, Torori tokechau Minna tokechau Nandemo ii kara sumanna sa so da yo sukoshi wa kizuite hoshii Donna toki mo kimi no saikou no egao ga mitai tte tameiki sa Sono te saki mo motte amashi nee sumaho- wa oite okou~ Me to me awasete beru ga naridasu tenshi mo akuma mo sapuraisu Kimi ni muchuu, suggoku muchuu furimuiteyo melty♥love♥cooking Amabusenai kono essence dake Oshiete yo ne boku ni! Kimi o michau, suggoku michau Tokimeite yo melty♥love♥cooking Aa azayakana ano essence dake Moritsuketa na amai niji ga kakaru Korekara hajimaru nukumori o shinjitte namaiki demo hagushichau Tsurai ame wa mushiro hontou no mirai ga mieru tte sa iin janai Mou taba ni wa mienai yo kono recipe ni chakusin yo Te to te awasete doa o aketara tokimeki wagamama labirynth Dua ni muchuu, kokoro muchuu Aitainda sweet love kissing Are you ready iru kaze ni omoiro nosete Tsutaetai boku mo Kimi to shichau, koi ni shichau Doushite mo ne sweet love kissing Ai chitoki ni mada minokoshite powder Kurikaereba namida kirari hikaru Hum.. umaku ikanai na~ Demo daijoubu, kitto mitsukaru hazu dayo! Un.. doushite? Sonna ki ga suru kara, sore ja dame kana? Jaa… shinjitte miru! Kimi no ichiban ni naritai kara! Ore mo, ganbaru ne! Futari hoshii to senaka awasete Kanjitta yo kan ga wonderful Kimi ni muchuu, suggoku muchuu furimu iteyo melty♥love♥cooking Amabusenai kono essence dake Oshiete yo ne boku ni! Kimi o michau, suggoku michau Tokkimeite yo melty♥love♥cooking Aa azayakana ano essence dake Moritsuketa na amai niji ga kakaru Futari tokechau, Torori tokechau Minna tokechau Gochisousama deshita!

#marginal4 #nomura R #nomura L #suzuki yuuto #kenn #melty love cooking #melty love cooking lyric

[apocalypticgargoyle]

i could cry - lub u more gene, you are my favourite sexy purple blob ❤️ my day is actually ok! like only 3 of my friends said happy birthday lmao loving that but my family have been very sweet :) and i had ice cream cake because …. no. no explanation why wouldn’t i have ice cream cake? the superior cake 😎🤚🏻if anyone wants a slice hmu and be speedy, it do be melty😳 i also made some yummy pasta for lunch because i too am submissive and breedable (yes i do the cooking yes i do the cleaning, if you will) and my sibling got me a peppa pig card which plays the theme song every time u open it as payback for giving them ‘happy fifth birthday’ cards for the past like 5 years (also this year i copied out the entire lyrics of corpses hit “egirls are ruining my life” into their card so some may argue i got my just desserts idk i say it’s a gift 😍) anyway that will be all because i love to over share 😌 don’t stay up too late mon ami i’ll be watching… always watching…. 😏 -😌 xxxxxx

I feel so safe and protected (and submissive and breedable) with you watching 😚 KAKDKSMAN

ALSO THOSE ARE DOPE ASS CARDS IM SCREAMING SJXMDKSKS

My friends forgot my birthday this year so we can be in the same cart. I'm glad you're around and I'm wishing you the happiest birthday ever! You deserve a thousand forehead kisses, sweet love!

Also I would love a slice?? Can we split one??

#pigeon mail #😌 anon

[aarunomura]

Melty❤Love❤Cooking - MARGINAL#4 (Romaji Lyrics & English Translation)

Artist/s: Nomura Eru (CV: KENN) Nomura Aru (CV: Suzuki Yuuto)

Song Link: [x]

Please DO NOT re-translate or post this translation anywhere without permission.

Futari tokechau❤ Torori tokechau❤ Minna tokechau❤

Together, we’re melting❤ Oozing, melting❤ Everyone is melting❤

「Nandemo, ii kara」tsumanna sasou da yo? Sukoshi wa, kidzuite hoshii 💢 Donna toki mo kimi no saikou no egao ga mitai tte tameiki sa

“I’m fine with anything.” Doesn’t that sound a little boring? I want you to realise that a little 💢 I sigh, wishing to always see your best smile

Sono tesaki wo mote amashi Nee, SUMAHO wa oite okou? Me to me awasete BERU ga naridasu Tenshi mo akuma mo Surprise!!!!!

With too much time on your hands, Hey, let’s leave the smartphones behind Our eyes meet and the bell rings A surprise from an angel and devil!!!!!

Kimi ni muCHU❤ Sugoku muCHU❤ Furimuite yo Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah mabusenai koi no ESSENSU dake────……… Oshiete yo ne boku ni ♪ Kimi wo michau❤ Sugoku michau❤ Tokimeite yo Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah azayakana ai no ESSENSU dake────……… Moritsuketara amai niji ga kakaru

I’m crazy about you❤ So very crazy about you❤ Face my way Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah, only the essence of love which can’t be covered up────………   You’ll tell me what it is, won’t you ♪ I’ll make you charmed❤ So very charmed by me❤ Let your heart skip a beat for me Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah, only the vibrant essence of love────……… Once we dish it up, a sweet rainbow shall span over

「Kore kara hajimaru」nukumori wo shinjite? Namaiki demo, HAGU shichau ･*¨*･.֦♪ Tsurai ame wa mushiro hontou no mirai ga mieru tte SAIN janai?

Believe in this warmth that tells us, “It begins from here.” It’s cheeky of me, but I’m going to hug you･*¨*･.֦♪ Isn’t this bitter rain a sign that a real future is in sight?

Mou papa ni wa ienai yo Kono RESHIPI ni chakku shiyou Te to te awasete DOA wo aketara Tokimeki wagamama Labyrinth!!!

I can no longer tell my Papa Let’s fasten up this secret recipe Once we open up the door hand-in-hand, What awaits is an exciting, self-indulgent labyrinth!!!

PYUA ni muCHU❤ Kokoro muCHU❤ Aitai nda Sweet❤Love Kiss’in❤ Ah yureteiru kaze ni omoi wo nosete────………   Tsutaetai boku mo ♪ Kimi to C chau❤ Fui ni C chau❤ Doushite mo ne Sweet❤Love❤Kiss’in❤ Ah ichido kiri, mado ni nokoshita KUROBA────………   Kurikaereba namida, kirari hikaru

I’m purely crazy about you❤ My heart’s going crazy for you❤ I want to see you Sweet❤Love❤Kissin’❤ Ah, I place my feelings on the swaying winds────………   Wishing to deliver them to you ♪ I will do it with you❤ Unexpectedly do it with you❤ No matter what Sweet❤Love❤Kissin’❤ Ah, upon reminiscing over the clover left one time────………   By the window sill, the tears shine bright

「……Uun, umaku ikanai naa」 「……Demo daijoubu, kitto mitsukaru hazu da yo」 「Doushite?」 「Sonna ki ga suru kara, sore ja dame ka na?」 「Jyaa, shinjite miru」 「Kimi no ichiban ni naritai kara」 「Ore mo ganbaru ne!」

“...Hmm, things aren’t going too well.” “...But don’t worry, it’ll definitely be found.” “Why’s that?” “That’s just the feeling I get. Is that reason not good enough?” “Then I’m going to try to believe.” “Because I want to be your number one.” “I’m also going to work hard, okay!”

Futari fushigi to, senaka awasete Kanjita yokan wa Wonderful!!!!

By some miracle, the hunch we both sensed As we stood back-to-back was a wonderful one!!!!

Kimi ni muCHU❤ Sugoku muCHU❤ Furimuite yo Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah mabusenai koi no ESSENSU dake────………   Oshiete yo ne boku ni ♪ Kimi wo michau❤ Sugoku michau❤ Tokimeite yo Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah azayakana ai no ESSENSU dake────……… Moritsuketara amai niji ga kakaru

I’m crazy about you❤ So very crazy about you❤ Face my way Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah, only the essence of love which can’t be covered up────………   You’ll tell me what it is, won’t you ♪ I’ll make you charmed❤ So very charmed by me❤ Let your heart skip a beat for me Melty❤Love❤Cooking❤ Ah, only the vibrant essence of love────……… Once we dish it up, a sweet rainbow shall span over

Futari tokechau❤ Torori tokechau❤ Minna tokechau❤

Together, we’re melting❤ Oozing, melting❤ Everyone is melting❤

「Gochisousama deshita……」

“Thank you for the delicious meal...”

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[theaudioglow]

Underwater Club Thump in a Gay Egyptian Nightclub: The Sounds of Lady Gaga's Chromatica

Reading Time: One cold beer.

I crawled on hands and knees through pages of new releases to find that perfect first album to review AKA judge without mercy. Upon hearing that The Killers delayed what will surely be an epic sonic sheen of Brandon Flowers ejaculating charisma, I figured I would have to just go with something obscure and under-the-radar. And that’s exactly what led me to the new Lady Gaga album. Obscure and under-the-radar.

This is how we’re going to do this. Since The Audio Glow is so edgy and unique, we won’t listen to the album first, then craft a careful narrative around a central theme of thoughts. There will be no prior research. I’m simply going to douse my body in pink sequins and write what it evokes as I listen…

Sound good?

*A STAR IS BORN SPOILER* Now, let’s just hope by the end of this album, Bradley Cooper hasn’t hung himself again.

Headphones In. Commence Lady Gaga’s Chromatica.  

Track 1 – Chromatica I

Feel like I’m at the Oscars right now. So symphonic. Is this Lady Gaga on Ice? Climactic intro – this is Lady Gaga clearing her throat with an orchestra.

Track 2 – Alice

And we glide right into Alice. I already want to fall down a flight of European stairs into a basement club soaked in blue aura. Definitely a late 90s synth vibe creeping about here. This is like the 2020 version of Rhythm is a Dancer. That was honestly sheer power. Between her always declarative voice and the booming euro-synth – alright, what’s next, Gaga?

Track 3 – Stupid Love

Mmm love me some stupid love. As long as it doesn’t end in the pregnancy thing. Pulsating and urgent. Not my stupid love – the song. Sounds like the anthem that would play during the skate-off scene of a Disney middle school rollerblading competition movie: Oh no, there’s Zach watching from the bleachers in his Billabong shorts! And mom! And my always disapproving vanilla dad who showed up to see what this rollerblading dance thing is all about and is begrudgingly entertained!

I watched the Stupid Love video after hearing the album and the exact way to describe it is Mad Max: Fury Road meets Empire of the Sun. Really pretty generic for a Gaga joint.

Tell me Gaga and Luke Steele of Empire of the Sun don’t use the same eye paint artist.

Track 4 – Rain On Me (with Ariana Grande)

Two powerhouses on the same track. I wish I could ponder whether this song was an innocent take on the rejuvenating qualities of rain or a deluge of liquid innuendo, but the video’s been out for two weeks already. If you go by that, it’s about being able to cry in gothic glam outfits with a dance crew.

The beat is infectious – that’s what you get when you mix a Pop Overlord with the candy apple that is Ariana Grande. I appreciate the underwater swirls of euphoric resonance which ride under the track. Another reason why this song’s already a quarantine banger in your mom’s 2018 Kia Sportage with the bass turned up: the production is so tight. Obviously, with an album as obscure and indie lo-fi as a Gaga joint, I did not expect this level of gloss.

Track 5 – Free Woman

“I walk the downtown, hear my sound.” Nice line. Already loving that firm, strong beat with the currents of electricity reverberating off her voice. Notice all these songs so far are almost exactly three minutes. There were probably like, 27 producers working to cut these tracks just right (as would be typical of an indie garage pop album), but it’s noticeable how focused she is on pumping out straight dance snack tracks.

Unless I’m mistaken, Lady’s Gaga’s empowered yell of “I’m a free woman” leads me to believe this song is probably not about submitting to a man and cooking him casseroles.

Track 6 – Fun Tonight

This song is already primed to be the seventh song in a two-hour set in front of 70,000 fans with glowsticks. Sparser, simpler beat than some of the previous tracks. Leaning more into her pop element versus the euro/club vibes from the first few. What’s the theme here? Declarative. Power. Leaning into the night.

Track 7 – Chromatica II

The symphony has returned. The Lady Gaga lets the orchestra take over so she may chug a bottle of glitter water.

Track 8 – 911

Lady Gaga feeling dangerous. This beat is like seven women in leather stride confidently into the room and demand to see the DJ. On a serious note, this song is completely about Lady Gaga’s use of anti-psychotic medication and her battles against herself. Gaga’s been a moon goddess of the stage for what, 13 years now? She still effortlessly melds her struggle into dance tracks that sound like a dominatrix standing on top of a moving train. If I were a guy who had a site that was, say, into analyzing sounds and emotions, I’d observe that the power of her sound is her way of saying “I claim who I am through the sheer authority of these beats – I own myself”.

Track 9 – Plastic Doll

Ah, hell yes, Guh-ga. This beat is like a cryogenically frozen robot awakens and learns human emotion on the dance floor. Ironically, it sounds like a meta take on her own image as a caricature of a pop star. But it’s ambiguous if she’s talking about society judging her or a man. “No, I’m not your plastic doll.”

Track 10 – Sour Candy (with BLACKPINK)

Bringing in that freaky vibraphone. This is what I was waiting for, Gaga. Show me that freak stuff. I take that back – I came into this album with an open heart and clean mind…. No, I stand by it. I was looking forward to the freak stuff.

That vibraphone beat is what all dictators should listen to before making a bad decision. “Sir, don’t bomb that village – please listen to the Gaga first.” I guarantee more dictators doused in Gaga vibraphone glitter beats is better for the world.

Track 11 – Enigma

Opening with those subtle swirls of layered resonance. And her voice rises to that declaration of power again: “We could be lovers”. I know I’m heaping a lot of positive energy towards the album, but this song sounds like a generic euro-pop track. Thankfully for the Gaga, her voice carries and it will be fine for future mall background music.

Track 12 – Replay

Gotta praise those intro swirls of euphoric production for the 77th time. Just subtle ripples, and then they let the beat and Gaga carry the rest of the song. Just enough neon phosphorescence to classify the sound as Club over Pop. “Replay” and “911” have the heaviest Club thump-thump.

Track 13 – Chromatica III

It’s hard to commentate on a 27 second song, but…it drifts right into a song with Elton John. Like I said, no prior research! Of course, she needed a cinematic buildup into a duet with Elton John.   

Track 14 – Sine From Above (with Elton John)

Oh my goodness, that trance beat break-in at 1:27. I’m gonna keep laying in this song like a puddle of melty starglow, but definitely check out the lyrics. Appreciation is deserved.

Wow. Most powerful on the whole album. I must replay. I listen to August Burns Red in the shower and I’m putting a Gaga song on repeat. I so strongly empathize with songs about holding on to your life, especially one with beats that sound birthed from an underwater gay Egyptian nightclub.

So impressed.

Track 15 – 1000 Doves

Is there really anything else after Sine From Above? Having another powerhouse dance track is like trying to have sex again 15 seconds after having sex. No way this works.

Yeah, I’m spaced. Can we listen to Sine From Above again?

Track 16 – Babylon

Yes, jungle sounds! Please be more Gaga freak stuff. Okay, here we go. This is more of that Gaga-dancing-on-a-giant-pink-penis melded with a…saxophone? 90s dance-jungle-saxophone vibes. Last song on the album, and Gaga wanted to swag out with some dance fluff jungle-saxophone-Egyptian party vibes. I dig.

That’s it. Lady Gaga’s Chromatica. Yeah, I know it was a 1,400 word review – get off my back, peasant!

The Audio Glow’s rating for Chromatica: seven confident dominatrix women dancing in an underwater gay Egyptian nightclub….

that means it’s really good!

Artist Links:

Gaga’s Insta    

Gaga’s website

Upcoming Lady Gaga shows:

July 24th, 2020 — Paris July 30th, 2020 — London August 5th, 2020 — Boston August 9th, 2020 — Toronto August 14th, 2020 — Chicago August 19th, 2020 — New Jersey

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