Thank you for this! Such a great trip down memory lane. I got into Utena when I was 15 and I still remember the lyrics to almost every duel song even now, at 40! lol Hope you upload the rest someday. The final season had some real bangers.
Wasn't he called a "bastard dog" after killing gambino by the mercenaries which cemented the beginnings of his idea of evil as a dog but it was casca the one that made guts ciment that
Who’s the producer :,( I swear there’s an IA song out there I’ve been dying to find and I think their style is the closest to the specific song I’m thinking of
Incandescent darkness and birthed puppets are named, anthropoperipherism. Pulling the strings of the world is a single existence for the others, an imaginary puppet-craft. Subzero darkness and birthed creatures correlated, anthropoperipherism. On the natural stage are the units of existence comprised of an imaginary creature-craft. Words are born, the encounter, then a hesitation knowledge is born, the encounter, then a void. Oh, where am I, when am I, Spell, incantation, mystery, prayer, myself. Stage destiny magic mirror. Full moon, mysterious and transmutable, I'm an imaginary living body come to its end. Full moon, mysterious and transmutable, I'm an imaginary destined body come to its end. Seeking time, without rest, living on, a speleomorph. Seeking land, armless, legless, still existing I am, transparent, intangible, a faint sigh,
Vanish! Fade away! Melt away! Get out of my sight! Any and all people! Vanish! Fade away! Melt away! Get out of my sight! The instant imposters betrayed by wishes, avenged by hope, periods like this are tedious. I will run away, everyone, disappear! Even now there's nothing that I want! Straddling an unmmaned sidecar, daydream journey of three thousand leagues. Subway, freeway, runway, I'm going! At a hundred kilometers per hour, a hero, a swift wind, a fugitive.
A philosophical existence the domain of mainstream magic's Grand Guignol an anxious sigh, a grieving sigh, a pleasured sigh. I gather my breath, store up my breath through a magnifying glass: heavy sighs and normal sighs and anxious sighs and grieving sighs pleasured sighs and heavy sighs and normal sighs and anxious sighs and grieving sighs pleasured sighs and ha ha ha! Energy does not exist, in any form! Useless energy does not exist at all! Ubermensch: mechanism drawing breath, Ubermensch: flesh model of humanity. Ubermensch: analysis of endless layers, Ubermensch: transcendent synthesis. Ah, ah! Celestial revolution, Ah, ah! Existence composition. The birth of a new species? Or the limit of human potential? Everywhere, clocks are ticking, even here, my heart is pounding, a hammer that strikes time: bam! bam! bam! bam! I, the time traveler, will open the door.
Twin relationships are the capricious, heartless lies of desires propagating endlessly in the interval between two mirrors. Ah, people are nothing Ah, within the darkness Ah, the sound of the waves. Even light casts shadows, making a pair out of me and me. Isolation outbreak, that's the reason making a pair out of me and me. Twins, twins by duty, scheming twins, absent twins, Since we see the invisible, the contrived world rises to the surface. Amusement apparatus and optical illusions, then contrived world rises to the surface. Earth is a contrivance of personalities Earth is a toybox of personalities Earth is a department store of personalities Earth is an exhibition of personalities. Earth is a museum of personalities Earth is a curio box of personalities. Earth is...
Time Machine to the past, to the future, whoosh, zip, zoom! Time Machine My childhood when I was so adorable. Making a lotus carpet, playing with dolls, a mysterious charm, fi, fi! Candy I wore a beautiful kimono Children's Festival Oh, my dream machine Flowerstorm To the faraway ancient me, ten, two, one, zero! Take off! Time Machine to the past, to the future, whoosh, zip, zoom! Time Machine to the time of all my dreams and wishes. Hair tied back, toting a box lunch, a mysterious charm, fi, fi! Amusement parks Surprise, surprise! These are all my soul. Oh, my dream machine, dreamstorm to the faraway ancient me, ten, two, one, zero! Take off!
They can be divine spirits, they can be evil spirits. Ah, even if Heaven's vapors were brought here secret thoughts can also be virtue! They can also be vice! Ah, even if Hell's bewitching atmosphere were carried here, as long as such suspicious forms do come, they shall have a dialogue! On a moonlit night already severely cold, might a spirit leave its body! A mystery beyond the ken of humans and humanity, dwarfed by their Creator, is made to tremble in fear at the sight!
No one has anything to tell, there is nothing to be told. Only in the sealed darkness known as yesterday, only in the glint of a mere split-second known as now, only in the darkness waiting for the light known as tomorrow, in the theater. I can become anyone, I can become anything. Only in the sealed darkness known as memory, only in the glint of a mere split-second of creation, only in the darkness waiting for the light known as tomorrow, in the theater. Ah, dance! Ancient continental theatre of the actors who wore the mask of Time. Ah, dance! Admiration of you that come from the Milky Way railroad, three of the Seven Ancient Worlds. Like a star, like a firefly, shining during birth, we'll shine and disappear. All of us will be born, then disappear, shining during birth, now shine and disappear! Be born and disappear! I, the jewel, shining during birth, I shone and then disappeared. Born, then disappeared, the star that is me. The Evening Star, the Ego Star, shine and disappear, Firefly Star!
Unwritten seal spell, iron mask of misfortune. Blue skies, sea, then the wind blows, Grassland, rabbits, even the river flows. Time, the era does not change, time, the era is something existent and nonexistent. Man is described by the blood of make-believe. Man also drowns in a flood of lessons. All the word handed down is that a man is a man without change! In the daytime I can see it, in the nightime I cannot. I the nifhttime I can see it, in the daytime I cannot. Anagram. Those puzzle words, those masks of words the source of which is... dich!
Beginning of the Earth, stage props, the Laplace nebula, Spectatorism. Unchanging illusion, mystery solving clock, baby carriage of the edge of immortality. My eternal self, the eternal stranger. Two relations, two births, scales of mystery, human constellation. Time is hypothetical, an illusional prop of the beginnings of birth. Destiny, choice, goodbye-ism you and I are the Milky Way. Having no past, only the present, having no future, a single person in the Cosmic Theatre. That's me! Wait! My last evolution, revolution, everlution!
@@yisusarguedas2120 Of course it's canon. All those events still occurred. If you need proof, Utena wears the jumper Anthy knitted in the Cowbell of Happiness episode 16 during the Black Rose arc in episode 37.
Nature's light, mosaic light, child of dawn, Angel Lucifer. Apocalyptic light, Michael's light, child of darkness, androgynous. Fire's light, heavenly light hyerarchia of the heavens. Illusory light, eternal light, phantasmic deception, capricious birth. Nyx, Erebus, Uranus, Thanatos. Shining bodies, all of them spherical, gynous, just as if born with every miracle, gynous. The pleasure principle, the Nirvana principle, Death's inevitability, dubbed "the light", without having to have lived, a phenomenon of moving life, In the cerebral universe, shape of floating life. Glory, ephemery, hope of eternity! Incomplete returning to the primitive beginnings. Male/female, positive/negative, the two of me, Up/dow, left/right, the two of me, front/back, heaven/earth, the two of me, angel and devil, the two of me. The center is hollow.
Theatre, gifted spirits, a collective phenomenon. Theatre, gifted characters, a phantasmic reality. Operating table, a shipwreck, pure drama, Spira Mirabilis. Still spiraling, transforming, in the vortex Spira Mirabilis in Scipio's dream. The theatre illusory spirits, movement of immortality. The theatre, illusory characters, structure of immortality. Ammonite, alchemy, scarab Spira Mirabilis. Dying just to live once more, Spira Mirabilis in the vortex of miracles. My my my my, my my my my. Never-ending theatre on the geometric stage of life and the mystery of death exeunt, all! Death rebirth, death rebirth.
Astrologic eras, primeval oceans, erosion and sediment, three billion years, genesis of life, geologic eras, Cambrian, Ordovician, Silurian, Devonian, Stromatolite, Bacteria, collenia, Triassic, Jurassic, Cretaceous. Lycopsida, selaginella, pleuromeia, Caytonia, bennetites, ammonite. Oceanic Rose, Oceanic Lily, Oceanic Apple, Oceanic flower buds, Oceanic Angel, Oceanic Mirror, Oceanic Gate, Oceanic Haze Carboniferous, Permian, Paleozoic. The Oceanic You, The Oceanic Me, are the Paleozoic within the body. Continuing to live, continuing to die, the Paleozoic telling the story Just like the whale, just like the dolphin. Just like the seal, I go to the bottom of the sea, the oceanic me. At the bottom of the sea, a grand history, to the bottom of the sea, where I will be me.
When, where, who, which. The flowing of blood from the cage of memory. The cradle of a thousand years of bliss, And I, an actor cast eternally as the Sphinx in the desert winter, Phinx. Now you know the sadness of the stillborn flesh. And I, a holy actor, cast eternally as a dark shining Margineaux, cast into Hell. Glow! Burn! Cool down, and sing! Born in this world, born in an instant, born all over again.
The absolute destiny: apocalypse. Birth records, baptismal registry, death records. The absolute destiny: apocalypse. My birth, absolute birth, apocalypse. A wet nurse and a midwife in a dark desert, a gold gilded Shangri-La. Day and night turning in on each other, a time-gilded lost paradise. Darkness over Sodom, darkness in the light, Darkness over yonder darkness never ending. The absolute destiny: apocalypse. The absolute destiny: apocalyptic darkness.
Ancient times, perfection, solitude in the desert. Air, atoms, the planet of casuality. Yes, a native child is conceived, the embryo of philosophy. Egg, perfection, the origin in the nest. Stamen, pistil, one seed. Yes, a native child grows, the child of philosophy. And Lunar Heaven, Mercurial Heaven, Venusian Heaven, Solar Heaven, Martial Heaven, Jovian Heaven, Saturnian Heaven, Sideral Heaven, Motive Heaven, further circular infinity without end. A kind of organic engine A kind of perpetual motion device Ah, lost motion, It's a lost motion.
Oh, the pity! Although the aged man put all his strength into his skillful sword, how pathetic his skill is in his age. He misses his target, sword swishing through the air, staggers and falls, oh, that old man. Troy's castle tower and the burning summit was rent asunder, with a thunderclap Piras was deafened temporarily. Witness! The white-haired old man holds his sword up in the sky, Piras standeth petrified. Piras soon regains his hostility and brings his blood-stained, dripping blade, down upon the aged king.
