์ด ๋ฌธ์„œ์˜ ์›๋ณธ์€ ์™ธ๋ถ€ ์œ„ํ‚ค์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
Tarantula
๊ฐ€์ˆ˜
์ž‘๊ณก๊ฐ€
์ž‘์‚ฌ๊ฐ€
์ผ๋Ÿฌ์ŠคํŠธ๋ ˆ์ดํ„ฐ
Lancha
์˜์ƒ ์ œ์ž‘
Oka
ํŽ˜์ด์ง€
ํˆฌ๊ณ ์ผ
2013๋…„ 5์›” 28์ผ
2013๋…„ 5์›” 29์ผ
๋‹ฌ์„ฑ ๊ธฐ๋ก

1. ๊ฐœ์š”2. ์˜์ƒ3. ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ4. ๋ฐ”๊นฅ๊ณ ๋ฆฌ

1. ๊ฐœ์š”[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Eat up what you fear and become fear itself.
๋‘๋ ค์›Œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋จน์–ด์น˜์šฐ๊ณ  ๋‘๋ ค์›€ ๊ทธ ์ž์ฒด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์–ด๋ผ.
Tarantula๋Š” ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ ๊ทธ๋ฃน Mili์˜ ์ผ์›์ธ momocashew(๋ชจ๋ชจ์นด์Šˆ)๊ฐ€ 2013๋…„ 5์›” 28์ผ์— ์œ ํŠœ๋ธŒ์— ํˆฌ๊ณ ํ•œ OLIVER์˜ VOCALOID ์˜ค๋ฆฌ์ง€๋„ ๊ณก์ด๋‹ค. ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์ŠคํŠธ๋Š” Lancha, ์˜์ƒ์€ Oka๊ฐ€ ๋งก์•˜๋‹ค.

Tarantula๋Š” OLIVER์˜ ์˜ค๋ฆฌ์ง€๋„ ๊ณก๋“ค ์ค‘์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋งŽ์€ ์ธ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์–ป์€ ๊ณก์ด๋ฉฐ OLIVER์˜ ๊ณก์ค‘์—์„œ ์œ ์ผํ•˜๊ฒŒ VOCALOID ์ „๋‹น์ž…์„ฑ์„ ๋‹ฌ์„ฑํ•œ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์ด๋‹ค.

MP3์™€ ์˜คํ”„ ๋ณด์ปฌ, VSQx์˜ ํŒŒ์ผ์„ ๋ฐฐํฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฐฐํฌ ๋งํฌ๋Š” ์œ ํŠœ๋ธŒ ์˜์ƒ ์ฝ”๋ฉ˜ํŠธ์— ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ ์•„๋ž˜ ์ฐธ์กฐ.

2. ์˜์ƒ[ํŽธ์ง‘]

  • ์œ ํŠœ๋ธŒ
  • ๋‹ˆ์ฝ”๋‹ˆ์ฝ” ๋™ํ™”
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3. ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Silently
์กฐ์šฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ
You creep along the tangent to my tongue
๋„ˆ๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ด์˜ฌ๋ผ์„œ ๋‚ด ํ˜€์— ๋‹ฟ๊ณ  ๋ง์•„
Begone
๊ฐ€๋ฒ„๋ ค
Your tracks tingle and force me to scratch
๋„ˆ์˜ ์ž๊ตญ์€ ๋”ฐ๊ฐ‘๊ณ  ๋‚  ๊ธ๋„๋ก ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด
Don't look back
๋’ค๋Š” ๋Œ์•„๋ณด์ง€ ๋งˆ
Your thatch bends to the shape of my wavelength
๋„ˆ์˜ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ํ„ธ๋“ค์€ ๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๊ณ ๋ฐฉ์‹์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์˜ค์ง€
Sensation
๊ฐ๊ฐ
My nerves detach and burst into climax
๋‚ด ์‹ ๊ฒฝ์€ ๋ถ„๋ฆฌ๋˜๊ณ  ์ ˆ์ •์œผ๋กœ ๋‚œ์ž…ํ•ด
My senses collapse
๋‚˜์˜ ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌด๋„ˆ์ ธ๊ฐ€
Consciences dispatch
์–‘์‹ฌ์€ ์ฃฝ์–ด ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณ 
Gone with your touch
๋„ˆ์˜ ์†๊ธธ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ์–ด


Imagination
์ƒ์ƒ๏ผป์ฐฉ๊ฐ๏ผฝ
Misconception
์˜คํ•ด
Fabrication
์œ„์กฐ
Self-deception
์ž๊ธฐ๊ธฐ๋งŒ
Desolation
๋ถ•๊ดด
Indigestion
์†Œํ™” ๋ถˆ๋Ÿ‰
Suppuration
(์ƒ์ฒ˜๊ฐ€)๊ณช์Œ
Decomposition
๋ถ€ํŒจ


With a crunch
๋ฒ ์–ด ๋ฌผ์—ˆ์„ ๋•Œ
Blue juices ooze out
ํŒŒ๋ž€์ƒ‰ ์ฆ™์ด ํ˜๋Ÿฌ ๋‚˜์™€
Your muscles stimulate my taste buds
๋„ˆ์˜ ๋ชธ์€ ๋‚ด ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์„ ์ž๊ทนํ•˜๊ณ 
The flavors amass
๋ง›์€ ์ถ•์ ๋ผ
My visions start to clash
๋‚ด ํ™˜์ƒ์€ ์ถฉ๋Œํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด
I've conquered you at last
๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ์ •๋ณตํ–ˆ์–ด
Sickening molts unwrap buds
์—ญ๊ฒจ์šด ํƒˆํ”ผ๋Š” ์‹น์„ ํ‹”์›Œ
Thought circuits start to lag
์‚ฌ๊ณ ํšŒ๋กœ๋Š” ๋’ค์ณ์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๊ณ 
Everything leaves me nauseous
๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฑด ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์—ญ๊ฒจ์›€๋งŒ์„ ๋‚จ๊ธฐ์ง€
But I've conquered you at last
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚œ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋„ ์ •๋ณตํ–ˆ์–ด

4. ๋ฐ”๊นฅ๊ณ ๋ฆฌ[ํŽธ์ง‘]