After the Storm - MuniQ 07/Jun/2026

The typhoon has finally passed, so it’s back to MUni today. The trail is full of fallen trees, fresh green leaves, and broken branches — the forest really took a hit. I’m riding and doing a bit of trail cleanup along the way, clearing what I can as I go. It’s a mix of MUni and maintenance today, weaving through the storm’s leftovers while giving the trail a little care. And about today’s BGM… I made it while thinking of The Offspring, and now it sounds so much like them that it’s basically a parody of myself. Stop saying it sounds like The Offspring... — I know... The worst part is, I can’t even tell which Offspring song it’s accidentally copying. #mountainunicycle #fail #unicycle #trailriding #hxvoc #synthesizerv #synthesizervオリジナル曲 #ボカロ #originalsong [Lyrics] Morning anchors smiling like they've got the cure, Talkin' threats in neon, ratings up for sure. Generals in suits with their shiny little pins, Promise us protection while they sell us all the sins. My shins are bloody'n'muddy from singletracks, love to shock, And we're trying to keep our balance as the whole world rocks, Spin the wheel, place your bet, watch the headlines glow, I'm keeping center on the chaos like a unicycle in a flow. Tick-tock, tick-tock, last call for Armageddon, Blow it up for clicks and call it some kind of weapon. Tick-tock, tick-tock, sirens in stereo, We're dancing on a fuse, dropping into a rocky roll. Draft notices mailed on glossy corporate paper, Politicians pray to profits, then they pray to vapor. Bombs named like fragrances, "Courage," "Liberty," and Gold, We export chaos overseas and import lies back home. Propaganda DJs on a government-funded feed, Trying to steer our minds like forced off-line by greed. They teach our kids the anthem but they never teach the cause, Wobbling through their stories like a one-wheel dodging hidden claws. Tick-tock, tick-tock, last call for Armageddon, Blow it up for clicks and call it some kind of weapon. Tick-tock, tick-tock, sirens in stereo, We're dancing on a fuse, dropping into a rocky roll. Turn your amplifier up, drown out the scripted lies, Smash the teleprompter, shout until the system cries. No war for the people, it's a war for their resume, So pack your boots with flyers, take the streets and stay. We're not just casualties on somebody else's chart- Drop in like riders, stubborn with anarchy in our hearts. Sirens wail, the dollars spill, neon crosses burn, They'll raise their flags and say "for freedom"-when will we learn? If peace is punk, then crank it up-let fury find a song, We'll ride the broken landscape till the countdown's long gone. Tick-tock, tick-tock, last call for Armageddon, Blow it up for clicks and call it some kind of weapon. Tick-tock, tick-tock, sirens in stereo, We're dancing on a fuse, dropping into a rocky roll. So light a match of anger, not the fuse that ends us all, We'll laugh in the fallout shelter and graffiti the cold wall. Last call rang loud-guess it's up to us to choose, Muni in the ruins, finding balance we refuse to lose.