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PAPARAZZI〜＊This Story is Fiction〜
Hey hey Dad Dad
For our Japanese language class homework
We have to write an essay
About our dad's job
We also have to present it in front of everyone
I really hate it but I'll do my best
Our teacher said they're looking forward to hearing us talk proudly about our dads
Is that so? You see, your dad's
job is a bit different than what's normal
In a broad sense, I provide amusement
to all the people in the world
Actors, musicians
Athletes and celebrities
Whether in front of their house or at their workplace
No matter the location, I stick to them
And observe that person's day-to-day life
That's the type of work I do
And then, if they do something bad
Or if something interesting happens
Without a moment's delay I turn that into an article
And inform everyone in the world about it
I have to have strength and perseverance
It's a very hard job
What are you prattling about
Secret photography, bugging, shadowing, and stakeouts
You just do whatever you please
Are you trying to pass down divine punishment
Your deceptive face is so obvious
No matter what it's just bad
What type of splendid life do you have
How dare you do the things you do
You all that violate ethics
You talk about adultery and impurity
Yet you're pliant when it comes to power of the state
You're quite accustomed to bullying the weak
Your dream as a kid
Surely wasn't this
You don't even want to know and there's no need
Despite that you do what you do with pride
Compared to how noisily you rush in on others
You sure run away pretty quietly
Your words are painted in cowardice
They're too shallow and sad
When 'Your Name.' came out as a big hit
Without delay those low-life things appeared
It's not like we just suddenly came from the countryside out of nowhere
We've been well-know for 14 years
For music from an oddball me
Our fans have waited
And we've built up the bonds with them one by one
We do arena tours every time
Are you an idiot? What is all of that then?
Even if I unwilling give you that much
To go all the way to my parent's home and hang around there
That's a bold direct hit
'Isn't it great that your son has become such a success over the past 10 years
How do you feel as his parents?'
Well how about asking your parents
Isn't your son great
To be brought up so safely and wonderfully
From morning time he hangs around in a car in front of average citizens' homes
Forcibly asking hateful things against other's wills
Taking pictures without permission
And then with the money earned from publishing them in magazines
To your son living like that today
Do you have anything to say? You don't, do you?
You can't possibly not have anything to say
Even if there isn't anything to say, your son still asks
Wringing them out and saying them
Dad is amazing
If Dad weren't around
There would be a lot of troubled people
As expected, you're cool Dad
I'll always be proud of you
But listen, in this world
There are people who make fun of your dad's job
There are people who despise me
However, your dad won't lose to them
I'll stick out my chest with pride and keep living
It's because there's a demand that I do what I do
I do my best for the sake of the people
who look forward to what I do
Yes yes having confidence in your job
There's nothing wrong with that
Boldly having pride today
And living that way is the best
If that's so, then when your cover is blown and the person faces your camera
Then boldly answer without running away
Don't pretend to be a couple just to sit next to me
Don't eavesdrop like a stalker
Distrusting other people, distrusting the news
To the point of becoming insane
Even then, you're laughing?
Nothing's being conveyed to you all
The TV that fans the flames and spreads the news is evil
Society that groups together and sinks their teeth into that news is evil
You do it because there's a demand?
That's amazing, it's like you're a god
For the mere sake of whatever you like
For the mere sake of society's amusement
The people who were obliterated
Have to keep on living, so
I'll do what I have to
You'll do disgraceful things
If you say it's not disgraceful
Then live without hiding or stealing
If you can't look me in the eye and talk to me
Then what do you mean you're boldly living?
Dad, I wrote it, I worked really hard
I'm looking forward to tomorrow's presentation
In front of everyone I'll proudly
Read it out in a loud voice
Thanks, really
You're my son that I can be proud of
Ah, about tomorrow
I haven't really had a break in a while
And I haven't been able to play with you so
How about going on a family trip
So it's okay if you don't go to school
We'll keep it a secret from the teachers
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2024.11.17.
The ballad of Charles IV
King Charles, with Bushek of Vilhart,
Sat down beside an oaken board.
Together many a cup they’d drunk
And many a hearty wassail roared.
“Come set out cups of gold, good page,”
In merry mood proclaims the king,
“And pour out wine—nay fuller yet,
Today, Bushek, thou’lt see a thing.”
“Hear me, Bushek, on these grapes
Last year our sun of home did shine.
Come, raise your glass and drink today
Of this, the first Bohemian wine.”
They drank—the king in fury spat.
“I called it wine? This bitter froth!
This killing stuff! It twists the mouth.”
And down he dashed his hand in wrath.
“I bring here vines from Burgundy,”
In rising anger spoke the king,
“And from Bohemia’s noble land
I see such bitter wormwood spring.
For sure I’d tartest aloes reap
If I should sweetest peaches sow,
And here, if one would roses plant,
Hollow mockery would grow.”
“Sure, but the folk are like the land.
If all the saints, to teach you, came,
(Should Czechs pay heed) be thankful, saints,
If blows at you they would not aim.
As well to thresh a sheaf of straw.
Try what I will—a day or two,
And all is turned about again.
Such rank return I have of you.”
Yet raised he to his lips the cup
And drank: his fine wide eyes now gave
A stealthy glance towards his friend:
Bushek sat silent as the grave.
And, but to find a thing to do,
He wet his lip the cup along
And to his palate pressed the wine,
And rolled it slowly round his tongue.
“Aye, wretched,” said the king, and quick
He helped himself to wine the while,
So quick, as barring argument,
But round his lips now played a smile.
“Shall I then die of thirst? By heaven
Thou’rt blind, good page. Dost thou not see
An empty glass before me lies?
And let thy measure generous be!”
“Come, Bushek, drink. Be no more sad!
Thy king’s wise words now savour.
My tongue discerning (as ’tis known)
Has found this wine’s own flavour.
It hath its own peculiar charm,
One needs must try, dear Bushek, see—
First harsh perhaps, yet sweeter then,
Its taste by now is come to me.”
“Why, see, my lord, just so our folk—
With temper strange and seeming rude—
Yet flowers in beauty all its own.”
Vilhart, at once in merry mood,
Thus suddenly his silence broke.
“Look close upon that folk, I pray,
And thou to them wilt press thy lips,
Nor ever take thy lips away.”
commented
2024.11.17.
Life Goes On
On which ship will you let me sail?
Which star will you choose to trust
While life
Goes on?
Which book will you tell me about?
With which hand will you reach out to touch me
While life
Goes on?
For which dream will you betray me?
Which side will you lean on
While life
Goes on?
This is our time
And it will go with the wind
We don’t know where
We don’t know how
It’s just a game
That lasts so little
It’s only love
And it breaks your heart
In which memory will you lock me away?
With which song will you sing me out
While life
Goes on?
This is our time
And it will go with the wind
We don’t know where
We don’t know how
It’s just a game
That lasts so little
It’s only love
And it breaks your heart
How many fears will you take away?
And how many doubts will you give me
While life
Goes on?
While life
Goes on?
2024.11.17.
Mountain Ballad
“Say what salve can close a wound
(Nanny, speak to me),
Heal and save from death a man
Wounded grievously?”
“To heal a mortal’s open wounds
In a body ailing,
The spring juice of the plantain herb
Is alone availing.”
“What is there can bring relief
(Nanny, speak to me),
When a head is hot with pain,
Throbbing ceaselessly?”
“To heal a head so feverish hot
Nothing else is good
Save the strawberry plant’s young leaves,
Gathered in the wood.”
From the cottage ran the child
Into the near-by field.
“Plantain herb, give me your juice,
That pain of man be healed.”
From field to woods through thorns, through briars,
Onwards ran the child.
“Give me of your tender leaves,
Blessed strawberry wild.”
She quickly gained what she had asked,
To church then sped away:
Jesus, stretched upon the cross,
Before the altar lay.
“See, I bathe Thy holy side,
Thy breast with ointment smear,
Thy dear wounds will heal again,
Jesu sweet, my dear.
Fresh leaves from the woods I lay
Upon Thy forehead sore,
The piercing fever’s heat shall burn
Thy dear head no more.”
The great bells on the church’s top
Their summons loud are pealing.
The people gather, strike their breasts,
Before the wonder kneeling.
What her childish dream had willed
By the grace of God fulfilled.
That village still an image keeps
Of the Saviour born.
There are no wounds upon His side,
Upon His brow no thorn.
On all His body lilies white
Shining, as at dawn.
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2024.11.17.
Summer is Ending
[Verse 1]
I turn off the television
Pick up my ink and quill
Writing words with blurry vision
‘Bout the shit that I can’t stand
Telling you I’ve fallen weak
Telling you ‘bout my defeat
Telling how I let you down
Voices scream from the radio
Rings loud from the telephone
Sorrow doesn’t sink with pints
I just lay there, sick and blind
Told me to go, leave all behind
But it tingles down my spine
Every moon’s a sleepless night
[Chorus]
I'm still awaiting the answer...
There lingers hope no more...
Summer will soon be over…
This...
[Verse 2]
They say the sun’s up in the sky
Blazing in the blue, so bright
In the radio, they claim:
The weather’s boiling in flames
Yet I’m sitting in the shades
Coldness swarms, warmth fades
Breezes wrapping ‘round me
Seasons come, seasons go
Million times you I owe
How’d I repay? I don’t know
I’m only hitting new lows
Life’s no more, so mundane
I sit by the remains
And feel the pour of autumn rain
[Chorus]
I'm still awaiting the answer...
There lingers hope no more...
Summer will soon be over…
This...
[Verse 3]
Been decades since the fall
Crumbled the brick walls tall
But now all that’s left to see
Is the withering poppy
In the jar by the window
From the restaurant long-gone
That flourished years ago
The clock keeps ticking on
With the ripples of the pond
Year by year into the wind
Away the dried leaves blow
I toss and flip the coin
Always landing on the tails
But one day, we might prevail
[Chorus]
I'm still awaiting the answer...
There lingers hope no more...
Summer will soon be over…
This...
[Outro]
(I'm still awaiting the answer...)
(Summer comes to an end…)
(I’m awaiting the answer….)
(Summer will soon be over…)
(This...)
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