A keresés eredménye

Did you see it?

Do you see it?1
 
A real cursed footage
Plays in a corner of my memories
Every time I think of it, it's like a replay
I loathe that person's face
 
Ah, right, you're haunted by a love from the past
Is it really like that? Isn't the ghost of your memories
Looking at you with kind eyes?
 
Everybody regrets the past
Sometimes we even feel that loving is a sin
But we can forgive each other too
Don't be afraid, more importantly,
I love you,
 
Do you see it?
 
A real cursed footage
Is still playing in my mind
Every time it plays, I loathe seeing
That person by my side, laughing
 
Ah, you're possessed by those days gone by
Is it really like that? Isn't the apparition of your memories
Bidding you farewell?
 
Everybody fears the future
We wish to go back in time to start over
But the time is now and there's only now
Don't be sad, and by the way,
I love you
 
Ah, right, you're haunted by a love from the past
Is it really like that? Isn't the ghost of your memories
Looking at you with kind eyes?
 
Everybody regrets the past
Sometimes we even feel that loving is a sin
But we can forgive each other too
Don't be afraid, more importantly,
I love you,
 
Did you see it?
 

• 1. A common cliché in supposed haunted photos/footage TV programmes, where this phrase often appears on screen before the audience is shown a replay of the footage. The literal meaning is closer to something like 'did you understand that'/'did you catch that', but I also wanted to keep the television theme. Therefore, the narrator is asking their love interest if they understand that the narrator loves them.

Paris, City Of Romance

We're here! Oh, in Paris
The ghost of my lover and I
Darling, the place you longed to see
This is Paris,
City of romance
Let's take a souvenir picture,
Before the Eiffel Tower
 
Oi you Parisians,
Don't stare funny like that
Standing next to me
Is an ectoplasmic person
Such a gorgeous lady,
Can't you see?
Paris, city of romance
City of romance and dreams
Over there's the Arc de Triomphe
 
We go to Paris, the ghost of her and I
Champs-Élysées avenue,
The pathway of romance
We go to Paris, the ghost of her and I
French kiss
Paris, city of romance
City of romance and dreams
Let's go ride the Métro
 
We go to Paris, the ghost of her and I
Champs-Élysées avenue,
The pathway of romance
We go to Paris, my lost dreams and I
Café au lait
We go to Paris, the ghost of her and I
And soon I'll be gone too
Gone with the current of the Seine
Que será, será
Paris
 

Dancing Failures

Singing silly songs
If I do say so myself, I'm a bit popular
But the masked man in my heart
Is always shouting at me from the lighthouse
 
'Don't be arrogant,
I'll tell you what you really think'
This world so rampant with failures
Should be detonated with dynamite!
(3 2 1 0!)
 
Useless useless useless useless humans
Useless! Humans, humans
 
Maybe I should ask the Ouija?
Can I become a seagull someday?
But if I can't be a seagull
I'm fine with being a silent statue
 
'Have you gone mad?
I'll give you a piece of your own mind'
This world so rampant with failures
Should be sunk with a torpedo!
(3 2 1 0!)
 
Useless useless useless useless humans
Useless! Humans, humans
 
Like a dream...
 
'Is this really the time to dance?!
I'll tell you what you really think'
Even if this world is burnt to ashes
I, the worst failure of them all, still remain!
(3 2 1 0!)
 
Useless useless useless useless humans
Useless! Humans, humans
 
Oh, the foolishness of living as a failure
I want to let every single person know of it
And then, I shall create the kingdom of useless humans
I'll be the king, and all of you shall be servants
 
Useless!
 
(And despite it all, there's no choice but to live!)
 

The World Of Poet Aum

'A long, long time ago'
 
A poet who hated the world
Lived deep in the woods
For a girl who died young
He wrote verses
 
Those words flew in the wind
Out of the woods, falling in the town
Turning into a flutter of butterflies
 
The flutter of butterflies
Covered the sky In a purple colour
Every person who was touched by the purple
Lost their minds
The frightened people banished the poet
Leaving the woods, the poet went to the sea
And got on a boat
 
Aum (Aum)
With my eyebrows shaved off
Aum (Aum)
Without rest on a crescent moon night
Aum (Aum)
I'll write a poem
Aum (Aum)
A poem about my hatred for the world
 
'The poet washed ashore in a small island
A dog, a cat, a bat, and a clown
Welcomed him
 
'I hate everything in this world
I hate, hate it so much
I want to set what's left of everything
on fire with my words
Please help me out'
 
But, the frightened clown secretly reported this
And the poet was shot dead by police
 
That night, the dog barked, 'woof woof'
The cat meowed, 'meow meow'
And the bat was silent
There was nothing left to say'
 
But those words flew in the wind
Reaching several towns
Turning into flutters of butterflies
 
Aum (Aum)
The poet's body
Aum (Aum)
Crossed the ocean to a northern country
Aum (Aum)
By a fisherman of that country
Aum (Aum)
The poet was respectfully buried.
 

M, the Worker

Diamonds are only stones
10,000 yen bills are only paper
Ammonites are only shells
Humans are like ant lions
Go to work!1 Go to work! ...
 
A great man's words are only lies
Hot tears are only water
The king has donkey ears
Humans are like sea-monkeys
Go to work! Go to work! ...
 
Aristotle is only a person
Arthur Rimbaud is also only a person
Even Nietzsche is only a person
Humans are like mitochondria!
Go to work! Go to work! ...
 
Go to work - you're always working
That's right, go to work - work until you die
There's an aurora burning in Beijing
But that has nothing to do with your life! So
Go to work! Go to work! ...
 
'Ladies and gentlemen, do you have a dream?!
If you do, then work! It's all about hard work!'
'With all due respect, mister!
Can dreams really be achieved through hard work?
Can it bring back my dead lover?
Can Japan become India?2
The king's ears are donkey ears, aren't they!?'
 
Diamonds are only stones
10,000 yen bills are only paper
Ammonites are only shells
What the hell are humans then!?
Go to work! Go to work! ...
 

• 1. Lit: Work, the imperative verb. I thought 'go to work' seemed to be a better fit.
• 2. A reference to their other song, '日本印度化計画' = 'The plan to turn Japan into India'.