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Yesman

Do I want to forget everything? Do I want to doubt everything now?
Maybe it’s all something summoned by the rust that left your body.
It reached the marrow of my bones, and even the imminent darkness.
As I expected, I’m totally soaked in a swamp formed from bragging of my misfortune. 1
(Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!)
 
I hide my unyielding scorn.
The peated malt of honest opinions is all sold out.
I hide my casual abstinence.
Maybe I should just keep dancing.
 
“Society is mostly savage.
All they do is pass their nights trembling in fear.
I want to live averagely.
Isn’t that wonderful?”
“How absurd!”
 
Undead, undead! Right next to you,
Undead, undead! Dancing with the demons.
Undead, undead! This funny day was spoiled.
I’m an introvert, just dancing along.
 
Undead, undead! Right next to you,
Undead, undead! Dancing to their heart’s content.
Undead, undead! Subtleties are all lumped together in the spoils.
I’m an introvert, just waiting.
 
I let off a brutish, scornful laugh. And thus,
the peated malt of honest opinions remains on the shelf.
How long will I bear this disease of dissatisfaction?
Maybe I should just stop moving.
 
Yeah, face the things you hate
and tell them you hate them without any euphemisms.
You could say that and you’re still just a kid. How amazing!
Well, it’s not like I was motivated from the start.
There’s no reason for me to turn back now, huh?
I was caught in my own trap.
 
“Maybe there’s no great difference between ordinary and extraordinary people.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. Just nod your head.
I want to live fair and square.
Do you understand?”
 
And right then—
Undead, undead! Right next to you,
Undead, undead! Dancing with the demons.
Undead, undead! They’re showing off.
I’m an introvert, just dancing along.
 
Undead, undead! Right next to you,
Undead, undead! Dancing ‘till dawn.
Undead, undead! Don’t rock the boat.
I’m an introvert, just playing my part.
 
That day, long ago, I stuck something on your face.
It was a picture titled “disappointment.”
It won’t come off.
For some reason, by the time I noticed it
I had become a worthless critic: an adult.
Encircled and seen through—those aren’t my ideals.
It’s in my mind, that’s all. I’m not alone.
I try to sleep. I want to drop the curtain.
 
Undead, undead! Right next to you,
Undead, undead! Dancing with the demons.
Undead, undead! Just like always
I’m an introvert, just dancing.
 
Singin’, singin’, I’ll beg ‘till I die. 2
Singin’, singin’, I want to perish with you.
Singin’, singin’, come on, fall down here.
For an introvert, just waiting
this is the finest life!
 
Are you satisfied with this, o customer?
 

• 1. 沼 (numa – swamp) is an internet slang term. One of its meanings is a situation where you’re totally immersed in something (like games or anime).
• 2. 呻吟 (shingin) literally means “groaning”, but “singin'” is written in the video so it was used as the translation (similar to how “undead” is used for 屍人, ‘shinin’).

Anna no Musica

It’s a staring contest, a staring contest.
A chewed-up brain x ironism.
I forget, I forget.
Hesitant thoughts x organism.
 
It’s a staring contest, a staring contest.
Cheap ideals and exquisite rhythm.
I forget, I forget.
No way, I refuse, overruled! The measurements are incompetent.
 
She was wearing red that day
just like going to kill him
Suddenly the child called a phenomenon died
They’re birds of a feather
 
It’s a staring contest, a staring contest.
Truth be told, the last waltz grows degenerate.
I forget, I forget.
Tari rattatta, go mad and dance!
 
It’s endless. Even bundled up
this swelling feeling of surrender is melancholy.
Using your excess flab as a dummy… how old are you again, dear customer?
I know that what’s normal has long since become banal, but I’m in deep trouble.
I’m a good-for-nothing cyborg.
 
It’s a staring contest, a staring contest.
Vanished anguish x gianism.
I forget, I forget.
Did you get a haircut? Theory x optimism.
 
It’s a staring contest, a staring contest.
I’m bound by excessive hopes.
I forget, I forget.
An instant successful bid. Mega profits. Self-interest.
 
Even if I’ve lost my senses, and even if I’m hideous,
the finder I pay is ecstatic.
Polish it and it shines, dust it and it gets cloudy. Are you delighted, dear customer?
Fads have long since become shams. The lawless areas have become prairies.
I’m a cyborg showing signs of likes and dislikes.
 
The narrator scorns the warhead
that karma pierced and stuck to. How excellent.
Isn’t it the best to have your actions turn on you then indulge in sophistry, o customer?
I’ve noticed that my real feelings are none of your concern, but I’m in deep trouble.
The cherished human sets a bad example.
 
Polish it and it shines, dust it and it gets cloudy. I’m fed up. The big-talkers are promoted.
Please, please, please, please!
Please get out, dear customer.
I’m a human with the lowest
the lowest
the lowest-class likes and dislikes.
 

Kilmer

In a secluded room, the girl once moved unconsciously.
She inhaled a madness that painfully flooded forth.
In a ghastly scene of carnage, she wears not a thread.
She digests, takes, and acquires agony.
 
She concealed herself, distant from the vulgar ones.
The virgin maiden had prepared her pretences and thick makeup.
The masses, the indiscriminate and thoughtless, have their eyes on her.
They indulge, select and extract.
 
Foresight is in a slump.
The ones who appeal are worthless hooligans.
Strong emotions flicker in drunkenness.
They snatch her away, leave, and sneer.
 
I’m at rock bottom now, so I want to wallow in grief.
A convenient heaven’s net doesn’t exist.
It’s established. Slavery, slavery…
Okay, okay. This is fate.
The obstinate fools spit those words out.
There’s no love there. Is there no love?
She was screaming. The velvet rope was torn.
 
In the night, she walked unsteadily while grieving.
She understood that there was no salvation.
It seems like she’s reached enlightenment.
It’s like a fairy tale. After all, the audience
is having fun, I’m sure. How noisy.
“Until this fever burns out, I can’t do anything, so I’ll watch over you!”
 
There are no drugs that can be administered to horses and deer 1
that do not fear restraint or poison fangs.
 
She slips through a crowd making a fiery racket.
Words and deeds are released dispassionately.
There’s no saving them.
Hellfire bloomed in her dry eyes.
Yes. Farewell…
 
I’m at rock bottom now, so I want to wallow in grief.
A convenient heaven’s net doesn’t exist.
It’s established. Slavery, slavery…
There’s no safety plan. You want to break free
from this hell, don’t you?
There’s no love here. There’s no love.
The girl who wished for that danced.
 
I’ll make you say “I can’t do anything about it”
at least once more.
Don’t see through my negligent impulses.
Careless. The lawless hooligan
drowns in cranberry.
Okay, okay, nothing’s wrong.
The girl spat those words out.
So, there’s no love. No love at all.
She realises and sings “I’ll sever the velvet rope!” 2
 
The velvet rope won’t come back.
 

• 1. 馬 (ba, horse) and 鹿 (ka, deer) are written separately here, but together they form 馬鹿 (baka, idiot).
• 2. The alternative version of this line is:
  謳って嗤う 断ち切るわベルベットロープ
  utatte warau tachikiru wa berubetto roopu
  She chants and sneers “I’ll sever the velvet rope!”

A Woman's Crazving Song

After collecting soon I give up
The necklase from the shells on the rocky shore
Since it is destined to be broken to pieces
I only tried playing with the waves
Only tried
 
Floating and flowing but eventually sink
The red leaves on the water surface decorate my chest
Since they are destined to rot in the end
I only tried to reflect the sky
Only tried
 
Picking flowers and decorating they wont last a single night
A fruitless golden rose to decorate my hair
Since it is destined to wilt in the end
I only tried to play in the wind
Only tried
 

Saturday Night Question

Worn out by the pain that remained,
my heart bended and got strained.
Its thread wasn't that thick.
 
Being unsuccessful at avoiding doubt and precaution,
I sometimes hide wood in the forest,
and doing that, I've grown tired of apologizing to myself.
 
Taking off a nonexistent mask,
the Saturday night starts to move another step ahead.
 
Dreams and lights guide me while illuminating the future with vivid light.
I want to touch them so I can track them.
 
I'm overcoming these irritating, painful, unstable nights while embracing them
until the next door opens wide.
 
Can I really do 'complete revocation'?
I checked for an echo clapping my hands.
If I listen carefully, I'm able to hear one faintly.
 
Once a chance I can make all mine arrives,
pardon me for leaving, I'll see you later.
I wonder if feigning strength like that is a fruitless effort.
 
What do I want to do? I'm trapped here.
No matter how much time elapses, I can't solve this qu-qu-question.
 
Searching for words that were starting to be forgotten and broken pieces of a scattered puzzle,
I want to complete it without miss.
 
That shall be my answer to those times that won't return and a small past I made up
if the next door has opened wide.
 
Taking off a nonexistent mask,
if I can solve this qu-qu-question with just a bit more time, the Saturday night will start to move on.
 
Dreams and lights guide me while illuminating the future with vivid light.
I want to touch them so I can track them.
 
I'm overcoming these irritating, painful, unstable nights while embracing them
until the next door opens wide.
If the next has opened wide.
 

Zoned Out

Being in the exact amount, as much as we can
A life hiding in my life, we hide a thousand feeling in one heart
Our fight is apparent and hidden
That you hide deep inside on the outside
On the outside unfortunate, on the inside those that we hid
That we packed without anyone's knowledge
Our late awareness
Those we thought to be fair but turned out to be fraud
Those we closed their mouths with honey, they spoke bitter of us
All whining
Those we cherish, they spoke bad from our backs
The nuts we collected got all wormy
Fall apart, get out all you faithless!
Those who are unjust, may all you stuffed crumble back out of you
Give them out to burn
Things we protected against dust
Our collapsed buildings that rise clouds of dust
What's left from that cloud is that our chapped lips
Our blown out lungs, strong feet, may your ear hear
 
How nice to go back, to look at the light (ah how nice it is, how nice)
I stand, I fall apart, I stand (sago tandem, kasva!)
I moved off, I gazed off, I dove off (dove off, off)
I stand, I fall apart, I stand
 
How nice to go back, to look at the light (ah how nice it is, how nice)
I stand, I fall apart, I stand
I moved off, I gazed off, I dove off (dove off, off)
I stand, I fall apart, I stand
 
'If I don't do it today, tomorrow is for the regret.'
Tomorrow one can regret because he did what he said
If there's no idea then you will be ruled, blend into other's ways
And exactly then, you become the other
If you start lying once
You can't leave it and get used to lying more easily
There isn't a sheep of life, does not stay on hand, it gets off
People are like sparrows

Teletext

Eight hours a day, I'm sitting here
Waiting for the day to end
Work to end
I have something I've been waiting for
Eight hours a day, I'm sitting here
Longing for the time I get to leave
Because when I clock out
I hurry home to relax
 
I just want to sit in the couch
And be the boss of the remote
Now I'm taking control
Push the button and dive in
 
Teletext is my second home
And what you read on there you can be sure is true
There's sport and weather
And the font is crisp and clear
Teletext never lies
Reading news in 8-bit
Teletext is a paradise
Get all your info in an easy way
And there are 899 pages of top quality
 
Oh yee, yee!
On Teletext
On Teletext
 
Eight hours a night I'm sitting here
Pushing buttons, tearing through pages
Check out 302
TV 2:s TV tableu
Eight hours a night I'm surfing
An analogue wave that never seems to end
Reading formula
[?]
 
I want to sit upon my throne
Of low resolution information
It warms my heart to get to be
In this virtual boiler room
 
Teletext is my second home
And what you read on there you can be sure is true
There's sport and weather
And the font is crisp and clear
Teletext never lies
Reading news in 8-bit
Teletext is a paradise
Get all your info in an easy way
And there are 899 pages of top quality
 
Oh yee, yee!
On Teletext
On Teletext
 
Enter 488
For the winning numbers on your lottery ticket
761, winds from the north
The same numbers on Maikkarin for porn
806 I'm sure will fit you
If you're into low-res [?]
Just check out 403
If you're a fan of maritime weather
 
Teletext is my second home
And what you read on there you can be sure is true
There's sport and weather
And the font is crisp and clear
Teletext never lies
Reading news in 8-bit
Teletext is a paradise
Get all your info in an easy way
And there are 899 pages of top quality
 
And an app, and an app
On Teletext
 

Crumbs of love

I forgave1 you once
How many times did I forgive you?
Oh my own dear self, where are you going?
Tossed (away) like a coin,
A small worthless [coin],
I got off my fears at the station
 
You will greet me but I will be strong this time
I will cry as soon as that door closes
 
Have you loved me or not?
What you gave me in life, I know it:
Some crumbs of love.
I was alone with you too
Read me now in the eye
I have torn you thread by thread2
Ah my darling, how you did not know me?
Have you loved me or not?
What you gave me in life, I know it:
Some crumbs of love.
 
He knocks on the door
Shall I open it again this time?
My dear self, do not dare!
He threw me (away) like a coin
I never laughed once
I got off my fears at the station
 
You will greet me but I will be strong this time
I will cry as soon as that door closes
 
Have you loved me or not?
What you gave me in life, I know it:
Some crumbs of love.
I was alone with you too
Read me now in the eye
I have torn you thread by thread2
Ah my darling, how you did not know me?
Have you loved me or not?
What you gave me in life, I know it:
Some crumbs of love.
 
Ah my darling, how you did not know me?
Some crumbs of love.
 

• 1. The verb 'fal', used here for 'forgive', can also mean 'greet'.
• Not too sure about this, native speakers please confirm.

Seagull is Seagull

I gave up on you
And won't call you again
No matter who is by your side
I can just envy - What a pity
 
A seagull is after all a seagull, neither peacock nor dove
Not to mention a woman
So amenable as you hoped
From the beginning I could't become
 
I have a dream rather than
That of crossing the sky, though
Seagull is after all a seagull
Suitable for soaring in the air alone
 
I gave up on you
And don't concern about your whereabouts anymore
No matter what you do, where you are
It's none of my business
 
A seagull is after all a seagull, neither peacock nor dove
Not to mention a woman
So amenable as you hoped
Till the end I didn't manage to be
 
I want a love even if
I could lose this sea, though
Seagull is after all a seagull
Suitable for soaring in the air alone
 

Limpid Streams

Why do we have to
Compete and even quarrel?
Men and women shouldn't be mutually hostile
 
Why will my addiction to you
Become a weakness of me?
I am not your enemy
 
Even if you make me obey, albeit I really yield
You won't have my heart in your palm
Don't you know? I'm on your side
 
Flowing, how limpid the streams are!
Though you forgot the original feelings of us
Flowing, no matter whence you come
Just merge and flow away
 
There are vyings
So countless in this world
Where there are competitions, there are wins and losses
 
Now that either you or I would pay for a fight
Thus why do you look so aggressive?
As if I would do something bad to you?
 
You think I'll run away
If you can't awe and frighten me
Don't you know? I'm on your side
 
Repeat x2