Post by sonja on Mar 3, 2008 10:06:22 GMT -5
Puppet show
01. intro (tässä vaan esitellään bändin jäsenet ja nauha on käännetty väärinpäin, ei sanoja)
02. may day
03. reset
04. zetsubou no oka
05. gentou kikai
06. "nukegara"
07. hontou no uso
08. monophobia
09. cream
10. sangatsu itsuka
11. circus
2. May day
myself, on a swing
distorted heartbeat
butterfly, in my hands
afternoon, seven years old
i'll decorate the wings
with insect stains
it glitters ...
greenery of may
through insect-eaten reminisces like this
i've found it, the answer to my question --------
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
inside my pocket it flapped its wings, i became scared
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
it begins to slowly break
and i turn back again
myself, on a swing
distorted heartbeat
butterfly, in my hands
afternoon, seven years old
MAY DAY
Plastic Tree
May day myself, on a swing
May day heart contorting
May day a butterfly in my hands
May day an afternoon at seven years old
May day I'll decorate the wings
May day with insect stains
May day glimmering
May day greenery of May
In these moth-eaten reminiscences, I've found it
The answer to my question
I simply kept thinking over things like that
With nobody around, a late peaceful afternoon
May day in my pocket
May day I felt it flutter
May day I become scared
I simply kept thinking over things like that
With nobody around, a late peaceful afternoon
I simply kept thinking over things like that
With nobody around, a late peaceful afternoon
I simply kept thinking over things like that
Gradually it all starts to break down, and again I can return
May day myself, on a swing
May day heart contorting
May day a butterfly in my hands
May day an afternoon at seven years old
3. RESET
Plastic Tree
A rotting bunch of bananas. Under dribbly liquid.
A scorched celluloid doll smashed up.
I get on a green coloured bicycle, take my friend's mouse
And la~lala~ hum a song I heard in a bookshop just before.
With the crayon map you drew, I searched for your house
But points are missing and the relative ratio is insane
I'm disgusted, whilst to my side, with its wire meshing, the white
Bus to the dump runs past again.
On the route beside the putrid river I speed up my bike.
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
The putrid river flows past; a razor to this insane me!
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
Reset it all.
4. ZETSUBOU NO OKA
(The Hill of Despair)
Plastic Tree
Towards that wondrously lonely blue sky,
Reaching out my hands becomes all
I merge with the air, in response my mind becomes dim
I no longer understand
I want to waver in a dream,
One where I'll sink so deep that nobody can reach me
Please tell me Where is this magical happiness?
Once more I sleep
When I awake my wish will be granted
And strangely, I'll become accustomed to
Standing motionless on the hill of despair
I'm not actually sure whether or not it exists
But I believed in a power which the eye could not see
With nothing at all but my wishful thoughts,
Down onto me pours the light of morning
So deep that nobody can reach us
Together we continue to sleep
Sunk deep in a dream, forever wavering wavering wavering
By the time I realise your absence, you're long since gone
Please tell me Where is this magical happiness?
Once more I sleep
When I awake my wish will be granted
And strangely, I'll become accustomed,
On that hill of despair...
When I awoke my wish had been granted
As I cried, I laughed
Standing motionless on the hill of despair
5. Gentou kikai
They're flapping about the streetlight again
Bats, like crazed shadows who have lost their way
The slide projector has filled the room with ghosts
So I will stay here too
Where do I start?
Today is like that I guess, who should I have a good chat with?
When the gloom sets in,
Someone will surely come and get me
Sitting in the whithered grass with the imaginary dog I brought along,
I spoke with you for ages
A large gust of wind blew,
And the words written in my notebook flowed forth.
Where do I start?
I want to search for something, with you
For when the gloom sets in,
Someone will surely come and get you ——————
Why do I never understand you?
Why will you never laugh in front of me?
Why do I never understand you?
Why is it that you never laugh in front of me?
Far, far away I can hear a polka...
Where do I start?
Today is like that I guess, who should I have a good chat with?
When the gloom sets in,
Someone will surely come and get me
Why do I never understand you?
Why will you never laugh in front of me?
Why do I never understand you?
Why is it that you never laugh in front of me?
Why is it that I can never express myself with you?
Don't leave me alone in this darkened field...
The clouds just roll on past
The clouds just roll on past
"Lai lai lai lai lai....."
6. Nukegara
Us, that summer's day
Left behind
In the fleeting light of hope
Meloncholy dissolved, and on we walked
The thin boughs creak
For today is horribly windy
Although nothing has changed
I become afraid, and look down
I don't really like the towering sky
And I don't like the screech of the cicadas, or myself either
If these are not your real feelings, then please, don't do all this anymore
If these are not your real feelings, then please, please don't do this
So why are we crying?
I thought we were smarter than that...
7. Hontou no uso
HONTOU NO USO
(True Lies)
Plastic Tree
I'll cram my inner self into a hard glass bottle someday
And in a bed of flowers in a garden bathed in sunlight,
Together with the kitten I'll bury it
My face, reflected in a pool of water broken into puddled pieces
In the cool rain has been transformed into mere colours
Gazing at the red moon, the anxiety that remains
Scab-like in the corners of my memory, verges me on tears
Yet though painfully beautiful, I felt somehow that
Up on that high Ferris Wheel, someone was laughing at the shadow I'd made amidst the light
Clad in sheep pyjamas, a thin boy plays
At making the breath he exhales white, and clasping his hands as if to pray
Yet between that child and the sky, a transparent something lies
So surely his wish shall never be heard
The fun park grows a little colder
It all becomes lies, everyone disappears
A phantom bell tolls, and should mist enshroud the scene
It will all turn to lies, everyone will disappear
My face, reflected in a pool of water broken into puddled pieces
In the cool rain will transform into mere colours
The gentle silver rain pours down on all in the town
It was searching for me along the side of the road,
And now at last has found me
Onto the seats Onto the flowers Onto the legless donkey
Pours the delicate rain
And onto me as well
8. Monophobia
The sky was clear and sunny, so they've all gone away.
I was selfish, so I was left behind
Completely empty
Deep in my ear the screw goes on turning,
And it's starting to hurt.
The wind leaves its chill on my cheek.
On the outside all becomes simpler, as if it were untrue.
My pulse runs horribly fast.
And the drone of the fly in this room is starting to grate...
(coro) When the sun shines when the sun shines when the sun shines
When the sun shines when the sun shines when the sun shines
The sky was clear and sunny, so they've all gone away. I was selfish, so I was left behind.
When the sun shines when the sun shines when the sun shines
When the sun shines when the sun shines
Because when the sun shines I'm blinded
I'm blinded I'm blinded I'm blinded I'm blinded
I'm blinded
I'm blind
Aaaah ————————.
9. Cream
My head is dizzy it keeps jumping around the room
The closed window the toppled chair
Laugh at me mockingly in this bizarre state
As much as the night deepens, you see
My childishness will again increase
In the white away I'll swim
Amidst the colour, melt away
Bright songs before my eyes
Sung by one who recommends them in such a way
That I sense the end and begin to cry
With murky eyes, he is forever
Repeating the same words, over and over
Perhaps it's that he is pushing
His whole world on to me
My breeding cage of a world
- towards it you're always gazing
In the pale blue fog clutching my bag under my arm,
I fear my misted surrounds
I'm pretending not to hear In this horribly imaginative
Tuesday, enveloped, I smile
Before a sunny bed of flowers,
I chew my pills, and sit and sit
"Atmospheric vortexes"
"Ways to die"
"Lies which won't leave you alone"
And the like,
All of it before my eyes wavers... wavers... wavers...
I am forgiven, and the sleep-like sensation breaks away
In a gentle patch of fallen sunlight in the park
10. Sangatsu itsuka
nice to meet you.
suffering, i'm going to write you a letter.
for example, even a bird flying in the sky
surely carries happiness as well as weight
but i, feel nothing but pain.
if you were to find me
like injured grass, and just giggle at me
i'd hate it.
however, if you would only like me,
i could stretch out my arms and fly.
as sadness and loneliness both vanish,
i no longer need a place to exist.
i wonder if my letter will ever reach you?
11. Circus
because this room is so empty
i'm overflowing, spilling with water
it's like a too quiet laboratory
the celluloid shell you cast off is here
i wrap my blanket around me; hiding inside
with my horribly loud heartbeat
i'm shattered to pieces by the magic
of your words, from two days before
an interesting shape
i'm smashed, and you're collecting the pieces
but why are you crying?
i wonder, if i start praying
will the outside of my window change?
if a warm winter comes
the circus will come to my town
to the empty plaza, look -
one by one the lights go on
and there's the sound of your voice
and
i wonder, if i start praying
will the outside of my window change?
if a warm winter comes
the circus will come to my town
the death-longing lion, scared of fire
the freak donkey
the shildren from the shadow picture
and the song of the flower-loving elephant
they all come with the tall manager
me, that day
and she
her swing, hanging from the ceiling
she laughed
as she fell
the clown diagonally in front of me, smiles happily
--
Circus
Cause it's a room with nothing beside it
Water overflows inside of me
Too quiet, like a science room
exists your celluloid-made shell
only the sound of my blanket-cloaked heart became cruelly loud
with the magic words you told me two days ago, I came apart
A comical form
The scattered pieces of me
How come you're crying, you who gathered them?
When I start to pray with my own way
Will the outside ever change someday?
If a not so cold winter comes, the circus will come to my town
In the empty plaza see
one by one the lamps appear as your voice is heard
then
When I start to pray with my own way
Will the outside ever change someday?
If a not cold winter comes, the circus will come to my town
In the empty plaza see
One by one the lamps appear as your voice is heard
then
When I start to pray with my own way
Will the outside every change someday?
If a not so cold winter comes, the circus will come to my town
The song of the elephant who likes flowers,
The lion who's afraid of fire and wants to die
The disfigured donkey, the silhouette child,
come together with the tall master of ceremonies
Smiling, smiling, she falls from the swing hanging from the ceiling
The I of that day
The obliquely advancing pierrot is frolicking
--
Circus
and so, this room all by itself
the water inside keeps overflowing
it is too quiet, like a science room
you emerge from your shell of celluloid
hiding with a blanket over me, the sound of my heart is becoming terribly noisy
two days ago the magic words you spoke to me become disjointed
amusing shapes
broken and scattered my fragments are gathered,
why are you crying?
my only method is to begin praying
are things outside the window always changing?
when the coming winter is not cold, the circus will come to my town
no one is in the plaza, see
one at a time the lights are pushed out, your voice was heard
and then
my only method is to begin praying
are things outside the window always changing?
when the coming winter is not cold, the circus will come to my town
the song of the elephant that likes flowers and the lion that fears dying by fire and the
deformed donkey and the childrenfs shadow picture and the ringmaster with the tall back will come
while laughing and laughing from the swing hanging from the ceiling
falling her, that day's me
the clown before the tilt is the champion
01. intro (tässä vaan esitellään bändin jäsenet ja nauha on käännetty väärinpäin, ei sanoja)
02. may day
03. reset
04. zetsubou no oka
05. gentou kikai
06. "nukegara"
07. hontou no uso
08. monophobia
09. cream
10. sangatsu itsuka
11. circus
2. May day
myself, on a swing
distorted heartbeat
butterfly, in my hands
afternoon, seven years old
i'll decorate the wings
with insect stains
it glitters ...
greenery of may
through insect-eaten reminisces like this
i've found it, the answer to my question --------
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
inside my pocket it flapped its wings, i became scared
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
i'd always be thinking about things like that
peaceful afternoons, with nobody around
it begins to slowly break
and i turn back again
myself, on a swing
distorted heartbeat
butterfly, in my hands
afternoon, seven years old
MAY DAY
Plastic Tree
May day myself, on a swing
May day heart contorting
May day a butterfly in my hands
May day an afternoon at seven years old
May day I'll decorate the wings
May day with insect stains
May day glimmering
May day greenery of May
In these moth-eaten reminiscences, I've found it
The answer to my question
I simply kept thinking over things like that
With nobody around, a late peaceful afternoon
May day in my pocket
May day I felt it flutter
May day I become scared
I simply kept thinking over things like that
With nobody around, a late peaceful afternoon
I simply kept thinking over things like that
With nobody around, a late peaceful afternoon
I simply kept thinking over things like that
Gradually it all starts to break down, and again I can return
May day myself, on a swing
May day heart contorting
May day a butterfly in my hands
May day an afternoon at seven years old
3. RESET
Plastic Tree
A rotting bunch of bananas. Under dribbly liquid.
A scorched celluloid doll smashed up.
I get on a green coloured bicycle, take my friend's mouse
And la~lala~ hum a song I heard in a bookshop just before.
With the crayon map you drew, I searched for your house
But points are missing and the relative ratio is insane
I'm disgusted, whilst to my side, with its wire meshing, the white
Bus to the dump runs past again.
On the route beside the putrid river I speed up my bike.
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
The putrid river flows past; a razor to this insane me!
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
Bye bye, bye bye, reset it all.
Reset it all.
4. ZETSUBOU NO OKA
(The Hill of Despair)
Plastic Tree
Towards that wondrously lonely blue sky,
Reaching out my hands becomes all
I merge with the air, in response my mind becomes dim
I no longer understand
I want to waver in a dream,
One where I'll sink so deep that nobody can reach me
Please tell me Where is this magical happiness?
Once more I sleep
When I awake my wish will be granted
And strangely, I'll become accustomed to
Standing motionless on the hill of despair
I'm not actually sure whether or not it exists
But I believed in a power which the eye could not see
With nothing at all but my wishful thoughts,
Down onto me pours the light of morning
So deep that nobody can reach us
Together we continue to sleep
Sunk deep in a dream, forever wavering wavering wavering
By the time I realise your absence, you're long since gone
Please tell me Where is this magical happiness?
Once more I sleep
When I awake my wish will be granted
And strangely, I'll become accustomed,
On that hill of despair...
When I awoke my wish had been granted
As I cried, I laughed
Standing motionless on the hill of despair
5. Gentou kikai
They're flapping about the streetlight again
Bats, like crazed shadows who have lost their way
The slide projector has filled the room with ghosts
So I will stay here too
Where do I start?
Today is like that I guess, who should I have a good chat with?
When the gloom sets in,
Someone will surely come and get me
Sitting in the whithered grass with the imaginary dog I brought along,
I spoke with you for ages
A large gust of wind blew,
And the words written in my notebook flowed forth.
Where do I start?
I want to search for something, with you
For when the gloom sets in,
Someone will surely come and get you ——————
Why do I never understand you?
Why will you never laugh in front of me?
Why do I never understand you?
Why is it that you never laugh in front of me?
Far, far away I can hear a polka...
Where do I start?
Today is like that I guess, who should I have a good chat with?
When the gloom sets in,
Someone will surely come and get me
Why do I never understand you?
Why will you never laugh in front of me?
Why do I never understand you?
Why is it that you never laugh in front of me?
Why is it that I can never express myself with you?
Don't leave me alone in this darkened field...
The clouds just roll on past
The clouds just roll on past
"Lai lai lai lai lai....."
6. Nukegara
Us, that summer's day
Left behind
In the fleeting light of hope
Meloncholy dissolved, and on we walked
The thin boughs creak
For today is horribly windy
Although nothing has changed
I become afraid, and look down
I don't really like the towering sky
And I don't like the screech of the cicadas, or myself either
If these are not your real feelings, then please, don't do all this anymore
If these are not your real feelings, then please, please don't do this
So why are we crying?
I thought we were smarter than that...
7. Hontou no uso
HONTOU NO USO
(True Lies)
Plastic Tree
I'll cram my inner self into a hard glass bottle someday
And in a bed of flowers in a garden bathed in sunlight,
Together with the kitten I'll bury it
My face, reflected in a pool of water broken into puddled pieces
In the cool rain has been transformed into mere colours
Gazing at the red moon, the anxiety that remains
Scab-like in the corners of my memory, verges me on tears
Yet though painfully beautiful, I felt somehow that
Up on that high Ferris Wheel, someone was laughing at the shadow I'd made amidst the light
Clad in sheep pyjamas, a thin boy plays
At making the breath he exhales white, and clasping his hands as if to pray
Yet between that child and the sky, a transparent something lies
So surely his wish shall never be heard
The fun park grows a little colder
It all becomes lies, everyone disappears
A phantom bell tolls, and should mist enshroud the scene
It will all turn to lies, everyone will disappear
My face, reflected in a pool of water broken into puddled pieces
In the cool rain will transform into mere colours
The gentle silver rain pours down on all in the town
It was searching for me along the side of the road,
And now at last has found me
Onto the seats Onto the flowers Onto the legless donkey
Pours the delicate rain
And onto me as well
8. Monophobia
The sky was clear and sunny, so they've all gone away.
I was selfish, so I was left behind
Completely empty
Deep in my ear the screw goes on turning,
And it's starting to hurt.
The wind leaves its chill on my cheek.
On the outside all becomes simpler, as if it were untrue.
My pulse runs horribly fast.
And the drone of the fly in this room is starting to grate...
(coro) When the sun shines when the sun shines when the sun shines
When the sun shines when the sun shines when the sun shines
The sky was clear and sunny, so they've all gone away. I was selfish, so I was left behind.
When the sun shines when the sun shines when the sun shines
When the sun shines when the sun shines
Because when the sun shines I'm blinded
I'm blinded I'm blinded I'm blinded I'm blinded
I'm blinded
I'm blind
Aaaah ————————.
9. Cream
My head is dizzy it keeps jumping around the room
The closed window the toppled chair
Laugh at me mockingly in this bizarre state
As much as the night deepens, you see
My childishness will again increase
In the white away I'll swim
Amidst the colour, melt away
Bright songs before my eyes
Sung by one who recommends them in such a way
That I sense the end and begin to cry
With murky eyes, he is forever
Repeating the same words, over and over
Perhaps it's that he is pushing
His whole world on to me
My breeding cage of a world
- towards it you're always gazing
In the pale blue fog clutching my bag under my arm,
I fear my misted surrounds
I'm pretending not to hear In this horribly imaginative
Tuesday, enveloped, I smile
Before a sunny bed of flowers,
I chew my pills, and sit and sit
"Atmospheric vortexes"
"Ways to die"
"Lies which won't leave you alone"
And the like,
All of it before my eyes wavers... wavers... wavers...
I am forgiven, and the sleep-like sensation breaks away
In a gentle patch of fallen sunlight in the park
10. Sangatsu itsuka
nice to meet you.
suffering, i'm going to write you a letter.
for example, even a bird flying in the sky
surely carries happiness as well as weight
but i, feel nothing but pain.
if you were to find me
like injured grass, and just giggle at me
i'd hate it.
however, if you would only like me,
i could stretch out my arms and fly.
as sadness and loneliness both vanish,
i no longer need a place to exist.
i wonder if my letter will ever reach you?
11. Circus
because this room is so empty
i'm overflowing, spilling with water
it's like a too quiet laboratory
the celluloid shell you cast off is here
i wrap my blanket around me; hiding inside
with my horribly loud heartbeat
i'm shattered to pieces by the magic
of your words, from two days before
an interesting shape
i'm smashed, and you're collecting the pieces
but why are you crying?
i wonder, if i start praying
will the outside of my window change?
if a warm winter comes
the circus will come to my town
to the empty plaza, look -
one by one the lights go on
and there's the sound of your voice
and
i wonder, if i start praying
will the outside of my window change?
if a warm winter comes
the circus will come to my town
the death-longing lion, scared of fire
the freak donkey
the shildren from the shadow picture
and the song of the flower-loving elephant
they all come with the tall manager
me, that day
and she
her swing, hanging from the ceiling
she laughed
as she fell
the clown diagonally in front of me, smiles happily
--
Circus
Cause it's a room with nothing beside it
Water overflows inside of me
Too quiet, like a science room
exists your celluloid-made shell
only the sound of my blanket-cloaked heart became cruelly loud
with the magic words you told me two days ago, I came apart
A comical form
The scattered pieces of me
How come you're crying, you who gathered them?
When I start to pray with my own way
Will the outside ever change someday?
If a not so cold winter comes, the circus will come to my town
In the empty plaza see
one by one the lamps appear as your voice is heard
then
When I start to pray with my own way
Will the outside ever change someday?
If a not cold winter comes, the circus will come to my town
In the empty plaza see
One by one the lamps appear as your voice is heard
then
When I start to pray with my own way
Will the outside every change someday?
If a not so cold winter comes, the circus will come to my town
The song of the elephant who likes flowers,
The lion who's afraid of fire and wants to die
The disfigured donkey, the silhouette child,
come together with the tall master of ceremonies
Smiling, smiling, she falls from the swing hanging from the ceiling
The I of that day
The obliquely advancing pierrot is frolicking
--
Circus
and so, this room all by itself
the water inside keeps overflowing
it is too quiet, like a science room
you emerge from your shell of celluloid
hiding with a blanket over me, the sound of my heart is becoming terribly noisy
two days ago the magic words you spoke to me become disjointed
amusing shapes
broken and scattered my fragments are gathered,
why are you crying?
my only method is to begin praying
are things outside the window always changing?
when the coming winter is not cold, the circus will come to my town
no one is in the plaza, see
one at a time the lights are pushed out, your voice was heard
and then
my only method is to begin praying
are things outside the window always changing?
when the coming winter is not cold, the circus will come to my town
the song of the elephant that likes flowers and the lion that fears dying by fire and the
deformed donkey and the childrenfs shadow picture and the ringmaster with the tall back will come
while laughing and laughing from the swing hanging from the ceiling
falling her, that day's me
the clown before the tilt is the champion