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owlectomyBPAL driveby:
Kabuki is "Cherry, red musk, and star anise." It smells like nothing so much as Hi-C fruit punch, and yet I am completely and utterly captivated by it. Flowery and incredibly sweet without being cloying.
--
Here, have some music.
Bump Of Chicken--Diamond(This is the one I wanted to sing at karaoke a couple weeks ago, though they didn't have it, just because of that last verse).
My die-hard love for Bump of Chicken, above and beyond their most awesome band name, is mostly because of their lyrics, which veer towards optimistic preachiness in a way that I inexplicably love.
They lose something in translation, but here goes. The utterly informal and nonpoetic style is, I think, a pretty accurate reflection of the original, and not mere laziness on my part.
No matter how many times you fall over, it's okay,
You see your scrapes, and the scarlet blood, shining,
Says you're alive.
It falls in droplets on the hard asphalt,
And tells you just how far you've come.
No matter how many times you get lost, it's okay,
You can just follow the trail of blood back home.
If you don't know where you're going, that's okay,
You'll look back later and realize you had one all along.
So many roads of possibility stretch out in front of you,
Even being hopelessly lost can take you anywhere.
You had so many important things,
And somehow some of them have vanished,
But hold on to just one thing,
Don't let it go,
The words you hear your blood shouting,
"You are alive."
How long have you been ignoring that voice crying out for help,
Looking for the person who was crying, clinging to your back?
You keep looking forward, so you don't really hear it,
That voice crying out an SOS of "Don't abandon me here."
But it's a voice you remember hearing--
A voice that was really important.
When you've gotten this far by letting things fall,
One by one,
It's no mistake to retrace your steps and pick them up again,
One by one.
Finally you meet--
Who are you?
Oh, that's right--you're me.
The weak 'me' I hated, the one I abandoned long ago.
It doesn't matter how many times you fall over,
It doesn't matter how many times you lose your way,
There aren't so many things you need to worry about,
Before you, behind you,
Just one self in the world that you need to hang on to tightly,
Your weak self, your strong self,
They're both parts of you that you can't do without.
More than anything else in the world,
Just hold on to that and don't let it go.
It doesn't matter if you can't sing worth anything.
Someday, when you go on a journey,
Just pack this song in your backpack and go.
Kabuki is "Cherry, red musk, and star anise." It smells like nothing so much as Hi-C fruit punch, and yet I am completely and utterly captivated by it. Flowery and incredibly sweet without being cloying.
--
Here, have some music.
Bump Of Chicken--Diamond(This is the one I wanted to sing at karaoke a couple weeks ago, though they didn't have it, just because of that last verse).
My die-hard love for Bump of Chicken, above and beyond their most awesome band name, is mostly because of their lyrics, which veer towards optimistic preachiness in a way that I inexplicably love.
They lose something in translation, but here goes. The utterly informal and nonpoetic style is, I think, a pretty accurate reflection of the original, and not mere laziness on my part.
No matter how many times you fall over, it's okay,
You see your scrapes, and the scarlet blood, shining,
Says you're alive.
It falls in droplets on the hard asphalt,
And tells you just how far you've come.
No matter how many times you get lost, it's okay,
You can just follow the trail of blood back home.
If you don't know where you're going, that's okay,
You'll look back later and realize you had one all along.
So many roads of possibility stretch out in front of you,
Even being hopelessly lost can take you anywhere.
You had so many important things,
And somehow some of them have vanished,
But hold on to just one thing,
Don't let it go,
The words you hear your blood shouting,
"You are alive."
How long have you been ignoring that voice crying out for help,
Looking for the person who was crying, clinging to your back?
You keep looking forward, so you don't really hear it,
That voice crying out an SOS of "Don't abandon me here."
But it's a voice you remember hearing--
A voice that was really important.
When you've gotten this far by letting things fall,
One by one,
It's no mistake to retrace your steps and pick them up again,
One by one.
Finally you meet--
Who are you?
Oh, that's right--you're me.
The weak 'me' I hated, the one I abandoned long ago.
It doesn't matter how many times you fall over,
It doesn't matter how many times you lose your way,
There aren't so many things you need to worry about,
Before you, behind you,
Just one self in the world that you need to hang on to tightly,
Your weak self, your strong self,
They're both parts of you that you can't do without.
More than anything else in the world,
Just hold on to that and don't let it go.
It doesn't matter if you can't sing worth anything.
Someday, when you go on a journey,
Just pack this song in your backpack and go.