弦 || String

歌詞

一つ一つ　小綺麗な意図を
からくりで編み込んで
派手にしよかな　古風がよいか
天井世界を行脚しよ

二つ三つ　幽霊の噂
旅人の魅惑奇譚
誰に話そか　あの子がよいか
聞いた話じゃ伝わらぬ

雲はあんぐり
口開けて蜜柑色
あだ名で呼ぶは
誰たそ誰たそ彼彼

嗚呼　弦つるにお前が触れて忌々いまいましい
咥くわえた指はもうふにゃふにゃ
だから悪く無い僕は　ずっと縮こまって
余剰無い四畳に錠かけるの
張り巡らされた弱々しい
五本が錆び逝く　ざらざら
されど張り替えられない　だって命みたい
後生でもしょうもない畜生だろう

十とおも数多あまたも無駄など無いぞ
神様の曰く　美譚
ならば天女を寄越したらどうか
いつまで経てど伝わらぬ

床はあいであのがらくた　不純色
艶やかに揺る　誰たそ誰たそ彼彼

嗚呼　すぐにお前が湧いていらいらする
乱れた脳みそ　ぐにゃぐにゃ
それで意味も無く僕は　次いで愛を模した
実情は非情な情を生んだの
ぴんと張られて痛々しい
その弦つるの声にあたふた
されど緩められない　だって両端で
お前や　お前が　ほくそ笑んで居るのだ

嗚呼　弦つるにお前が擦れてひりひりする
草臥くたびれたよ　もうむにゃむにゃ
またも有り触れた僕は滑稽なので
過剰な事情で自嘲するだけ
はいからな才は神々しい
思わず見惚みとれて　ずぶずぶ
つまり僕は何度も同じ事で
座礁して正気欠く畜生だろう

後生でもしょうもない畜生だろう

Romanisation

hitotsu hitotsu kogireina ito o
karakuri de amikonde
hade ni shiyo kana kofuu ga yoi ka
tenjou sekai o angya shiyo

futatsu mittsu yuurei no uwasa
tabibito no miwaku ki tan
dare ni hanaso ka ano ko ga yoi ka
kiita hanashi ja tsutawaranu

kumo wa anguri
kuchi akete mikaniro
ada na de yobu wa
ta so ta so kare kare

aa tsuru ni omae ga furete imaimashii
kuwaeta yubi wa mou funyafunya
dakara warukunai boku wa zutto chijikomatte
yojou nai yon jou ni jou kakeru no
harimegurasareta yowayowashii
gohon ga sabi yuku zarazara
saredo harikaerarenai datte inochi mitai
goshou de mo shoumonai chikushou darou

tou mo amata mo muda nado naizo
kamisama no iwaku bi tan
naraba tennyo o yokoshitara douka
itsu made tatedo tsutawaranu

yuka wa aidea no garakuta fujuniro
adeyaka ni yuru ta so ta so kare kare

aa sugu ni omae ga waite iraira suru
midareta noumiso gunyagunya
sore de imi mo naku boku wa tsuide ai o moshita
jitsujou wa hijou na jou o unda no
pin to hararete itaitashii
sono tsuru no koe ni atafuta
saredo yurumerarenai datte ryouhashi de
omae ya omae ga hokusoende iru no da

aa tsuru ni omae ga surete hirihiri suru
kutabireta yo mou munyamunya
mata mo arifureta boku wa kokkei nano de
kajouna jijou de jichou suru dake
haikara na sai wa kougoushii
omowazu mitorete zubu zubu
tsumari boku wa nando mo onaji koto de
zashou shite shouki kaku chikushou darou

goshou de mo shoumonai chikushou darou

Translation

One by one, I weave in neat intentions
and pull their strings.
Should I make it showy, or old-fashioned?
Let’s travel the world’s heights.

Two, three. The ghosts gossip
and it becomes tales that bewitch travellers.
Who shall I tell them to? How about them?
Hearsay won’t get through.

The clouds’ mouths gape open
and they are the colour of mandarins.
They have a nickname—
Dusk, dusk, dusk…

Ah, you touch my string and it’s so annoying.
The finger I was sucking has grown so soft.
I’m not in the wrong. I stay huddled away
and lock this cramped, four-tatami room.
The strung-up strings were so frail.
Five of them rust away with a rough sound.
Still, I won’t replace them. It’s like life.
I guess I’m a brute, worthless even in the afterlife.

Whether there’s ten or a whole lot, they aren’t useless.
I’m talking about God’s beautiful stories.
Alright then, why not send down a celestial maiden?
Time passes, but it doesn’t sink in.

Ideas are strewn on the floor like garbage. They’re impure.
They sway bewitchingly. Dusk, dusk, dusk…

Ah, you well up straight away and it gets on my nerves.
My chaotic brain is all mushy.
And then, with no meaning to it, I mimicked love.
The truth birthed cold emotion.
I pull the string tight. It hurts.
I’m rushed along by its voice.
And yet, I cannot loosen it because at both ends
you, you are there smiling.

Ah, you brush against the string and it tingles.
I’m dead tired and mumbling away.
I’m so ordinary, which makes me hilarious too
so I just laugh at myself while dealing with this overwhelming stuff.
My stylish talents are divine.
Before I know it, I’m fascinated. It’s like I’m drunk.
I’m just a brute who gets beached and loses their sanity
at the same thing every time.

I guess I’m a brute, worthless even in the afterlife.