Lyrics and translation tophamhatkyo - Parallel Blue

Parallel Blue

金平糖のような メロディーの欠片集め
当てが外れってばっかのローテーション
上り下りのらりくらり高低トーン
使い古されて封した言葉すら なぞれば紡がれてく
リズムは連綿なケンケンパ 懐かしむ心他所に 我先に進めば音の畔
ほとぼりも滞りもすり抜けて グルーヴの裏表決める懐のコイン
コトコト煮詰めて 蕩けそうな喉もとのモノフォニック重ねて
より良いソノリティ求めたら継ぎ接ぎの文脈と剥き出しの空白を生む
頭上流るる理想も俺だけのものさ 胸に抱いた叙情も俺だけのものさ
チープなモノラル重ねては 余裕なふりして声音を結う
シャープなステレオ広げては 必死なふりしてタクトを振る
自身が自身をコンダクト 温もりと調和の弧を描くよ
電子まみれの箱庭の中で 数多の自分が歌う
喜び 悲しみ 感情によりけり 千差万別な声色
演じて 取り込む 無感情な電子機器で操作
その空間には何人もの自分がいて 現実には有り得ない世界
ひと時のトリップ Paralell Blue
端から見ればただの独りよがりな Choir
自分の我侭だから叶えるのも自分
自暴自棄も成せるまですれば欠かせない要因
誰かのおさがり 背中追うばかり 冴えない Viewing ここいらで封印
見たいものだけ 聞きたい音だけのパラレルワールドへと移るために歌う
何もしなかった昨日も俺だけのものさ 思考し唱えた異論も俺だけのものさ
頭上流るる理想も俺だけのものさ 胸に抱いた叙情も俺だけのものさ
青臭い過去を紐解けば 懐かしむふりして鼻で笑う
泥臭い姿で擦り寄らず 寂しくないふりして独りよがる
チープなモノラル重ねては 余裕なふりして声音を結う
シャープなステレオ広げては 必死なふりしてタクトを振る
自身が自身をコンダクト 温もりと調和の弧を描くよ
電子まみれの箱庭の中で 数多の自分が歌う

Parallel Blue

Sweetheart, just like konpeito, fragments of melody gather
A constant rotation of disappointments
High and low, the undulating tones
Even the once-familiar words we sealed away come back to life when traced again
Rhythms are a simple game of hopscotch, while the heart yearns for the past, pushing forward alone to the edge of the sound
Neither fervor nor stagnation can penetrate the groove's rhythm, the hidden coin that determines its outcome
Simmer it low and let it melt, the monophonic layering of your throat
Seeking a richer sonority, we create a patchwork of contexts and bare silences
The ideals that flow above my head are mine alone, just as the emotions I hold dear belong only to me
Layering cheap monophonics, tying the notes together with feigned ease
Expanding into sharp stereo, waving the baton with desperate pretense
Conducting myself, drawing arcs of warmth and harmony
Within the electronic playground, countless versions of myself sing
Joyous, sorrowful—a kaleidoscope of emotions, a myriad of vocal hues
Performing, absorbing, manipulating with emotionless electronics
In that space, so many versions of myself exist, a world impossible in reality
A momentary trip, a Parallel Blue
To the outside observer, nothing more than a self-indulgent choir
Because it's my own whim, I'm the one who fulfills it
Self-sabotage, a necessary catalyst, until it becomes all I can do
Hand-me-downs and borrowed paths, a lackluster viewing experience—it ends here
Singing to escape into a parallel world where I see only what I want and hear only what I desire
Yesterday, when I did nothing, was mine alone, just as my whispered dissent was mine alone
The ideals that flow above my head are mine alone, just as the emotions I hold dear belong only to me
Unraveling my awkward past, I pretend to reminisce while secretly scoffing
Refusing to grovel in the dirt, pretending not to be lonely while indulging in self-pity
Layering cheap monophonics, tying the notes together with feigned ease
Expanding into sharp stereo, waving the baton with desperate pretense
Conducting myself, drawing arcs of warmth and harmony
Within the electronic playground, countless versions of myself sing