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テレキャシスター

『なぁ聞こえてるよな この街に響く音が
何もかも見えなくても怖くない』

散々な凡俗人生をこの歌に込めてみる
まさに『平凡』がお似合いなテーマで
喜怒哀楽すら感じない
この自分の世界では
誰に何を伝えればいいの?

あれは10代の時か
音楽に裏切られ
消えて行った若人
『ありきたりは要りません』
悔しみの延長線
『その曲は何も救えないよ、猿真似してていいよ』って
全てかき消して

Dance all そのリズムで
カッティングコード聞かせてよ
待ってよまだ終われない
一つしかない輝くステージで
君だけのスタイルで
「いつも周りに流されていました」情けないじゃん

「踊っちゃいそうなリズムで
もっとずっと聞かせるよ
大丈夫まだ終わらない
この音聞いて悲しみ越えて
行け 地平線の彼方へ
何十回でもぶつけてやるつもりさ 今も」

『現実を見てもの言えよ』
誰かさんも言ってたな
その正体は天使か悪魔か

「じゃあ、あんたは人生楽しいか？」
今でも言い返せないや
過去の自分に振り向かなくなってた

『いつかの革命的想像を
隠していく必要はもうないよ』

不思議なかぜ 身に纏った
その名『テレキャシスター』

「君はどうしたいの？猿真似でもいいの」って
僕にうえつけて

Dance all そのリズムで
カッティングコード聞かせてよ
待ってよまだ終われない
一つしかない輝くステージで
君だけのスタイルで
「いつも周りを気にしていました」バカみたいじゃん

「踊っちゃいそうなリズムで
もっとずっと聞かせるよ
大丈夫まだ終わらない
この音聞いて悲しみ越えて行け
地平線の彼方へ
何十回でもぶつけてやるつもりさ 今も」

『なぁ聞こえるよな この街に響く音が
何もかも見えなくても怖くない』

Telecaster Sister

'Hey, are you listening? The sound that echoes through this city,
Even if you can't see anything, it's not scary.'

Trying to pour my whole mediocre life into this song,
The theme is 'mediocrity' personified,
I can't even feel joy, anger, sorrow or happiness,
In my own world,
Who can I tell anything to?

Was it when I was a teenager,
Music betrayed me,
A young man who disappeared,
'I don't need anything ordinary',
An extension of regret,
'That song can't save you, just imitate like a monkey',
Obliterating everything.

Dance to that rhythm,
Let me hear the cutting chords,
Wait, it's not over yet,
On the only shining stage,
In your own style,
"I've always just gone with the flow", that's just pathetic.

"To a rhythm that makes you want to dance,
I'll keep playing it for you,
It's okay, it's not over yet,
Listen to this sound and overcome your sadness,
Go, to the horizon and beyond,
I'll keep playing it as many times as it takes, even now.'

'Look at reality and speak',
Didn't someone say that?
Are they an angel or a devil?

"So, do you enjoy your life?",
I still can't answer that question,
I had stopped caring about my past self.

'There's no need to hide,
Your revolutionary imagination from long ago.'

A mysterious wind wrapped around me,
Its name, 'Telecaster Sister'.

"What do you want to do? Even imitation is fine",
She whispers to me,

Dance to that rhythm,
Let me hear the cutting chords,
Wait, it's not over yet,
On the only shining stage,
In your own style,
"I've always cared too much about what others think", how stupid.

"To a rhythm that makes you want to dance,
I'll keep playing it for you,
It's okay, it's not over yet,
Listen to this sound and overcome your sadness,
Go, to the horizon and beyond,
I'll keep playing it as many times as it takes, even now.'

'Hey, are you listening? The sound that echoes through this city,
Even if you can't see anything, it's not scary.'