各駅停車の倫理
female intensely husky vocals deliberately become unstable towards the song's end, almost shifting to falsetto. Celtic music, the intro begins with an Irish bagpipe solo, a slow melody both bright and tinged with melancholy. Acoustic guitar, with rich female backing vocals consistently woven into the chorus parts. The final chorus is sung with such heartfelt intensity that the entire group seems to be screaming. A female duet, always in a low register, unfolds in the latter part of the song, featuring an explosive interplay between Irish bagpipes and Irish harp., cinema orchestra, New Age, Hymn, Irish pipe, acoustic guitar, Elian Pipe, bodhrán, Irish harp, concertina, Fiddle, Irish flute, The double bass is the main instrument in this song; it features intricate riffs and a prominent, loud sound, and the bass line should move freely and melodically.Make this a song with a strong bass resonance., The bodhrán is the only percussion instrument in this song; baroquemusic, no dram,
各駅停車の倫理
female intensely husky vocals deliberately become unstable towards the song's end, almost shifting to falsetto. Celtic music, the intro begins with an Irish bagpipe solo, a slow melody both bright and tinged with melancholy. Acoustic guitar, with rich female backing vocals consistently woven into the chorus parts. The final chorus is sung with such heartfelt intensity that the entire group seems to be screaming. A female duet, always in a low register, unfolds in the latter part of the song, featuring an explosive interplay between Irish bagpipes and Irish harp., cinema orchestra, New Age, Hymn, Irish pipe, acoustic guitar, Elian Pipe, bodhrán, Irish harp, concertina, Fiddle, Irish flute, The double bass is the main instrument in this song; it features intricate riffs and a prominent, loud sound, and the bass line should move freely and melodically.Make this a song with a strong bass resonance., The bodhrán is the only percussion instrument in this song; baroquemusic, no dram,
Lyrics
Here’s my new song, “The Ethics of Local Trains.” I hope it touches your heart.
The express train overtakes the local at night
Bouncing off the city lights on its back
The weight of us resting on the hand straps
Carries us toward a monotonous tomorrow
The last train bursts out from the buildings
The noise of Shinjuku fades away
A time limit to become someone
Beyond the ticket gate, no one waits
The fleeting victors glitter on the screen
Applause swarms around a fifteen-second dream
There’s no ticket for the seat we sit in
We quietly close our smartphones
There are no longer enough seats for victorious battles
Giving up isn’t losing
Step off the crazy algorithm
And just regain your own stride
Beyond the glass of the crowded train
Today as well, we live through untainted defeat
Rather than trampling someone else’s steps
It’s better to just be late and stand still
Colliding with the shoulder next to us
We pass the night without blaming anyone
If you get off the overpass, Musashino's darkness
The slope of Hake, the smell of soil
The remains of a factory where iron was once forged
Cold intelligent buildings soar
At the bottom carved by the old Tama River
Even the memories of Kokufu lie beneath the asphalt
Days jostled by intangible data
The mud at our feet holds us back
The journey of that day, the scent of old rain
The vanishing cityscape, a quiet prayer
In this era with no correct answer
What remains is our pride
Beyond the glass of a crowded train
Today we also live an untainted defeat
If it means trampling someone's steps
It’s better to be late and just stand still
The lights of buildings are a cold constellation
Illuminate the nights we couldn’t live rightly
Like the quiet of a fathomless spring
I just wish for the tomorrow of the person next to me
Beyond the glass of a crowded train
Today we also update our defeat
If it’s a step to kick someone down
It’s better to stand still without stepping
Buildings at dawn, the lights in the windows
There are nights we couldn’t live rightly
Deep in the ground at our feet, nameless
Listen closely to ten thousand years of solitude
The world doesn’t conveniently change
The lights of influencers go out
Our local trains start moving again
In a city that throws stones at others' weakness
We embrace our untainted defeat
Through the morning ticket gate
Beyond the national road
Quietly, the sun rises again.
↓ ここから日本語 ↓
快速が追い抜く 夜の各駅
都心の光を 背中で弾く
つり革に預けた 僕らの重さ
変わりばえのない 明日へ運ぶ
ビルを飛び出した 最終列車
新宿のノイズが 遠ざかる音
何者かになる タイムリミット
改札の向こう 誰も待たずに
画面にきらめく 刹那の勝者
十五秒の夢に 群がる拍手
その椅子に座る 切符はなくて
僕らは静かに スマホを閉じる
勝ち戦 の椅子は もう足りない
諦めることは 負けじゃない
狂ったアルゴリズムから 降りて
自分の歩幅を 取り戻すだけ
満員電車の ガラスの向こう
僕らは今日も 汚れぬ敗北を生きる
誰かの足跡を 踏みにじるくらいなら
このまま遅れて 立ち尽くす方がいい
隣の肩と ぶつかり合いながら
誰も責めずに 夜を明かしていく
高架を降りれば 武蔵野の闇
ハケの坂道 土の匂いが
かつて鉄を打った 工場の跡
冷たいインテリジェントビルが 聳える
古多摩川が 削った底で
国府(こくふ)の記憶も アスファルトの下
実体のないデータに 揉まれる日々を
足元の泥が 引き留めている
あの日の旅路 古い雨の匂い
消えゆく街並み 静かな祈り
正解の無い この時代に
残されたものは 僕らの誇り
満員電車の ガラスの向こう
僕らは今日も 汚れぬ敗北を生きる
誰かの足跡を 踏みにじるくらいなら
このまま遅れて 立ち尽くす方がいい
ビルの灯りは 冷たい星座
正しく生きられなかった 夜を照らせ
底知れぬ湧水の 静けさのように
ただ隣の人の 明日を願う
満員電車の ガラスの向こう
僕らは今日も 敗北を更新する
誰かを蹴落とす 足跡ならば
踏まないままで 立ち尽くす方がいい
夜明けのビル 窓の灯り
正しく生きられなかった 夜がある
足元の地中深く 名前のない
一万年の孤独に 耳を澄ませる
世界は都合よく 変わりはしない
インフルエンサーの 灯りは消えて
僕らの各駅停車が また動き出す
他人の弱さを 石で撃つ街で
汚れていない敗北を 抱きしめて
朝の改札を抜ける
国道の向こう
静かに、陽はまた昇る