決めつけんなよ Don’t Tell Me My Limits
post punk, Punk-driven garage grunge with raw alt-rock edge, Driving 8-beat groove to create a sense, Distortion fuzz guitars, driving bass, Dirty electric guitars with a fuzzy, crunchy tone; walking bass, Rock drums with sharp snare and deep kick (808-style punch, not electronic), Vocal: FEMALE, VERY HARD raspy, husky, voice must crack, scream half whisper voice, COUNTRY RASP, Rhythm and tempo remain controlled, Structure:tight, repetitive, no tempo drift
決めつけんなよ Don’t Tell Me My Limits
post punk, Punk-driven garage grunge with raw alt-rock edge, Driving 8-beat groove to create a sense, Distortion fuzz guitars, driving bass, Dirty electric guitars with a fuzzy, crunchy tone; walking bass, Rock drums with sharp snare and deep kick (808-style punch, not electronic), Vocal: FEMALE, VERY HARD raspy, husky, voice must crack, scream half whisper voice, COUNTRY RASP, Rhythm and tempo remain controlled, Structure:tight, repetitive, no tempo drift
Lyrics
限界なんて
決めつけんなよ！
行き先なんて知らねーよ
理由なんて必要ない
気に入らねーことなんか
塗り替えりゃいい
終わりなんかねーよ、これからだろ？
I don’t care.
I don’t know.
叫びつづけろ
諦める気はねーよ
先のことなんてわかんねーよ
泣きたくなったら、つきあうよ
疑って、悩んで、
傷ついて、痛みに耐えて
イカれてる自分に気づいて
イカれた世界で
壊れ続けながら踊り狂えよ
壊れ続けながら踊り狂えよ
"Shut up. Leave me alone.".
どーでもいいよ
ルールなんていらねーよ
"Don’t tell me where the limit is."
"I’m not here to disappear."
意味なんてないこと
知ってるよ
人生かけてんだよ
傍観者がふざけんな！
嫌われたって
気になんねーよ
ほっといてくれ
今を生きてんだからさ
塗りつぶせ
周りに合わせろって？
残念ながら お断りだ
やりたいことしかできないんだ
それがなんだって？
死んだあとに後悔すんのかい？
"I only know my way."
"I’ll do it my way."
自分のやりかたしか わかんねーし
自分のやりかたでしか やらねーよ
死んでるみたいに生きたくない
やりたいようにやってく
それが罪だってんなら笑える
くだらない人間に なりたくねーんだ
孤独でも、かまわない
今が最高なら
過去は間違ってなかったってことさ
言葉が出てこないときには、
適当でいいよ、叫んでみなよ
English
Don’t tell me I’ve hit my limit.
Don’t decide that for me.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I don’t need a reason.
If something pisses me off,
I’ll just overwrite it.
It’s not over. This is just the beginning.
I don’t care.
I don’t know.
Just keep screaming.
I’m not planning to give up.
I don’t know what’s coming next.
If you feel like crying,
I’ll stay with you.
Doubting.
Worrying.
Getting hurt.
Enduring the pain.
Realizing I’m messed up,
in a messed-up world.
Keep dancing like a maniac
while breaking down.
Keep dancing like a maniac
while breaking down.
“Shut up. Leave me alone.”
Whatever.
I don’t need rules.
“Don’t tell me where the limit is.”
“I’m not here to disappear.”
I know it already.
There’s no meaning.
I’m putting my life on the line.
Spectators can go to hell.
Even if I’m hated,
I don’t care.
Leave me alone.
I’m living right now.
Paint over it.
“Follow everyone else?”
No thanks. I refuse.
I can only do what I want to do.
So what?
Are you going to regret it after you’re dead?
“I only know my way.”
“I’ll do it my way.”
I only understand my own way.
I’ll only do it my way.
I don’t want to live like I’m already dead.
I’ll live the way I want.
If that’s a sin, that’s a joke.
I don’t want to be a worthless person.
Even if I’m alone,
that’s fine.
If right now is the best it’s ever been,
then the past wasn’t a mistake.
When the words won’t come out,
it’s fine—just scream.