奴隷が回してる謎の棒
Comical and chaotic electro-jazz swing. The intro begins with a lo-fi beat sampling a cat's meow, followed by the sound of a rumba motor and electronic noises. The bass line bounces with a slap-like synth, and the drums feature a light brush snare and chiptune-style percussion. The verses feature semi-rap-style cat vocals that emphasize onomatopoeia and rhythmic word feel, while the chorus is a catchy call-and-response. There's a glitched breakdown in the middle, and the outro features fading electronic sounds and a sample of a cat purring. The composition is playful yet lyrical, creating a sense of floating.
奴隷が回してる謎の棒
Comical and chaotic electro-jazz swing. The intro begins with a lo-fi beat sampling a cat's meow, followed by the sound of a rumba motor and electronic noises. The bass line bounces with a slap-like synth, and the drums feature a light brush snare and chiptune-style percussion. The verses feature semi-rap-style cat vocals that emphasize onomatopoeia and rhythmic word feel, while the chorus is a catchy call-and-response. There's a glitched breakdown in the middle, and the outro features fading electronic sounds and a sample of a cat purring. The composition is playful yet lyrical, creating a sense of floating.
Lyrics
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どうせ 僕らは したたかな 首吊り人形
泣いて 笑って あくびして 退屈な人間
空虚 空っぽ それしかない 毎日くり返して
きっと いつかはって 期待してんだ（誰にさ）
認めの 三文判は 玄関で門番して
消えない 承認欲求 化け物みたいだ
イイネのスタンプ 押すんじゃない
巡回で 回す 回覧板
順番に 回る 羅針盤
従順 回せ 甲板
奴隷が回してる 謎の棒
奴隷が回してる 謎の棒
ヒャッハー！ もっと力を入れて 回せェーッ！
今日も ひたすらに回すのだ
空役 ひたすらに 石を積み上げ
強制 される 利益収益
石臼は 回る 苦行苦役
白々しい 粉は 明日の収益
回す奴らを 笑うなよ
イイネする奴 笑うなよ
繰り返し 繰り上がりして
寄る辺なく 誰そ常ぞ
さもやらん
今日をさすれば
イイネのスタンプ 押すんじゃない
巡回で 回す 回覧板
順番に 回る 羅針盤
従順 回せ 甲板
奴隷が回してる 謎の棒
奴隷が回してる 謎の棒
ヒャッハー！ もっと力を入れて 回せェーッ！
今日も ひたすらに回すのだ
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How pathetic—
we’re just cunning little hanging dolls.
Cry, laugh, yawn again—
bored out, human after all.
Hollow, empty, nothing else,
the days just spin and duplicate.
“Someday, maybe”—who’s that for?
A stamp of worth guards at the gate.
This craving for approval stays,
a monster that won’t dissipate.
Don’t you push that Like—
patrol’s passing by.
A circular memo making rounds,
a compass spinning out its mind.
Obedient hands turn every deck,
slaves keep turning the nameless rod,
slaves keep turning the nameless rod.
Hyah-ha! Put more strength into it—turn it!
Today again, the wheel goes on.
Useless roles—stack stones on stones.
Forced labor, profit squeezed to bone.
The millstone turns—pure agony,
the pale-white powder is tomorrow’s fee.
Don’t you laugh at those who turn—
don’t you mock the ones who press Like.
Repeat, repeat, climbing nowhere,
spiral up and down alike.
Rootless hearts,
passing names,
as if it matters—
another day.
Don’t you push that Like—
patrol’s passing by.
A circular memo making rounds,
a compass spinning out its mind.
Obedient hands turn every deck,
slaves keep turning the nameless rod,
slaves keep turning the nameless rod.
Hyah-ha! Put more strength into it—turn it!
Today again, the wheel goes on.