鵝園亂叫

my life in 18 songs

Daydreaming, Radiohead

Dreamers
They never learn
They never learn
Beyond the point of no >return
Of no return

And it's too late
The damage is done
The damage is done

efil ym fo flah
efil ym fo flah
efil ym fo flah

Long Season(98.12.28), Fishmans

くちずさむ歌はなんだい？
思い出すことはなんだい？
くちずさむ歌はなんだい？
思い出すことはなんだい？
くちずさむ歌はなんだい？
思い出すことはなんだい？

夕暮れ時を二人で走ってゆく
風を呼んで 君を呼んで
東京の街のスミからスミまで
僕ら半分　夢の中

Weird Fishes, Radiohead

In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
You eyes, they turn me

Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?
I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
You eyes, they turn me
Turn me onto phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this
This is my chance

I get eaten by the worms
And weird fishes
Picked over by the worms
And weird fishes
Weird fishes, weird fishes

I, I hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
I, I hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
I

In California, Joanna Newsom

Well I have sown untidy furrows
across my soul but I am still a coward
Content to see my garden grow
so sweet and full of someone else's flowers

But sometimes I can almost feel the power
Sometimes I am so in love with you
Like a little clock that trembles on the edge of the hour
Only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo"

When I called you, you, little one
In a bad way
Did you love me?
Do you spite me?
Time will tell

I don't belong to anyone
My heart is heavy as an oil drum
And I don't want to be alone
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn
And I have torn my soul apart
From pulling artlessly with fool commands

Some nights I just never go to sleep at all and I stand
Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel, all alone
Bracing like the bow upon a ship and fully abandoning
Any thought of anywhere but home, my home

Only Skin, Joanna Newsom

All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone
Takes my bones, I don't need none

Come across the desert with no shoes on
I love you truly or I love no one

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
That I was the last one, last one
Clear the room, there is a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear
Could move you to such heights
Then all I can do is to, my darling, right by you

Beautiful World, Parannoul

If this whole world were someone else's dream
Will I be different from now when I wake up someday
Trapped in my own delusion
Unable to see reality properly
I walk around looking pathetic
Cover my eyes and ears again

"It's gonna be okay someday. You're gonna shine someday."

I'm so disgusted with myself getting farther away from the world
I'm afraid of the future
I make the same mistakes again and again

(I need you to protect me)

I wish no one had seen my miserable self
I wish no one had seen my numerous failures
I wish my young and stupid days to disappear forever
My precious relationships
Now they're just in the memories

White Ceiling, Parannoul

The first thing I notice when I wake up late at night
It's the white ceiling, and then my disgusting body

Yesterday's like today
Today's like tomorrow
Tomorrow's like yesterday
Nothing has changed

Even on sunday morning
Even on monday morning
Even on friday evening
Nothing has changed

A dried up cityscape
My twisted personality
My forgotten past
My distorted memories
Disturbing noise buzzing on my ears
My growing anxiety
My forgotten future
My sense becoming numb

The winter nights alone were so beautiful
I couldn't express it with anything
I just want time to stop forever
Without thinking about anything

I wish this moment was forever
Throw all the annoying things outside
The world out there is completely different
Get stuck in the bed and run away
I just run away pretending I didn't see anything
I just run away with no excuses
I build a small wall while distrusting everyone
Every time I wait, every day passes

Always, always, always

And when I wake up today, there's a white ceiling
And when I wake up yesterday, there's a white ceiling
And when I wake up tomorrow, there's a white ceiling
And when I wake up everyday, there's a white ceiling

Always, always, always

My Sputnik Sweetheart, Weatherday

@08:46

If you’re crying, know there is reason to
If you want to come in, it’s okay to
If you want to sit this one out, you could come back
If a space is too big, a room can still get small
Remember that it isn’t always your fault
Remember that a poorly drawn person can still be loved

And if you hate yourself sometimes, you are my Sputnik sweetheart, you’re for one

If you’re alone and no one’s there to see it, does it count?
Anyway, alone's too vague and relative
If you need a reference to compare with, and no one is around
If you’re painted, does it count?
If you feel so very vulnerable, and helpless in their arms
Then what’s the point in sharing your flaws?

Porcelain Hands, Weatherday

Anyway I would do anything for you
If it meant I’d get a small hint of warmth
Even when it truly felt like rooms got smaller
I would fight to stick around just in case you’d come in
You would come and knock three times on my door
I would tell you to come in and to stay
All I wanted was to be a part of your life
You’re invited so come in

Anyway I would do anything for you
If it meant I’d get a small hint of warmth
Even when it truly felt like rooms got smaller
I would fight to stick around just in case you’d come in
You would come and knock three times on my door
I would tell you to come in and to stay
All I wanted was to be a part of your life
You’re invited so come in

Seeking Darkness Pt.1, Huremic

I'm seeking darkness
I'm seeking darkness

I cannot forget
The sound of silence
I cannot forget
I cannot forget
I'm seeking darkness

I'm seeking darkness
I'm seeking darkness
I'm seeking darkness
I'm seeking darkness

Holland, 1945, Neutral Milk Hotel

But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the gun
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun, all sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

Husbands, Geese

I'll repeat what I say
But I'll never explain
So you don't have to waste your time
You don't have to waste your time
Hiking up a-hundred hills
You don't have to, but I will

Will it wash your hair clean
When your husbands all die?
Will you know what I mean?
Will you know what I mean?

There's a horse on my back
And I may be stomped flat
But my loneliness is gone
All my loneliness is gone
Oh, this horse on my back
Gives me all that I need

Falling apart, falling apart
Falling apart, falling apart

Taxes, Geese

I should burn in hell 
I should burn in hell 
But I don't deserve this 
Nobody deserves this

If you want me to pay my taxes 
If you want me to pay my taxes 
You better come over with a crucifix
You're gonna have to nail me down

Doctor, doctor! Heal yourself 
Doctor, doctor! Heal yourself 
And I will break my own heart 
I will break my own heart from now on

Agatha's Goldfish (Sparkling Water), Weatherday

Underneath a blanket, can’t feel anything
Fusing to the fabric, it’s a second skin
Carpet made of clothes
Alu cans to block the sun
Walls are getting close
I’m no longer having fun

Sorry I don’t look like I’m having fun
Half of my joy has been used for the month
I’ll sit this out or I’ll die in the sun
Half of my health has been used for the month

Ripped Apart by Hands, Weatherday

Can't recognize myself
Not that I've tried to
Bleed through every favorite place
I guess I'd like to

Can't recognize myself
Not that I've tried to
Bleed through every favorite place
I guess I'd like to

Emily, Joanna Newsom

Come on home, now, all my bones are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light

Squint skyward and listen
Loving him, we move within his borders
Just asterisms in the stars' set order
We could stand for a century
Staring with our heads cocked in the broad daylight, at this thing
Joy, landlocked in bodies that don't keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don't be
Told, take this and eat this

Told
The meteorite is the source of the light and the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite is just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

Reckoner, Radiohead

You are not to blame for
Bittersweet distractor

Because we separate
Like ripples on a blank shore
In rainbows
Because we separate
Like ripples on a blank shore
In rainbows

Reckoner
Take me with you

Videotape, Radiohead (Basement Ver.)

This is one for the good days
And I will be here
In red blue green
In red blue green
You are my centre when I spin away
Out of control
On videotap, on videotape

No matter what happens now
You shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen