Matsuri Session at Liquid Room 7.19 2018 Zazen Boys are Mukai Shutoku : Vocal and Guitar Yoshikane Sou : Guitar Matsushita Atsushi : Drums MIYA : Bass Video by Okubo Yoshiyuki phosso1986.wix...
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冗談抜きで300回は見てるけど全く飽きない
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酒飲んで聞いてたら、学生時代をナンバーガールを聞いて過ごし、それからはZazen boys をずっと聞いて来ていることを思うと、 これからの人生もずっと向井秀徳の音楽を繰り返し聞き続けるんだとなと。予感がした。ここにいるみなさんもきっとそうなんだろうな。
@@thewantansoupclub4093 today I rode a bicycle. When I realized it, I hum a tune. So I came here. This song touch my heart. nice. nice.... ばい is Japanese (fukuoka) dialecte
I translated the lyrics directly in DEEPLE. The lyrics are about waiting under a roof for the rain to stop on a rainy summer day in Japan. I am not sure if you can understand the lyrics, as they are an abstract expression of a Japanese rainy scene and one's inner self, using metaphors. The lyrics include images of feeling depressed and gloomy on a rainy day, not being able to go outside on a rainy day, feeling that time is long, and somehow thinking about one's past and inner self. And since I am waiting for the rain to stop, it represents that it will stop raining someday and that my dark feelings will clear up someday. This song has great sound, but the lyrics are great as well. I hope the meaning can be conveyed even in fragments. Thank you for liking Japanese music. Sorry for my poor English. Below are the Lyrics. In the middle of the day when the downpour hit The asphalt has grown into a weeping mess The sky changed colors, from blue to red. And then yellow, and then yellow, and then yellow, and then yellow. The sound of the cicadas suddenly ceases, and the whole world falls silent at dusk. Each amayadori person's thoughts are pondering Not even the sound of the rain could be heard, it was silent and still, very quiet... Rainy Day... Rainy Day... Rainy Day... I've been silent, thinking about it, searching for memories... and somehow the memories are so sad. the beginning of summer was slow, and I was involved with a woman who had her eyes lined up around her eyeballs. I remember holding a woman whose feet were caught in a puddle of water that fell in the rain like standing there listening to the sound of the summer machine gun fire, meditating when the light seems to be losing its grip against the strong sun's illumination, and just doing nothing for a while, and then the sun comes up and the sun goes down and the sun goes down and the sun goes down and the sun goes down... Confronted by the repetition of summer for the umpteenth time starting from there I find the truth lurking in the depths of my confused thoughts, and the moment I sense it, the sound of the rain becomes bothersome. The sense of touch, the silent exchange of people, all the time amayadori The sound of the rain's unceasing zithering fades from my body Silence again, silence forever A man standing still, silent, lost in thought, that's me. Me and who, who knows who, who knows who, who knows who The rain that keeps falling, blue, the color of the image. yellow, in fact, the color of the image, obviously ratty to others. Memories are always in black and white. I'm silent, thinking, and searching for memories again, and again, and again. I look up at the sky, soaking wet, a stray dog barking. Beyond the cloudy sky I know I know there's a sunny world A stray dog or a stray cat, a creature of one or the other I have a memory that's either a stray dog or a stray cat. It's a sad memory. Memories are sad for some reason. Everything is sad. Everything in this world is very, very sad. The sound of water-soluble blue The sound of the rain that keeps on falling The sound of water-soluble blue The sound of the rain that keeps falling Rainy Day... Rainy Day... Rainy Day...