the story

夜明けの犬も歩けば　行き止まり
お月様を照らす　水溜まり
よけながら　ぽっかり
開いた懐に　わだかまり
何故か胸が張り裂けそうさ
喉が締め付けられるような
この要塞から抜け出ようと
試みる度に振り出しに来る
今にも落ちて来そうな空に
壊れそうな迄に　のしかかる重荷

押し潰されそうな気力
CDみたいに　傷付いて飛んだ記憶
嬉しい事も、辛い事も
別れた友、淡い過去を
諸々、想い返すだけで
熱い涙　ぽとぽと
落とす程　心が綺麗なら
きっと　別の道を歩んでるんだろう
目くるめく、変わる街を愛でるべく
項を涼しく、走るんだろう
やっと、手に入れた筈の幸せ
守るために　頑なに足枷
付けて働け、と言い聞かせ
期待してみる 虫の良い知らせ
その日暮らしの　儚さよ
夜の寝床の　暖かさよ
時の流れの　冷ややかさよ
人の身振りの　したたかさよ

だって誰もが指先は泥々
でもそろそろ魂が笑う頃
誇り捨てて積もった埃払う程　　　
景色も変わって見えるもの
人と繋がることにも税を課す
世の中で生き残って精を出す
どうか今日の願いが叶いますように
明日には気分が晴れますように

勝ち負けで決まる価値
過ちで溢れる泡の街
新聞を開けば、嘘ばかり
テレビを付けたら、空騒ぎ
そんな風に感じる時は
外に出れば、感じる一際
骨に染みる　空気の美味しさ
空に染まる　故郷の恋しさ
ああ、僕は何処に帰れば良いのか
此処でいつまで耐えれば良いのか
住めば都、されど都は去れと言う
でも誰も彼も去れずに居る
のは何故だろう　と問いかける
鳶色の夢を、追いかける
独りで天国に打ち明ける
祈りのロケットを打ち上げる
ボケッと突っ立ってるように見えて、
実はやるせなさを嘆いている
迷子のヘンゼルとグレーテル
都会の片隅で震えてる

離れる程、戻りたくなる
荷物まとめて、帰りたくなる
しこりが溶けて、柔らかくなる
変わらぬ物を、愛したくなる
本音はね、疲れちまってる
好きだけれど、嫌々やってる
本音はね、あきれ返ってる
我慢し過ぎて普通になってる
本音はね、忘れちまってる
思い出すにも出せなくなってる
本音はね、今でも待ってる
汚れててもたまに磨いてる 

そう誰もが指先は泥々
でもそろそろ魂が笑う頃
誇り捨てて積もった埃払う程
景色も変わって見えるもの
人と繋がることにも税を課す
世の中で生き残って精を出す
どうか今日の願いが叶いますように
明日には気分が晴れますように

まだ君が住むこの街に
残る想い出を集めに
雨の信号待ち　明日の雲はどんな形
無邪気に笑う子供たち
手と手を繋ぐお友達
の友達も同じ輪っかに
真っ赤に燃える旅立ちの陽

As I walk the dog of dawn it stops its tracks at a dead end
and as I dodge around the puddle reflecting the moon light
I open up my mind as I’m suddenly reminded of all the bad feelings it’s harboring

It feels for some reason like my chest is going to explode;
I always find myself back at square one
everytime I try to escape from this suffocating fortress

It still feels like the sky is going to fall down on me at any moment;
this burden keeps pushing against me to the point it feels like I’m going to break

It feels like my spirits are about to be crushed
as my memories are scratched away and skipped into oblivion like a cd
Warm tears stream down my face as I recount various memories
like those of the happy times, the hard times
the friends who have left, and the faint past
But I find solace in the fact that if your soul is clean enough to drop tears by thinking back,
than I’m probably walking a seperate path

I try to force myself into loving the dazzling and ever changing city
as I cooly breeze past this paragraph;
I’m told to bind myself into shackles and tell myself to go work
in order to protect this happiness I finally earned for myself
while I earnestly wait for good news
about the emptiness of the sunset,
the warmth of the bed at night,
the coldness of the passing of time,
and the swiftness of the human gesture.

Anyone can find themselves with muddy fingers
but it’s about time for our souls to start laughing
because you’ll be able to notice the changed scenery around you better
the more you throw away your pride and brush off the dirt that’s collected around you
Even connecting with another comes with its price
you’re forced to exert energy as you live in this world
in the hopes that your wishes of today would somehow come true
and that you’ll feel better once tomorrow is upon us.

When I feel as if one’s worth in this world is measured by whether they win or lose
in this worthless city overflowing with faults;
When I only see lies everytime I open up a newspaper
and feel that it’s always all talk whenever I turn on the TV
I step outside to feel for a second
the delicious breeze that bleaches into my bones
as my longing to go back to my hometown rides out of me into the air

Ah, what am I to do?
How much longer must I withstand life here?
They say home is where the heart is, but the heart has already long fled this place
yet everyone is still here as I wonder why that is.

I chase after beige dreams
as I send a rocket of prayers into the sky;
it may look like I’m just idly standing around
but I’m actually lamenting my inability to do anything about my status quo,
Like Hansel and Gretel, I shake in fear, lost somewhere in an obscure corner of the city.

The more detached I become the more I find myself wanting to go back;
it makes me want to pack up and just go home.
The stiffness inside my heart melts down and I become soft;
as I find myself longing to love those things that know no change
To tell you the truth, I’m all burned out;
I find myself hating something I really like
To tell you the truth, I’m starting to forget;
I can’t remember anymore no matter how hard I try.
To tell you the truth, I’m still waiting;
though I’m rusty now, I still hone myself up from time to time.

Anyone can find themselves with muddy fingers
but it’s about time for our souls to start laughing
because you’ll be able to notice the changed scenery around you better
the more you throw away your pride and brush off the dirt that’s collected around you
Even connecting with another comes with its price
you’re forced to exert energy as you live in this world
in the hopes that your wishes of today would somehow come true
and that you’ll feel better once tomorrow is upon us.

I gather up my last memories
of this city where you still live;
I wait for the rain’s signal as I wonder what tomorrow’s clouds are going to look like
The children laugh innocently,
their friends play with their hand in hand and form a circle,
as the sun of journey burns brightly in red.