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Mukai Shutoku Acoustic & Electric - Omoide In My Head / 自問自答 April 22nd, 2021

Live at Tokyo Shibuya TSUTAYA O-EAST April 22nd, 2021 All songs and lyrics by Mukai Shutoku Movie director: Okubo Yoshiyuki Live sound engineer: Itoga Takashi Audio mixed by Mukai Shutoku Lyrics translation: Leo Imai OMOIDE IN MY HEAD Morning comes without sleep Stumbling back home The early sun colours the empty train car A white-light-dream Aah Girl in school uniform You glare in the morning light and crazing blue sky I faintly open my eyes Then close Then open them again!! Reality and afterimages keep on circling And I’m there before I know it With my hands shoved into my pockets Parading down Sentimental Street There I am at 17 in my head OMOIDE in my head The morning light still white and dazzling To get myself back, I’m still and waiting It’s all getting clearer As the memories in my head drift away Come on, open I open my eyes now I’m sinking in a sentimental swirl Take me Possessed by these phantoms Knock me down And just throw me away in my head OMOIDE in my head JIMON-JITO (Self-Questioning) A Shinjuku rambling-ballad I died, slept, and awoke to a morning-glow Red Fuji Escaped a nightmare play Before I knew it, on a meat-mattress I lay This pressure I’m feeling I’ve been resigned to a life of permissive degradation Feeling the limitations of bipedal walking So I get on all fours Wild-animal style KAZEKIRI KABUKIMACHI (Kabukicho that cuts like a sword) Men ready to kill at the flick of a switch Anyone, anywhere And me, moving forward with a dull and weary head The swarm of people rushing into my vision The anger that my eyeballs see But my eyeballs pretend not to see a thing Rows of buildings In all that order he goes into hiding And all of a sudden he’s missing Frozen City ruckus Parasites causing trouble and fuss The gleaming gun-grey tip of a barrel blows a hole in the back of the head A picture of misery Misshapen beyond recognition Idle bystanders flock to stare, cold and expressionless At a loss, I quickly leave the scene Back to the beginning Over and over again Urges return, that carnal feeling Life repeating, all things are fleeting Goddamn Flashback phenomenon A vague and blurry video reflection The blackest black at 5:30AM A sense that something’s wrong all over my brain A thick student’s notebook seeped in lead-etchings An illusion that my spirit’s been cleansed My innards doing flips and spinners A total mess A shade of clean concrete sheath my mind’s colour-sense Glorified memories of that jet black hair Do you really want to see this moratorium vision of hell? Flaunting what’s juvenile Nothing clever or cute about the ramblings of this man-child In a gathering of creeps A graveyard of pallid, bluish, emotionless faces The howls of restless ghosts now but a whimper I’m so tired of my own nonsensical chatter Roaming around a lonely abyss Feeling like I’ve seen DONZOKO (rock bottom) But still I keep on, out of spite if nothing else And still, and still, and still, and still I keep on looking Keep on looking, keep on looking Looking for that feeling like my brain’s been shaken, like white-noise in my head Where can I find it? Where the hell do I find it all? I’ll rip my heart out of my body and record its beating with a microphone or something I’ll practice with the band while playing to the sound of its rhythm I’ll record the images in my head onto a Blu-ray Disc and watch it back in the middle of night with some red wine That’s my self-liberation coated thick and hard with lies I’ll question if I am who I really think I am I know, I know, I know It’s like JIMON-JITO Sunday noon I slipped into a crowd The glaring sunshine mixing with the whitest white inside a diner A young father and a little girl were biting into something that looked good She was laughing The kid was laughing Oblivious to everything in this world The kid was just laughing The peacekeeping arms in Shinjuku 3rd District The odour from a one-eyed street cat Abortions 30min mistakes at 25000yen a pop Backbiting drunks getting their fix Factions secure in their cliques Casual URAGIRI (betrayals) The stupidity of isolationists like me The inflated self-consciousness and self-regard The empty consolatory words The shame we carry a lifetime The promises abandoned The nothingness Life repeating, all things are fleeting The kids just laugh The kids just laugh Oblivious to everything in this world The kids just laugh The kids just laugh Missing Missing Missing Missing All of a sudden he’s gone into hiding Life in the Frozen City He’s gone into hiding… Hiding… Life repeating, all things are fleeting… Urges return, that carnal feeling…