#golden bomber lyrics

[gb-lyrics]

Zandaka Zero + Ore-tachi ni wa Ketsu ga Aru

Hi everyone,

I've translated two new songs: "Zandaka Zero" (recently released on Youtube) and "Ore-tachi ni wa Ketsu ga Aru" (recently released on Spotify and other streaming services).

Zandaka Zero

Ore-tachi ni wa Ketsu ga Aru

Please enjoy!

#golden bomber #golden bomber lyrics #lyrics #translations #lyric translations

[thegaynessarchives]

Made a thing (my interpretation of lyrics below cut pls read them they took so fucking long to do)

Lyrics (this took me literally three hours pls appreciate this):

Pink long nade I'm an autumn but coats bomber

Peter plum my ballers man daughter's ring us growing

She alana these god love me like me

But bein honest I don't wanna yo eeee

I can yell about cuts, buzz cooling off your dingers

Now's telling up a golden meme, a meven and stingers

There's a thing, range endings, there theft, gift of luck

And now I'm aberrant and burrows fat

Pretty wood habits, fire every bet, nose, body, no bed, hose, body, every bone

Didn't buddies, every bliss, piss buddies

Din misses, hi friss friss, smurfs, crying, no, whistle, tone, wind, wind, dee us

They become laid itchablong with me, whiff

Then maybe horroreen at night, you beef

You when what's around, we fight, dong with me, whiff

Then could you time around, tell me I fuck you? preef

Baby, come lay itchiblong with me, whiff

Baby will wreathe at night with you beef

Then when what's around, we fight, dong with me, biff

Witchy titchy town, tell me, hell me, jilk if I'm salad pretty

S

Think of wrath, words, red blinds, why if dimples?

I think it's that when future be the futon when they pimple things were

Schizo or yeet your chank fof

Lou didja bam a ee? Or tweet, you stay tough

Outwitted, if if it fell, then dick, we went sofa deenafed catch it

You can carry, not good, different bodies, Eddie b oh a patch

Buddy, look at feather pockets, so they'll bam me

Way down, that's what wondering, til the end, if we'll fester all day

Is we play we back, nose, not even a bad nose

Thought he met me with my dollar buddies, act dismiss damn

Yeah, and this is my fist pissed first

Catterton, lost to be loved, and busy now

Baby, come lay, itchiblong with me, whiff

Baby doll reeeeing wool that bite you, weef

When we bust hoot out, we'll find dome with me, whiff

Could you time around? Tell me, I fuck you creep

Babygirl lay, itchiblong with me, whiff

Baby doll, reeee hurt at night, you, weef

And we whats hoot out, you'll find dung with me, whiff

Itchy twitchy town

Tell me, tell me, still, if I'm salad pluty

Walking with a scone legs, breaks and set sun

Ease small brown, lost your punch to cool

With the new tears, warmer, move, groove

Or stew, don't use sins, what's that?

sneeze

Those two need seats, bleed, and know eats a

Sequins, dream at pigeons, flower, fair your

Guess I fear and look tiara

J

Deadly sack to paint sedra, BOOB, every

Ready body, know that, knows nut in every bad

Oh, slutty suckerfish, like, nah, like, fuck you BBPT

This is my friend, this is her stem

Think, any, my bin, missus first, every

Think, anybody, know that, knows buddy every many

Ghost daddies every wrong teen lies

Maz biz, wife and misses first, I break their no ring

I'll now actly vicious

Baby chin finish, itchiblong yo lay it

Baby, with, me, with, that, right, goal reeee ith

Ow and, Q, if I'm wrong, what's it out with?

Could you to me tell me life ow row free

Baby ghh you, could you blonga lay with

Baby, with me with, that, light, go reeee whiff

After you brought a gun to death stin

Could you to me, tell me help me, who'd you tell, oh

Go what so tell me would you tall the bowl that's round with

sneeze

We got to die, let's reee pew I,

sneeze

We'll dawn above, let's round with, but just oh, me

And his height, let's do light

You

Wou gee conga, lay with baby

Hey with that right, no reeeee, lift

After hear all of thought with deaths with goochy

Ee, tell me, tell me,

Could you cow how

Could you, could you tell me? e

#not tma #jfc what am I doing with my life #will wood #the normal album #well better than the alternative #beats 2 and 4 switched meme #pls watch it I spent too long on this shit #Youtube

[eartosoul]

Episode 5 - Sora

For Sora, energetic music is what gives her motivation during hardships. Songs that sonically sound uplifting, particularly from the soundtracks of her favorite animes, are especially comforting and dear to her heart. 

This playlist is made with thoughts of her late dog, Miki. She notes that the English songs are included mostly for “the vibes”. The chosen Japanese-sung ones provide impactful lyrics. Something that is truly important as everyone deserves good days. 

Attached are also brief descriptions to some of her song choices. 

NOTE: I have edited some of the grammar and phrasing for privacy reasons. 

GOLDEN BOMBER - らふぃおら 

Lafiora (romanized song title) was actually written for the 2011 Japan earthquake. I looped the hell out of it during the peak of my depression.

Wacci - ワンセット 

I love One Set (romanized and english translation of the song title). The lyrics describe how “happiness and sadness come together in a set” - How you can be sad now, but happiness will surely come again. 

BURNOUT SYNDROMES - ヒカリアレ 

Hikariare (the romanized spelling of the song title) literally means “let there be light”. When directly translated, a lyric in the song is: “let’s call your determination and strength ‘light’.” 

SPYAIR - イマジネーション

BURNOUT SYNDROMES’s Hikariare (romanized spelling of the song title) and SPYAIR’s Imagination (english translation of the song title) are the opening theme songs for the anime I watch called ‘Haikyuu!!’. Both the anime and songs are very precious to me. Like the songs itself, the anime’s story is very positive and inspiring. Additionally, these two songs are about determination.

Duke Dumont - Ocean Drive  

The kinda song I wanna listen to on a long midnight drive.

#Spotify #playlist #song recommendation #music #mixtape

[lovegenom]

when your happy....you listen to the music...when your sad.....you get the lyrics

*listening to doutei ga by golden bomber*

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"....THE TITLE TRACK IS UNADULTERATED CLASSIC MOTÖRHEAD."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a vintage French postcard design and promotional poster for MOTÖRHEAD's fifth studio album, "Iron Fist," released under the Bronze label in April 1982.

MINI-OVERVIEW: "Iron Fist" is a good MOTÖRHEAD album, though admittedly not a great one. There are some solid cuts to be had here; the title track is unadulterated classic MOTÖRHEAD. “America” is a classic anthem that deserves more credit. “Loser” features some of “Fast” Eddie Clarke’s best riffage. “(Don’t Need) Religion” is another gritty rock classic with memorable lyrics as only our pal Lemmy could deliver. There are definitely a handful of solid cuts to be had here, as a listener will discover.

That said… if you have listened to "Overkill," "Bomber," or "Ace of Spades," you are bound to be underwhelmed. On those albums, almost every single track was a killer. On this album… there are some good cuts, but there are a lot of “ho-hum” moments where you will find yourself waiting for something to recapture your attention. Honestly, it is a good album with its share of solid cuts, but it just feels bland and uninspired compared to the stuff from the band’s “golden years” that came prior. There were better albums before… and better albums after, too."

-- Z ROCKR, "MOTÖRHEAD -- Looking Back at 1982’s "Iron Fist"!, by Taylor Carlson, November 2015

Sources: https://shopthrilling.com/products/motorhead-iron-fist-lemmy-rock-postcard-ebullitions-rare-htf-unused and Tinnitist.

#MOTÖRHEAD1982 #IronFist1982 #1980s #MOTÖRHEAD #Motörmusic #Metalpunk #1982MOTÖRHEAD #Rocknroll #IronFist #IronFistLP #IronFist1982LP #Rock'n'roll #Rockandroll #Heavymetal #PowerTrio #PosterArt #Postcard #PhilthyAnimal #FastEddieClarke #LemmyKilmister

[deepforestsong]

Do you ever feel like you want to disappear? By disappear I mean as in change the physical nature of your body so that every last cell in your body is transformed into something else. In Iain M. Banks's Culture series of novels, the highest level a species can achieve is level 9, sublimation. At this stage the species transcends their physical presence to become something else, something different. Stardust maybe, or atoms more elemental to the universe in which they live. For the past several months, I have had this lingering feeling that if I could, I would transcend somehow and leave my physical body behind for good. Pure energy, for example, no longer bound to a physical body and all the ailments that come along with it, but it's not just physical sensation I wish to leave behind, but memory. I would like to forget my past journeys and experiences, erase my presence and memory from everyone I know and just be. Like light traveling through space from a dying star, or a grain of sand. "We are stardust, we are golden We are billion-year-old carbon And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden"

This lyric is from Joni Mitchell's song, Woodstock, written by her because she could not perform at the festival in upstate NY in 1969 and yet she wished to capture what the promise of such an event held for her in her mind. The band Crosby, Stills and Nash were there and they recorded Joni's song and made it a very big hit. The message is admirable, opening with the idea that we are all children of God with an innate higher purpose. The lyrics end on a note of hope and an image I still find appealing: "And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies Above our nation."

Wouldn't that be nice? If a bomber jet bound for the (then) Vietnam War can turn into a butterfly then it should be possible for any of us to transcend just by the power of thought and will alone. For me, I believe for this to be possible we also need to reconnect with the idea of impermanence and non-attachment, two important teachings we learn from buddhism and taoism in the East. When I write about wishing to be free of memory, part of this is a desire to be free of my attachment to those memories and the prison they have the power to create. Living in the moment sounds simple but it is the most difficult thing I think a human being can attempt to do. It involves nothing less than transformation, non-attachment and the will to embrace impermanence. Every day I do my best to keep trying, starting with a deep breath and a centering meditation that allows me to be grateful for this moment and for my force of will which can be a source of love in the world. "Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, "Tell me, where are you going?" And this he told me

Said, "I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm Gonna join in a rock 'n' roll band Got to get back to the land Set my soul free"

We are stardust, we are golden We are billion-year-old carbon And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden."

[sweetcoldfoam]

また君に番号を聞けなかった Mata kimi ni bango wo kikenakatta (Golden Bomber) English Translation

家へ帰る電車に今日もまた乗ってしまった

I ended up riding the train home again

いつものように　いつも通りに

In the same way, like always

会える日は深刻なほど限られているのに

Even though the days I can meet you are becoming severely limited

ちょっとだけ話せただけで満たされちゃったんだ

I was satisfied with just being able to talk to you a little

…

家に着いて押し寄せる後悔、自虐思考

When I arrive home, regrets and thoughts of hurting myself wash over me

チャンスはあった、確かにあった

なのに、なのに…

I had a chance, I definitely had a chance, but yet, but yet...

また君に番号を聞けなかった

I couldn’t ask for your phone number again

また会える日があるから

Another day will come when I can meet you

後に回してしまった

After it I thought about it

勇気が無くて

I don’t have any courage

一通り悔しがって　ちょっとだけ落ち着いたら

I regret it all, if I calm down even a little,

話せた内容を思い返し悶える

I will agonize over how little I was able to say

その言葉、僕にくれた表情一つで

With those words and that expression you gave me,

僕の世界に花���咲き渡る

Flowers bloomed in my world

昨晩フトンで決意した言葉は

The words I decided on while in bed last night

いざ君を目の前にしたら何故か言えない

If you’re right in front of me, I just can’t say them for some reason

また今日も番号を聞けなかった

I couldn’t ask for your phone number again today

またね、と言ってサヨナラ

Saying goodbye, “See you”

今日も可愛かったなぁ…

You were cute today too...

って、↑こんな具合で

My condition goes ↑

次、明日、また今度。って

I say next time, tomorrow, some other time.

君が居なくなってから後悔しても遅いのに

Even if I regret it, it’s too late, because you’re gone

絶対辛いのに

Though it’s so painful

また君に番号を聞けなかった！

I couldn’t ask for your phone number again!

話すだけで汗が出た！

Even just talking made me sweat!

目を合わせられないくらい

I can’t even make eye contact

君が愛おしくて

You’re so lovely

彼氏とかは居るのかな？

Do you have a boyfriend?

休みは何してるのかな？

What are you doing for break?

僕をどう思ってるかな？

What do you think about me?

聞きたいことだらけ…

There’s so much I want to ask...

080の方かな？

Is your area code 080?

ドコモかなエーユーかな？

Do you use Docomo or AU? *(Japanese mobile phone operators)

待ち受けは美輪さんかな？

Is your wallpaper Miwa-san?

君を知りたくて

I want to know you

君を知りたくて

I want to know you

君の、君の番号を入れるためだけに僕の赤外線受信部はあるんだ。

Just to get your phone number, I have an infrared receiver.

普段の何気ないこと等を電話で話したり

Talking on the phone about normal, casual things,

道に居た猫の写真を送って「可愛いね♥」と愛で合ったりして

Sending a picture of a cat on the street with "Isn't it cute♥", doing lovey things like that

少しずつ、少しずつ君を知り、少しずつ君との距離を縮めて行き、

And then little by little, little by little I’ll know you, little by little I’ll get closer to you

そしていつか、いつか、いつかゆくゆくはそう、

And someday, someday, someday,

いや、しかしそれには、

No, because for that,

そのためには大好きな君に番号を…、

For that, I have to ask for your- my beloved---

君に番号を聞かなくてはならない！

I have to ask for your phone number!

それがどれだけ怖いことかおわかり頂けるであろうか？

Can’t you see how scary that is?

もし、もし断られたら、もし断られたら僕はもう死んでしまいたいくらいだ！

And if, if you reject me, if you reject me, I’ll just want to die!

どうすればいいんだ？

What should I do?

どうすればいいんだ？

What should I do?

殺してくれ！もういっそ僕を殺してくれよ！

Please kill me! Please just kill me now!

君の美しい手で僕を！

Please kill me with your beautiful hands!

#golden bomber #i had a lot of fun with this one #no i dont know what って、↑こんな具合で is actually supposed to mean #it was in the official lyrics so #translation #lyrics #japanese

[gb-kissme]

GB Translations!!

Yan’ya Yan’ya Night〜Odoro yo 

Kataomoi de ii 

Finally finished with No Music No Weapon ...

Next I’ll be doing “Koujou” and “Donmai” 

Feel free to PM if there’s a GB song you really want translated!!

#Golden Bomber #lyric update

[kyotakumrau]

The World Unknown to Matsuko aired April 6th.

Music that ended up evolving A LOT in the age of social media Special: "The World of Visual-kei bands"

(I'll be just doing the main points of the program)

They start with introducing Fujitani Chiaki (藤谷千明) who's been following v-kei world as a fan and a column writer for 25 years now ('a former Self Defense Force member who came to love over 100 bands in 25 years').

The slogan on the screen that accompanies this is 'The great pick up of ultimate bands starting from legends to evolving styles (kei)'.

Chiaki's life changed after she saw LUNA SEA's "ROSIER" in junior high. When she was 18 Kuroyume announced they're stopping activities and shocked she decided to enter Jieitai (but it was also because there were very few employment chances in her hometown).

A message Chiaki wants to convey the most in the program: "I'm fed up with realistic times, let's experience the extraordinary more".

Matsuko commented that she also thought that the entertainment in Japan is very plain/reserved, that's why she thought about visual kei, she brought up Sawada Kenji (ジュリー). They talked about using make up talking about Kpop as well, that v-kei is so different.

Next came teaser "tremendously popular in the 90s" - "the word 'Visual Kei' became established overseas" (as background here they showed dir's footage and some foreign fans wearing vkei style).

Chiaki: nowadays Japanese people have an image of Visual-kei as 'old', 'scary', 'behind the times' and they both talk about tylhe extraordinary being important.

Next part "after 22 years the time has come when Visual-kei is necessary!" They talk about the chronology board prepared by Chiaki, she also explained that the genre was born in 89 with X and the term visual came from X's PSYCHEDELIC VIOLENCE CRIME OF VISUAL SHOCK.

1994 faced restructuring and unemployment crisis, they showed LUNA SEA's TRUE BLUE and commented how popular it got. 'how did Visual-kei fare in such difficult times?'

Matsuko brought up SHAZNA - everyone was shocked then how cute the vocalist was.

Then they talked about 1999 and Nostradamus and end of century, Chiaki sees 1999 as a peak of visual-kei. They talked about GLAY's legendary show at Makuhari with 200,000 people (they also show their best album sales, about 4,870,000 (the top 3rd in Japan)) and how much media attention it got.

Another legendary show that was held that year was LUNA SEA's 10th anniversary with a stage that costed hundred millions of yen. That stage got destroyed just 3 days before the concert due to a typhoon but band decided to go on with plan and held the concert as planned.

(haha I can totally see Chiaki's sparkling when she talks about LUNA SEA😆)

"Totally necessary for these times! Introduction of the legendary bands immersed in the extraordinary":

🌙MALICE MIZER: 'immersed in extraordinary with super extravagant costumes! ultimate visuals with extreme beauty'

Matsuko commented that performance (from merveilles~終焉と 帰趨~l'espace) looks like Takarazuka. Chiaki said that for the sake of worldview they don't play instruments on stage and that Sho Kiryuuin from Golden Bomber was very influenced by them.

Matsuko said that fans of course want to see the artist perform, but also are happy to see them dance, that visual-kei is infinite.

Matsuko also compared Mana to Marie Antoinette.

🌹Chiaki then introduced Versailles as a band that still pursues such worldview. They are dressed as French aristocrats, are very popular abroad especially in France.

💀DIR EN GREY: 'extraordinary performance going to the very end'

Matsuko knows dir, Chiaki explained for the audience about their major debut with 3 singles produced by YOSHIKI, that they are popular overseas as well as in Japan. They express 'human pain' and 'the darkness of the heart', the peak of extraordinary. Chiaki talked about the situation with M Stage program when the tv got complains from parents after their kids cried seeing dir on tv, Mstage was on tv just before Crayon Shin-chan and many ended up seeing one of dir's songs (I love how someone burst out laughing in the studio here😂). Matsuko asked what kind of performance was it:

"The following footage contains material not suitable for all audiences"🤣🤣🤣

and of course it's 残-ZAN-

Chiaki: The shock received in your own living room...

Matsuko: certainly, suddenly seeing this kind of deathmetal

Matsuko: something that Tamori (Kazuyoshi Morita, tv celebrity/presenter/comedian) could suddenly introduce

the commentary: 'and even in recent performances' (they proceed to show dir's live footage from DSS in Nippon Budokan)

Chiaki comments that as dir's lyrics are about the pain and extraordinary, and how cathartic can be a very intense show, and she really loves how 'we love the extraordinary in order to deal with the ordinary life' (yes😭❤️)

Matsuko: ... really? But they have songs so deathmetal like. Ok, I guess I'll check them out.

Chiaki: I just heard from the staff that dir's vocalist, Kyo, is a fan of this program and is watching every week.

Matsuko: who's here connected with the band?? (asking the studio people)

Staff (from behind camera): when getting permission [to show dir's footage] I was told that.

Matsuko: so in a sense I'm deathmetal too. Ok, I think that's it.

Next the program moves on to "a mystery hot pot eaten in the dark of performance incorporating all trends and fashion"

Matsuko: is 'Yaminabe performance' a band's name? Ah, ok, no, we're changing the topic!

Chiaki explains that it's difficult to explain what visual-kei bands are like now because there are so many elements.

They show the Raid (manga style) and Kiryuu (Japanese horror) as examples of the 2nd generation of evolving visual style, and what elements entered visual-kei: rap, dance, underground idols, Japanese kimono, ???

Matsuko: is the bottom right visual-kei??

Chiaki: has common elements (くくり)

●they show NOCTURNAL BLOODLUST and talk about their image and Hiro, the vocalist. the ??? gets changed into 'muscles', they comment on change in the expectation that musicians are very skinny.

Matsuko comments she personally likes the look of the 'underground idols', like what are they actually doing there?

●They show 0.1gの誤算 performance and Chaki explained anything can happen there. They also showed their recent show where fans prerecorded their shouts and member calling on their phones to play them when loud response is not allowed due to covid.

●Alice9 represents 'dance' element.

●CHOKE represents 'rap'

●Mogamigawa Tsukasa for 'kimono', the drummer in THE MICRO HEAD 4N'S who's singing enka.

The 2nd half of the program introduced humanbeatbox topic (very cool to watch but no report from that part😅)

#dir en grey #luna sea #x-japan #malice mizer #gackt #glay #shazna #golden bomber #Versailles #the raid. #己龍 #アリス九號 #nocturnal bloodlust #0.1gの誤算 #choke #the micro head 4n's #translation

[wrennotrobin]

COACHELLARRY WEEKEND 2

wedding bells!!! same nature scenes

outfit?

ITS RED AND A BOMBER JACKET AND LEATHER AND SILVER WHAT IS THIS I LOVE IT TATTOOS ON DISPLAY HS ON HIS ASS STRAWBERRIES AND CHERRIES

as it was

me: *bounces on my bed as harry runs down the stairs* GO OFF CROWD!! Y'ALL KNOW THE LYRICS 'M SO PROUD *casually strips down to a vest* - we get it, your love story is tattooed on your chest and arms, yeah yeah HE SOUNDS SO CONFIDENT IN THIS SONG NOW WE LOVE TO HEAR IT!!

adore you

THE LOW REGISTER I AM DEAD ELIN IS MY FAVORITE HUMAN EVER

*speech!!!*

golden

"i’m hoping that someday i could be open" me: hears unreleased lyrics changed to "i could be open" from "he/we could be open" from tour me: sobs

carolina

*sticks tongue out* no moans!!!

woman

*dances like a maniac on the catwalk* MITCH GO THE FUCK OFF YOU GUITAR JESUS YOU please turn that piano down and mitch up

THIS IS FOR ALL THE BOYFRIENDS

BOYFRIENDS

"my respectful kings and queens" FUCK YEAH I'M A QUEEN

cherry

weird little whistle pop thing

lights up

DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE? the note changes?? - i am weak IS THAT FUCKING BLUE GREEN LIGHTS I SEE??? skippity skips across the stage

IS THAT FUCKING MEDICINE - it was indeed fucking medicine that began to play. i know that drum count in and guitar chord progression better than anyone in a 5 mile radius.

MEDICINE

i mean at least the crowd nailed the words his hip thrusts on ride it - THATS FUCKING OBSCENE THIS IS A FAMILY-ISH SHOW NOTE CHAnGES it also seems sped up also there was minimal mic grinding. what happened. did jeff tell him to stop assaulting the mic? that was the least sexual version of medicine ever done and that's saying something.

"COACHEEELLLLAAA"

harold you sneaky fucker.

“i am in a fantastic mood” - harry

"i am not. y'know why? because i just had to watch medicine through a computer screen. that's why." - me at some point

“he’s a prick really” - harry talking about tom, who's b-day was last night

canyon moon

COWBOYRRY gay space cowboy. GLASSES!! brass section is back!! "YEAOOWWW" FLY THAT RAINBOW FLAG HAROLD HIGHER that was kinda depressing

TPWK

THE SECURITY GRABBING THE THING OFF STAGE BEFORE HE COULD PICK IT UP- BUNNY EARS I CAN’T HE’S SO CUTE

I WILL SURVIVE WITH LIZZO

THEY’RE DANCING IN FUR COATS I LOVE THEM THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY THIS IS HAPPENING IN 2022?? AFTER MRS. GLORIA GAYNOR HERSELF WAS CONFIRMED AS A LARRIE LAST YEAR???

what makes you beautiful WITH LIZZO!!!

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN A VERY LONG TIME THAT HE'S NOT ALONE IN SINGING IT they fucking smashed that

“i’m absolutely exhausted”

“four songs left. the first one is called late night talking”

 late night talking

 he did start flat, but recovered quite well. it’s okay.  *coughs* ha

*harry talking to the crowd*

"do you guys know the words to this one?"

*me in my room at 1 am*

"HAROLD THATS THE ONLY ONE THEY DO KNOW COME ON NOW"

watermelon sugar

note changes!! harry please don’t kill your voice i honestly love watermelon sugar in his lower register

long ass intro. but we all know what it is. 

kiwi

*baptizes crowd* MITCH AND SARAH GO THE FUCK OFF *coke sniff* he looks so tired

thoughts about kiwi:

i don't know why but that felt super fast, like he couldn't wait to get it over with  the vibes just weren't the same if that makes any sense? don't get me wrong that was fucking intense to watch, but i honestly feel like tour kiwi was on another level that this could never even come close to touching

end of show speech!

"this is such a massive moment to me" "thank you for making this so special" "be kind to yourself, take care of yourself, i love you all so much"

sign of the fucking times

*sobs* the low register does something else to my brain i don't know why it's so gorgeous and smooth; just his pure almost gravelly tone down there is outstanding

in conclusion:

what the fuck harry

#harry styles #one direction #coachella #coachellarry #i will survive #fine line

[imasallstars]

The cover art and track details for「THE IDOLM@STER MASTER ARTIST 4　10~13」albums has been revealed and they are set to be released on 16th of June 2021. Each album will consist of a new solo song, two covers, solo versions of the group song, as well as various drama tracks

MASTER ARTIST 4　10　如月千早 (cv. Asami Imai)

Tr.01　Coming Smile 　Lyrics: Yuriko Mori　Music: Yuki Utamaru　Arrange: yamazo Tr.02 　Talk 1 Tr.03 　Singer 　Lyrics&Music: KOKIA 　Orignal Singer(s): KOKIA Tr.04 　Hello 　Lyrics&Music: Takashi Matsumoto 　Orignal Singer(s): AJISAI Tr.05 　Talk 2 Tr.06 　Seriously…!? 　Lyrics: BNSI (Kuboken Etou)　Music: BNSI (Takafumi Sato) Tr.07 　Talk 3 Tr.08 　New Me, Continued 　Lyrics: Yuta Yashiro 　Music: Shunryuu　Arrange: Sizuk Tr.09 　Talk 3 Tr.10　Update　off vocal [BONUS DRAMA] Tr.09　 Serial Radio Novel “765 Story ~Episode 10 ‘Something Small, And Irreplacable’~”

MASTER ARTIST 4　11　萩原雪歩 (cv. Azami Asakura)

Tr.01　Budding Season 　Lyrics&Music&Arrange: Maoki Yamamoto Tr.02 　Talk 1 Tr.03 　SPIRIT 　Lyrics: Yuki Mizuhara　Music: Masazumi Ozawa 　Orignal Singer(s): PAMELAH Tr.04 　Sakura Viewing Hill 　Lyrics: Mitsumi Nomiyama, Syoko Suzuki 　Music: Mitsumi Nomiyama, Keiji Nagashima 　Orignal Singer(s): Local Bus Tr.05 　Talk 2 Tr.06 　Seriously…!? 　Lyrics: BNSI (Kuboken Etou)　Music: BNSI (Takafumi Sato) Tr.07 　Talk 3 Tr.08 　New Me, Continued 　Lyrics: Yuta Yashiro 　Music: Shunryuu　Arrange: Sizuk Tr.09 　Talk 3 Tr.10　Update　off vocal [BONUS DRAMA] Tr.09　 Serial Radio Novel “765 Story ~Episode 11 ‘Sing For Me’~”

MASTER ARTIST 4　12　水瀬伊織 (cv. Rie Kugimiya)

Tr.01　Sonar 　Lyrics&Music&Arrange: BNSI (Sho Okada) Tr.02 　Talk 1 Tr.03 　Kind Feeling 　Lyrics&Music: Chara 　Orignal Singer(s): Chara Tr.04 　If You Want Me To Be Your Girlfriend 　Lyrics&Music: Koresawa 　Orignal Singer(s): Koresawa Tr.05 　Talk 2 Tr.06 　Seriously…!? 　Lyrics: BNSI (Kuboken Etou)　Music: BNSI (Takafumi Sato) Tr.07 　Talk 3 Tr.08 　New Me, Continued 　Lyrics: Yuta Yashiro 　Music: Shunryuu　Arrange: Sizuk Tr.09 　Talk 3 Tr.10　Update　off vocal [BONUS DRAMA] Tr.09　 Serial Radio Novel “765 Story ~Episode 12 ‘Stardom!’~”

MASTER ARTIST 4　13　双海真美 (cv. Asami Shinoda)

Tr.01　Sexy Typhoon 　Lyrics: Yoshie Isogai　Music: BNSI (Yusuke Kudo) 　Arrange: Chihiro Tamaki Tr.02 　Talk 1 Tr.03 　New Treasure Island 　Lyrics&Music: Ichiro Yamaguchi 　Orignal Singer(s): Sakanaction Tr.04 　Cowardly 　Lyrics&Music: Sho Kiryuin 　Orignal Singer(s): Golden Bombers Tr.05 　Talk 2 Tr.06 　Seriously…!? 　Lyrics: BNSI (Kuboken Etou)　Music: BNSI (Takafumi Sato) Tr.07 　Talk 3 Tr.08 　New Me, Continued 　Lyrics: Yuta Yashiro 　Music: Shunryuu　Arrange: Sizuk Tr.09 　Talk 3 Tr.10　Update　off vocal [BONUS DRAMA] Tr.09　 Serial Radio Novel “765 Story ~Final Episode ‘The Girl Who Became A Star’~”

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Ningen da + Yeah! Meccha Stress

Hey everyone! It's been a while, but the boys are back, and so am I (^-^)

Ningen da / 人間だ (MV)

Yeah! Meccha Stress / Yeah!めっちゃストレス (MV)

I hope you guys enjoy these as much as I'm enjoying them!

#golden bomber #lyrics #golden bomber lyrics #translations #lyric translations #ningen da #yeah! meccha stress

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 5

Previous: Codename First Heartbreak 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X OFC/PI, Mentions of Kim Seokjin X OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Light Strangers to Lovers AU

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Legal Alcohol Consumption

Summary: The search for Kim Seokjin begins, and our PI makes an unexpected acquaintance. 

Searching for Seokjin 

Present Day

         I’ll admit, the heartbreak Euna endured at the hands of Kim Seokjin felt a little too real, a little too personal, a little too familiar. Reading the chapters in her manifesto that detailed the love she had for him, reminded me of listening to Kacey Musgrave’s first album and asking, to no one in particular, who hurt you?

        Whether or not he realized it, their five-month triste had set in motion the ways in which Euna moved through her relationships with men. It was clear that their college love story created deep seated insecurity, one that caused her to shy away from dating. Shy away, and then lean in fully and totally in a manner that would make Charles Manson go “whoa step back”. But that’s a story for later, because Seokjin never felt the extend of Euna’s love. No, that was reserved for Min Yoongi. But again, a story for another time.  

        Kim Seokjin, being first on the list, was the first man I wanted to track down. He had practically no social media presence, no LinkedIn or job profiles, no known address. All Euna had to go off of was he worked at some bank in New York, but that was after graduation. Five years later, she didn’t know if he’d still be there.

        “Hi, I am calling for a Mr. Kim,” I say into my phone.

        “Which Mr. Kim would you be referencing?” The receptionist asks.

        “Kim Seokjin,” I respond.

        “Hmm, I do not have a Kim Seokjin in the directory,” She says.

        “Do you happen to have a forwarding number or address?” I ask.

        “No, unfortunately not. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

        “No, thank you,” I hang up and gently set my phone on my desk. Of course, he didn’t still work there, what promising young man would stay at a mid-tier firm when he had the potential for such greatness, as Euna described?

        I pick up my phone and dial my favorite number.

        “If this is to ask me to search something for you illegally, the answer is no,” My sister says, not bothering to begin our chat with any formality.

        “C, you know I have full access to the state database,” I remind her, twirling in my chair.

        “Then what’s your question?” She demands.

        “I need a national search,” I inform her.

        “No,” C says.

        “Come on, please?” I ask.

        “No,” She says again.

        “You know you’re the golden child, mom and dad already love you more, so can you help me out?” I plead.

        “You get one chance a year to use the ‘mom and dad’ card,” She reminds me.

        “Sis, this is an extenuating circumstance,” I tell her.

        “Lies,” She responds.

        “I’ll pay you,” I offer.

        “You do know the NSA taps these phones?” She whispers, knowing full well I do.

        I laugh a little too hard, “Then why are you absolutely dragging me?”

        “I can’t,” She tells me, voice returning to normal volume.

        “Fine.” I say, fingers moving swiftly over the keypad of my phone.

        “Why do you insist on putting me on speaker?” She groans.

        “It’s easier, I have many things to do,” I remind her.

        “Sure, you do, like find the pennies you lost in the couch. Still enough for rent, right?”

        “You can be such a bitch, you know that?” I snap.

        “You still coming out with us on Friday?” She changes subjects fluidly.

        “Well, I wasn’t-

        “You are coming, when’s the last time you, you know, hooked up?” She asks delicately.

        “I thought we were being tapped?” I laugh callously.

        “No no, that’s what you’re not doing,” She reciprocates.

        “You’re the worst, and I hate you,” I tell her.

        “Wear something revealing,” She suggests.

        “Don’t slut shame me,” I say.

        “You’re insufferable,” She responds.

        “Love you, mean it,” I tell her.

        “Love you, mean it,” She replies.

        If I know my sister, and I do, better than she realizes, tonight at the club she’ll have the information I need, the information to help me find not only Kim Seokjin, but the lot of them.

~~~~~

        Dressing in what my sister would ultimately call a boring, going to work outfit, I hopped into the Uber. I knew better than to drive, the full extent of the evening outlined in detail in a message from C. She always planned elaborate nights out, which resulted in black outs, drunk hook ups and dirty dancing. C wanted the nights to remain perfect blurred memories, fuzzy in our minds, growing more and more hazy as the years progressed. She knows well enough to schedule them quarterly, if not twice a year max, maintaining their elusiveness. She invites only the best of the best, her favorite people, and being the single younger sister, I am the pet project of all her married friends. It’s fucking excruciating. I would rather be shaving my legs dry than spend a drunken night with her friends who all remember me as the braces wearing tween they met me as.

        Tonight, will be no different.

        I enter the club, no cover, and slip my bomber jacket off as I walk towards the bar. My sister sits on a stool, laughing uproariously at her girlfriends, shoulders exposed as she downs what I’m assuming is a Lemon Drop. Spotting me, she waves.

        “You’re here!” She yells and eyes me up and down. “So glad you tried.”

        “I put make up on,” I tell her, blinking my eyes slowly enough that she can see the shadow and attempt at eyeliner. “I’m even wearing foundation.”

        “Wow, and what tween did you learn that from?” She asks, flagging down the bartender.

        I don’t dignify her question with a response, in turn favoring the bartender. He stares at me expectantly, “Tequila, shaken,” I turn to count the party, “Ten shots.”

        He nods before grabbing what I assume is the cheapest tequila from the shelf.

        “For you?” Elise asks.

        “For all of us,” I say winking. The bartender sets the shots down before asking if I want to close my tab. I nod, handing him my card without thinking.

        “Really? Two shots and you’re done for the night?” C asks me.

        “No, I just won’t be paying for them,” I reply laughing. Together we down our shots before turning to the dance floor. It’s a mess of sweating bodies, the neon lights illuminating fractions of everyone’s face, a nose here, an ear there, lips entangled over the beat of a Dua Lipa song. Clothing, soaked to the bone, clinging relentlessly onto everyone’s skin as they sweat through the music, liquor moving their limbs in wild gestures, inhibitions down, booties dropping. It’s euphoria and chaos, pleasure and sin.

        I fucking love it.

        My sister and I, though very different, have always had a shared love of dancing. Music bumping through speakers, full volume never being enough, in our blood. A part of us from our father, uniting our waring personas across decades, across the globe, and tonight, across the floor. Is there anything as blissful as dancing, hips swaying, arms overhead, lungs burning as we shout the lyrics. Heavenly.

        I retreat from the dance floor to the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to notice my presence.

        “You look so happy out there,” A man says from behind me. I turn, surprised to see someone seated on the stool behind me. I truly almost sat on him.

        “Oh, hi, yeah, thanks,” I reply, smiling softly.

        “Do you think you could spare me a dance?” He asks, blush coating his cheeks.

        “Tell me this,” I say, eyes absorbing his Bambi like orbs, “How many fingers does Yoda have?”

        “Depends, which movie you’re talking about,” He smiles, and I swear I’ve been shot in the heart. No one should be this stunning in a dimly lit club, which means he’s going to be breathtaking in the light of day.

        “So how many?” I repeat.

        “Three in one film, two in another,” His nose scrunches.

        “Are you a nerd or just really into bar trivia?” I ask.

        “A bit of both,” He’s still smiling, and I’m wounded again.

        “Good to know,” I laugh lightly.

        “Can I buy you a drink?” He offers.

        “I thought you wanted a dance,” I remind him, winking.

        “Can I have both?” He asks, left eyebrow raising.

        “Depends,” I say smirking.

        “On?”

        “What are you drinking?” I ask.

        “Is this your game? Ask me questions to extrapolate information so you can decide if you’re interested?” He doesn’t mean to blast me, but he does.

        “Oo, you do read me so well,” I wink, a poor attempt at keeping any pretense or posture intact. “Tequila shot, shaken, lemon wedge, no salt.”

        He orders two shots and looks me over.

        “You’re gorgeous,” He says, sincerity in his eyes.

        “You are too,” I reply, eliciting a laugh from him.

        “Are you usually this forthcoming?”

        “Absolutely not, when you get to know me, you’ll see how closed off I truly am,” I thank the bartender before grabbing my shot. “To strangers in bars,”

        “And lovers amongst the stars,” He replies.

        “Shakespeare?” I smile again before tossing my shot back. “How’s about that dance?”

        “On one condition,” He stands, towering over me, his black hair moving like a curtain in front of his eyes.

        “What could that possibly be?” I ask, hand already reaching for his.

        “Tell me your name,” He uses his new hold on my hand to pull me close to him, chests pressing against one another’s.

        I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my already flushed cheek against his. “Y/N,” I say, lips grazing his decorated ear.

        He turns slightly, ensuring my cheek remains against his. “Jungkook,” His voice is husky, deep and resonating. It shivers through my body, the heat from him mixing with the anticipation building. Pulling away, he smiles again, “Let’s dance.”

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 1

#jeon jungkook #BTS #BTS fanfic #Jeon Jungkook fanfic #Jeon Jungkook drabble #Jeon Jungkook story #BTS drabble #BTS secret agent #codename cupid #code name cupid #spy au #government agent au #angst #fluff #strangers to lovers #siblings #kim seokjin #Kim Seokjin fanfic #thebtswritersclub #ficswithluv #btsgoldnet #bangtanarmynet

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The Sexual Implication of Beds

Fanfiction:

Golden Bomber

Note: This fic is Jun-centric, since it’s his birthday today! <3 I actually wanted to write something in relation to the song Abare Kyoku, since Jun is such a fanboy and a few lines are referring to the lyrics indeed. However, since I couldn’t think of a way to include headbanging, etc. into a fic, I looked for another fan habit I could give Jun and ... yeah, here we are XD The story is slight self-parody for my usual kirikyan fanfiction :D

„I’ll get some snacks!“, Yutaka shouted as soon as the car pulled to an halt.

Jun got out on his side of the backseat. He stretched his arms, trying to relax after the long ride. Neither of them was a morning person and they had left Tokyo well past noon. By now, it wasn’t quite dark yet, but twilight had already set in. The streetlights across the parking lot were illuminating their surroundings.

They would arrive at the hotel shortly, but luckily Shou had insisted on a toilet break and Yutaka had whined about his low blood pressure and needing something to eat urgently. Of course, they had stopped only an hour ago for an early dinner, but that certainly didn’t inflict Yutaka’s appetite.

Jun was relieved about the last stop. When he had called the hotel from the restaurant, no one had picked up. The change would come at a short notice now, but at least there was still hope it would be possible to alter their reservation.

“I’m going to look for the toilets”, Shou announced. Yutaka had already dashed across the parking lot and vanished inside the nearest store.

“I’ll check out the store”, Kenji said and looked over at Jun, who shook his head.

“I just want to catch some fresh air”, he lied. It was too warm to spend time outside actually, but he needed an excuse to be left alone. He thought of the air conditioning inside the store and almost grew weak. Although the sun was nearly gone, the air still felt stifling. But he couldn’t give in, even if the chances he’d get through to the hotel this time were low. It was his duty to try. Someone had to. And no one was in a better position than him.

Kenji shrugged and Jun looked after him and Shou taking off, before he got out his phone.

The thing was, that Jun was Kiryuuin Shou’s biggest fan.

He had been from the very first moment he had seen him on stage. He was funny and charismatic and creative and talented and he deserved the world. Jun knew that his admiration seemed more appropriate for a fanboy than for a bandmate. But he didn’t really work with Shou on the music or even the stage programs. Just like the fans, he got confronted with the finished product. And the product always made him marvel at Shou’s wit and genius. Jun wasn’t ashamed to refer to himself as a fanboy, even if he tried to limit his outbursts in Shou’s presence, not to make his bandleader uncomfortable. But as his fanboy, Jun wanted nothing but to see Shou happy. He would do anything to provide him with the happiness he deserved.

Unfortunately, Shou seemed blind to what would make him happy. After all those years, he was still oblivious. But Jun knew. He knew better than Shou what Shou needed and he would make sure he got it in the end.

Jun would make sure, that Kiryuuin Shou noticed his love for Kyan Yutaka, and if it was the last thing he did.

Funnily enough, Yutaka didn’t seem to have noticed, either, that his perfect partner was right in front of him. They treated each other like friends. They were oblivious to the amazing couple they could be.

But even if Shou and Yutaka couldn’t see it yet, Jun had noticed. He had noticed all the small touches, the affectionate gestures, the looks they exchanged. They were meant to be. Jun lived of those little moments, their playful fights, the screenshots the fans posted. They made him trust in the fact that love was real.

He dialled the number of the hotel they were supposed to stay at before the shooting tomorrow.

From Tokyo it was quite a long trip and Kenji had driven all the way so far. Jun had tried to secure the passenger seat for himself - to enable Shou and Yutaka to spend more time together on the backseat, where it was a little more private and their hands could brush against each other accidently, or where on of them could watch the other in secret, while he dozed off. Unfortunately, Shou had won the game of rock, paper, scissor, though, and it was Jun, who had ended up on the backseat with Yutaka. He had been sulking for the entire ride.

Jun pressed the phone to his ear. The screen had heat up and felt uncomfortably warm against his cheek. His shirt was sticking to his back with sweat, too.

It took a while for someone to pick up, but finally the voice of a woman greeted him.

“Hello?”, she asked.

Jun cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. He looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was in earshot. It wasn’t the first time he pulled tricks like this, but he always felt like a criminal. Shou would get mad, if he knew.

“Hello, I’m from Golden Bomber”, he said. “The band that will stay at your hotel tonight. Our staff booked two rooms for us.”

He waited a moment for the woman to check their reservation on her computer.

“Is there a problem with the booking? Would you like to cancel?”, she asked.

“No, no.” Jun spoke hastily now, worried the others might come back, before he had made all the necessary arrangements. “I was just wondering, if we could arrange a change of rooms?”

“I need your booking code for that”, the woman said apologetic. “To confirm your authorization.”

“Sure”, Jun mumbled and quoted the booking code from memory. He had read the confirmation mail their staff had forwarded to them over and over again, until he knew it by heart.

“Great”, the woman announced. “You have booked two rooms with twin beds. Would you like separate rooms? I need to check our capacities for that.”

“No.” Jun cleared his throat again. “You see, this is a little embarrassing. But I would like to change one of the rooms to a regular double bed.”

“That is no problem”, the woman said, still friendly and very professional.

“And, uhm, if I could ask you to be, you know, a little private about it?”, Jun asked. “Me and my bandmate are, you see, kind of an item. But our colleagues don’t know about it. So, it would be good, if it looked like a booking mistake. Like, oops, we only have one twin bed room left. Two of you will have to share a bed. No single rooms available. Would that be possible?”

Although the woman could not see him, Jun felt himself blushing. He felt embarrassed at the thought she might assume he was in a secret relationship with one of the other guys. To Jun, that thought was ridiculous and absurd of course. But she might buy into it. He had figured he’d have to tell this little lie, though, for the greater cause. Shou and Yutaka would thank him later, in a few years, during their anniversary celebration.

“That is no problem at all”, the woman confirmed. “We are here to be of service.”

“Thank you”, Jun said. “We should arrive in about thirty minutes.”

“We are looking forward to your stay”, the woman said.

They exchanged their goodbyes and Jun hung up with a sigh of relief. He hadn’t actually expected it to work out this smoothly. But he had done it. He had done his part to make the world a slightly better place, in which Shou and Yutaka would love each other.

“You called the hotel”, a voice behind him announced.

Jun flinched hard, but relaxed immediately when he turned around and found Kenji standing behind him.

“You are scheming something again, aren’t you?”

Jun smiled slyly.

“I changed our reservation, so Shou and Yutaka will have to share a bed”, he declared proudly.

Kenji sighed and shook his head slightly. The heat didn’t really seem to bother him. While Jun felt awkward and sweaty, Kenji looked like he was modelling for a calendar shooting right now. Relaxed and handsome and in very good shape.

“They will be so mad, if they find out”, he said. “You should really just leave them alone. You can’t force something like that.”

Jun crossed the arms in front of his chest.

“I’m not forcing it”, he said. “I’m helping the natural course of things along.”

Kenji shook his head again.

“I don’t understand, why you want them to be together so badly. They obviously don’t care for each other romantically.”

Jun wiped his forehead absentmindedly. He considered running up to the shop as well to get himself something cold to drink. But then, Shou and Yutaka would probably be back shortly and he didn’t want to delay their trip.

“You don’t understand”, he claimed. He had always been very open with Kenji about his feelings for Shou and Yutaka. Kenji had never shared his enthusiasm, though. He did not seem to believe in their love as much as Jun did.

“They would make each other happy, if they just realized, what is right in front of them. Yutaka is actually very caring of Shou, Shou just doesn’t see it.”

Jun pulled on his shirt, hoping to prevent it from clinging to his chest even more. It was just too hot.

To his surprise, Kenji held out a full water bottle to him. It hadn’t been opened yet and the condensed water on the outside indicated that it had only just left the fridge. It would be cool and refreshing.

“Here”, Kenji said. “When you wanted to stay behind, I figured it was something stupid like that, and not that you didn’t want anything. I thought you’d like a cool drink, so I brought a bottle of water for you.”

Jun took the bottle gratefully and unscrewed the lid. That was typical of Kenji. He was very thoughtful. He also knew that Jun despised the sweet, artificial drinks, that Yutaka and Shou would have chosen.

Greedily Jun drank. The water was so cold, it hurt while he swallowed. He breathed out with relief.

“Thanks”, he announced and put the lid back onto the bottle. “Anyway, what Yutaka and Shou share is really special. Yutaka has always supported Shou, even if he thought some of his ideas were very stupid. To believe so fully in someone and wanting to see them happy even if you disagree – that’s love.”

“I disagree, but whatever you say”, Kenji said and smirked. He had a handsome smirk, too.

Jun turned the water bottle between his hands. His palms were wet from the condensation.

He wished Kenji would understand how much this meant to him.

“Ah, seems they are back”, Kenji observed and nodded across the parking lot.

Jun turned his head and felt something in his chest tightening. There they were, coming out of the grocery store together. After shopping together. Like a couple.

“Hey, Kenji”, Shou called out. “I can drive the last bit, if you are tired. It might be stressful to find the hotel and you drove for quite a while already. Unless you want to.”

“No, that would be great, I could need a break”, Kenji said and tossed the keys at Shou, who had gotten quite close by now.

Shou missed the keys and they hit the ground. He had to bent over and pick them up from the dirty pavement. He did so gingerly. It looked pretty awkward.

“Idiot”, Yutaka scolded him. He took a hearty bite out of an energy bar. The corner of his mouth was already smeared with chocolate. “How can anyone be that clumsy?”

“At least I can eat with dignity”, Shou replied and shot Yutaka a sour glance.

Jun thought their gentle bickering was adorable.

“Can I take the passenger seat now?”, Yutaka changed the topic.

Jun thought that would be a great idea. It would enable Yutaka to gaze at Shou longingly from the side, while Shou kept his eyes on the road, painfully aware of Yutaka’s presence right next to him. Oh, the longing, the pining.

“Actually”, Shou said. “I think Kenji should take the passenger seat. His legs are the longest. He always looks so cramped on the backseat. It can’t be comfortable.”

“According to that logic, you should have traded your seat with Jun earlier”, Yutaka muttered.

Shou shrugged and unlocked the car.

“I’m the leader of this band. The laws of logic don’t apply to me.”

Jun nudged Kenji in the side.

Kenji looked at him. Jun raised his eyebrows.

Kenji exhaled a little too soundly.

“Yutaka can have the passenger seat. I don’t care.”

Jun beamed at him, while he got in on the back himself. Kenji was reliable. Jun could always count on him.

Shou took a while to adjust the driver seat, so he was able to reach the gas pedal at all. Then he started the car, following the instructions of their navigation device.

Jun watched him for a moment. Shou always looked very focused while driving. Jun was surprised he had offered to take over at all. He didn’t mind driving as much as Jun did, but he wasn’t at ease as much as Kenji and Yutaka. He looked pretty, when he was concentrated, though. Jun hoped that Yutaka noticed.

He turned to look at Yutaka. He wasn’t looking at Shou, but out the window. Jun frowned.

He shot a quick glance over at Kenji, who had rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. His features looked very relaxed and even, when he was dozing off like that.

Jun turned his attention back onto Yutaka, staring at the back of his head as if he hoped to make him look over at Shou by sheer force of will.

It didn’t work. Yutaka kept gazing out the window. Jun felt highly frustrated with his bandmates. All three of them did not to understand how romance was supposed to work. At least the air conditioning was working in the car. Jun’s body started to cool down. He felt somewhat less gross and sweaty already.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, he almost dreaded getting out of the car because of the heat. After fixing his luggage from the trunk, Jun felt sweaty again. This wasn’t the season for travelling. It was the season for staying at home and hardly moving at all.

He dragged his suitcase into the lobby of the hotel. Shou and Yutaka only had backpacks with them, Kenji something that looked like a training bag. Only Jun had brought a suitcase and it was actually quite heavy. He regretted not packing more lightly.

Behind the reception desk a young woman with bangs greeted them. Jun wondered, if she was the one, he had talked to on the phone. He hoped she wouldn’t recognize him. Maybe he should have disguised his voice. The safest thing would be to stay quiet.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” As usual, it was Shou who took over the talking. “It’s Golden Bomber. We reserved two rooms for tonight.”

“Yes, of course.” The receptionist beamed at them. “Two twin bed rooms, is that correct?”

Jun’s throat started to feel uncomfortable dry. He licked his lips. Had his plan failed? Had the booking not been changed? Would Shou and Yutaka stay oblivious to their true love forever?

The woman turned to her computer.

“Oh, dear”, she said. She sounded genuinely sorry. Jun was quite sure now, that he recognized her voice from the phone. “I just see there has been a problem with your reservation. We only have one twin bed room left.”

Jun could not see Shou’s expression, since he was standing behind him. Yutaka groaned soundly, though. He still had chocolate sticking to his cheek.

“We can only offer you a regular double bed”, the receptionist continued. Jun had to give her credit for staying throughout professional. If it was up to him, he’d nominate her for the Oscars. “The price will stay the same of course.”

Shou turned around, looking at them questioningly.

“We could split up and look for another hotel. But I’m not sure it’s worth the trouble”, he observed.

“It’s not like we didn’t share beds before”, Jun said hastily.

He was aware that Kenji watched him from the side and was probably smirking.

“Well, I don’t care”, Yutaka said.

Jun took that as a good sign. Of course, he didn’t care. Secretly, he hoped to press his small, sexy body against Shou’s small, sexy body, embracing him, placing kisses all over …

“Okay, we’ll take it”, Shou said and turned back to the receptionist.

She handed him two key cards after he signed the papers.

“307 is the one with the twin beds. 306 the double bed one”, she explained sweetly. “Unfortunately, our elevator is out of service currently. You’ll have to take the stairs. We can get someone to carry your luggage, if you wish.”

Shou waved it off.

Jun thought he had been a little fast to decline the offer. After all, Shou only carried a backpack. It was Jun, who would have to drag a heavy suitcase to the third floor.

“Well, I’m sorry about the inconvenience, guys”, Shou said and held the card with the number 306 out to Kenji demonstratively.

Kenji hesitated and cast a quick glance over at Jun. Jun glared at him. Kenji did not take the card.

“Actually”, he said, obviously highly uncomfortable. Jun knew how much Kenji hated to pick an argument with about anyone. “I think you guys should share the bed. You are much smaller than me and Jun after all.”

Shou furrowed his brow.

“Also”, Jun chimed in. “Yutaka said he wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure, I don’t mind, loser”, Yutaka agreed. “Because I’m sleeping in a twin bed anyway. I don’t care how cramped up you and Kenji are sleeping.”

Jun stared at him wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe his plan would fail like that.

“But … but …”, he stammered. “It’s my birthday this month! Let me chose the room.”

“You wish”, Shou said. “Yutaka may be small, but he takes up the most space. So, we ought to get the twin beds.”

Jun turned to Kenji for help.

Kenji made a face, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It looked oddly cute. He moved like a child, who had gotten caught doing something forbidden. His body was much too tall for such a gesture.

“I think Jun is right”, he said hesitantly. “Doesn’t he deserve to chose his room this month?”

Shou exhaled gravely.

“Fine”, he agreed. “I can share the twin bed room with Jun then. You guys take the double bed.”

“Oi!”, Yutaka shouted. “Don’t make it sound like a sacrifice! If you want Jun to sleep in a twin bed so badly, you can share the bed with Kenji!”

“Rock, paper, scissor?”, Shou suggested.

Yutaka shrugged.

Jun started to panic. Splitting Shou and Yutaka up would be even worse than them not sharing the bed. He hadn’t considered this option at all.

“Fine!”, he shouted hysteric. “We’ll take the double bed. You guys share the twin bed room.”

He snatched the key with the number 306 from Shou’s hand and picked up his suitcase. It was really heavy, but the weight wouldn’t have been a huge problem for Jun. The problem was, that he was awkward and not very good at carrying unwieldy objects in general. He dragged the luggage up the first three steps, aware that he looked completely ridiculous and didn’t exactly manage to storm off impressively.

He was highly upset. Why did Shou and Yutaka struggle against their happiness like that?

“Hey, let me take that”, Kenji said gently and caught up to him, taking the suitcase out of Jun’s hand. He carried it up the stairs easily, his gym bag in the other hand. The weight didn’t seem to bother him at all.

Jun followed him up the stairs, listening closely if Shou and Yutaka were bickering behind them, but they stayed quiet.

On the third floor, they found their doors easily. Of course, they were right next to each other. Kenji dropped Jun’s suitcase, while he waited for him to unlock the door.

Jun waited a moment, until Shou had unlocked the door to the room next to them. Somehow, he was still hoping for a change of mind.

Shou opened the door, holding it open for Yutaka, who walked past him. Jun waited until the door had fallen shut behind them, before he turned back to their own lock.

“Did you see that?”, he asked Kenji excitedly. “Shou held the door open for Yutaka! Usually, they are not that polite around each other. Maybe he is starting to acknowledge his feelings for him? I mean, holding the door open for him has to mean something! You don’t get treatment like that from just anyone. Shou was acting like a real gentleman!”

Jun pushed open their door and entered first.

“A real gentleman, indeed”, Kenji said somewhat dryly, took up Jun’s suitcase again and followed him into the room.

Jun stood frozen and stared onto the bed. It was a double bed alright, but not a very large one. It would be impossible to avoid body contact in it.

“Are you kidding me?”, Jun howled out. “It’s so small! Two people will be pressed together in there!”

“Well”, Kenji said apologetic. “If it’s bothering you, I can …”

Jun turned around to stare at Kenji wide-eyed.

“It would have been perfect!”

Jun imagined Shou and Yutaka having to share that small double bed. Damn, that would have been hot.

Kenji sighed and dropped Jun’s suitcase on the left side of the bed. He knew that Jun preferred to sleep closer to the window than to the door.

Jun sat down on the edge of the bed and hung his head low.

“I was this close”, he muttered. “This close to making all of my dreams come true.”

“If they are attracted to each other, they will figure it out in twin beds, too”, Kenji tried to comfort him.

Jun looked up to him and managed a thankful smile.

“I appreciate you trying, though”, he said. “It’s nice you support me in this. I know you don’t believe in their love.”

Kenji shrugged and started to unpack his things from the training bag.

“Do you mind, if I take a shower first?”, Jun asked. “I feel sweaty and disgusting. I really can’t force you to sleep next to me like that.”

Kenji smiled at him.

“I don’t think you are disgusting, ever”, he said. “But sure, you can go first.”

Jun collected his stuff from the suitcase, before entering the bath. He always brought a lot of cosmetics with him on trips. His hair was usually dry from dying it so often and his skin needed a lot of care, too. That was probably, why his suitcase was always so heavy. That, and the fact that he couldn’t settle for an outfit beforehand and always took too many clothes.

He stepped under the shower, and allowed the warm water to wash away his worries. He wondered, if Shou and Yutaka were taking a shower right now, too. Probably not together, Jun didn’t get his hopes up like that. But maybe Yutaka walked around the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist afterwards, Shou’s eyes following him through the room, taking in his bare skin and wondering, why the sight made him feel so flustered. He’d blush and Yutaka would notice, gently teasing him about it. It wouldn’t cause the ultimate confession yet, of course, just set the right atmosphere for what was going to happen later. Jun knew how stories like these were supposed to go.

He tried not to imagine things between his bandmates too vividly under the shower, though. It got him a little too excited. Two handsome men like that. Way more handsome than Jun himself at least. They would surely look good together.

He turned off the water, drying himself off with a fluffy, white towel. He wrapped it around his waist while getting ready for bed applying moisturizer, brushing his teeth, combing his hair.

Then he walked back into the room. Nudity had never been a big deal between him and Kenji. For Kenji nudity never seemed to be a big deal in any context. Jun did not feel embarrassed, even as Kenji watched him now, while he searched his suitcase for the pyjamas.

“Are you done?”, Kenji assured, after Jun had gotten dressed again and fixed himself a book to read a page before going to sleep.

“Sure”, Jun assured and made himself comfortable on the bed. “You can use the bath now.”

He watched Kenji as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Those hotel rooms always seemed too small for Kenji. It wasn’t just his height and his broad shoulders that looked weird in this cramped place with the small bed. Kenji usually seemed to burst with joy and enthusiasm and the small room seemed unable to contain his whole personality. When it came to character, Kenji deserved to be on a huge stage all the time, Jun thought.

He turned towards the book he was holding without even opening it.

He thought of Shou and Yutaka next door again. If something happened between them, would he even know? Would they tell their bandmates? For all that Jun knew, they might be in a happy relationship for years already. Shou hadn’t seemed too pleased with the possibility of changing roommates. But then, why not take the chance of sharing the bed? Maybe Yutaka really used up too much space in his sleep.

Jun put aside his book and checked his phone instead. He loved checking out the posts of fans, whom he followed with his fake account. There were usually cute pictures of Shou and Yutaka together. Sometimes, very rarely, there were pictures of himself, too. He always scrolled past them very fast.

Of course, occasionally he felt weird about swooning over his bandmates like this. When he wanted to see them, he didn’t have to stare at pictures on his phone like a creep. He could go over next door and knock. It was different for the fans, who didn’t know them in person. Jun should have a little more respect for their privacy. However, there was something soothing in fading in with the crowd of fans. They all wanted the same thing. They wanted Shou and Yutaka happy together. It was a goal they shared, something that made Jun escape from his own life and his own worries for a little while.

Kenji entered the room again. Jun looked up shortly. Kenji was naked. He hadn’t even bothered with a towel around his waist. Jun looked back onto his mobile screen.

There was a moment of silence, in which Kenji towelled off his hair.

“You think we could hear them, if they banged?”, Jun asked without looking up. “The walls seem to be quite thin.”

Kenji chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen”, he observed.

Jun sighed.

“You are right. They have twin beds. Nothing will happen between them”, he agreed.

Kenji pulled a goofy face. It did nothing to hide his handsomeness, though.

“I don’t think the problem is the beds.”

Jun shook his head and finally lowered his phone to get a better look at Kenji. He kept his eyes fixed on Kenji’s face, though.

“If they had to share the bed, they’d surely have sex. If there is only one bed, the potential couple is bound to have sex. Don’t you read at all? It’s science.”

Kenji snorted and put the towel over the backrest of the armchair by the window.

“I don’t see how that should be science”, he said.

“Well, think of all the sexual tension it would create. Shou and Yutaka in a bed together this small. Their limbs would brush against each other. They could sense each other’s body heat. The sexual tension would get sheer unbearable. There is only one blanket, too. They’d have to snuggle up to each other, painfully aware of only the thin layer of clothing keeping them apart.”

“Yeah, about the clothing”, Kenji interrupted him. “I kind of thought we’d have separate beds and you know I prefer to sleep naked. I didn’t bring pyjamas. You won’t feel harassed by that, will you?”

Jun waved it off absentmindedly. He had spent so much time around naked Kenji already, sleeping next to him like that wouldn’t feel weird at all.

“Sure, I don’t care”, he said nonchalantly and turned back to his phone.

Kenji pulled back the blanket to sneak in next to Jun. The bed really was small and Kenji took up a large part of it. His upper arm was resting against Jun’s, but there wasn’t enough space for either of them to back off. This would be a very cuddly night.

“Don’t tell me you’re staring at pictures of them again?”, Kenji assured and peaked over Jun’s shoulder.

Jun shuffled a little closer, snuggling up against Kenji’s shoulder, so Kenji could get a good look at his phone screen, too.

“Look at this!”, he said and zoomed in. “The way Yutaka looks at Shou here. Full of hunger and greed and longing and affection. He is clearly in love.”

Kenji sighed. Jun could feel the heaving of his chest against himself.

“I think he is looking past Shou at the buffet actually. You remember? There was a live barbecue that day.”

Jun flicked his tongue and he pulled back from Kenji again, trying to create a distance that was impossible to achieve in the small bed.

“You just lack sense of romance”, he declared.

Kenji gave nothing but a low hum.

Eventually Jun put his mobile aside, picking up his book again. He held it in his hands indecisively. Reading a novel was surely more acceptable than engaging in weird fantasies about his colleagues. But he felt weirdly distracted and unfocused.

“Hey, Jun”, Kenji said softly.

Jun turned his head, surprised to find Kenji had rolled to his side and was watching him currently.

“Why is it so important to you? This whole thing with Shou and Yutaka? It’s really starting to get out of hand lately. I don’t mean to lecture you. I’m worried.”

Jun sighed and put his book back onto the bedside table. He didn’t know where to look, so he kept his eyes on the opposite wall.

“Reality is just unsatisfying”, he confessed lowly. “I’m feeling sick with worry all the time and just … dizzy with everything that’s going on currently. I need to believe in something nice.”

“But why them?”, Kenji asked. He had dropped the topic many times before already, but Jun had the feeling, that today he would keep pushing. “You could believe in world peace. Or romantic comedies. Why Shou and Yutaka?”

Jun exhaled soundly, then he rolled over, too, so he could face Kenji. He was the only one with whom he had ever talked about his obsession. With Kenji he didn’t have secrets. It was work that had brought them together. He knew a handsome, sporty guy like Kenji would never had ended up in Jun’s company otherwise. Still, he was his best friend.

“I just want to believe that a love like that exists. Supporting someone else with a crazy concept like an air band. Always fighting, but knowing you’ll never break up, because your love is just too strong, turning all the arguments gentle and playful. I want to believe someone could look at me the way that … Yutaka looks at barbecues.”

Kenji chuckled at Jun’s admittance. He remembered where Yutaka had looked that day. It hadn’t been at Shou.

“Also”, Jun added. “I really admire you guys, but especially Shou. He is a huge role model for me. It would mean so much to me, if … if we were the same, you know? If he validated the things I felt. It would be great to know he’s in love with another man.”

Kenji reached out, gently touching Jun’s lower arm.

“Hey”, he said quietly. “You don’t need him to feel the same to be valid. And if it’s about wanting to be loved … why don’t you ask for something for yourself? Why not fantasize about Shou yourself, if you admire him so much?”

Jun could hear the hesitation in Kenji’s voice. He didn’t seem too excited about the perspective of Jun crushing on Shou.

Jun smiled sadly.

“I don’t know, for me, the world just seems to be on hard mode. I don’t really believe I could ever find that kind of love and keep it. It’s unrealistic. I want to believe it’s possible for them, though. They deserve it.”

“You deserve it, too”, Kenji said.

“Also, imagining them together is just hot”, Jun added. “I can’t imagine anything that hot involving myself. I’m awkward. I’d ruin my own fantasy.”

Kenji chuckled again and nudged Jun’s chin lightly.

“Okay, fine”, he said, obviously not willing to argue, although he usually scolded Jun for being too self-deprecating. “But why Shou and Yutaka? You might as well ship me with one of them.”

“They have chemistry”, Jun snorted, trying to dismiss the question.

“I do have chemistry with Yutaka as well”, Kenji clarified. “We’re close. And you know, that I actually do like men. Neither Shou nor Yutaka ever confirmed something like that. It would be logical to think of me first.”

Jun looked at Kenji’s chest, instead of meeting his eyes.

He imagined Kenji kissing Yutaka. It didn’t cause the warm fluttering in his chest, that he experienced whenever he imagined Shou and Yutaka together. Instead, his whole stomach bolted and he felt like throwing up.

He raised his gaze, meeting Kenji’s eyes. Their dark brown was tender, as always when he looked at Jun.

“I’m not good at asking for things myself”, Jun confessed quietly, his voice hoarse. “That doesn’t mean I’m selfless. Even if I don’t dare to want something, it doesn’t mean I can bring myself to share.”

Even if Jun didn’t dare to watch Kenji for too long, while he dozed off in the car. Even if he didn’t dare to think about the fact that he wasn’t wearing any clothes right now too intensely. He couldn’t bring himself to even imagine Kenji kissing someone else.

“You know”, Kenji said and reached for Jun’s hand. He took it and placed it against his chest, right above his heart, holding it in place. Jun could not sense his heartbeat, but he sensed how warm Kenji’s body felt and how smooth his skin. “You are allowed to want.”

Jun swallowed hard. He had known he was allowed to want for a long time already. Kenji had made that more than obvious. But still, Jun hadn’t dared.

“If it’s Shou and Yutaka”, he started hesitantly. “It’s not my fault, if it doesn’t work out. I can hope, and I can fantasize. But I don’t have to act on it and I can’t do anything wrong, that will ruin it. I can be happy, when I think about them, but I don’t have to be scared. It will never be my fault and it will never be me getting heartbroken. There is always a risk when you want things for yourself.”

“Don’t be scared”, Kenji whispered.

And Jun looked at him and finally allowed himself to let his eyes linger. He saw Kenji’s handsome features, his beautiful smile, his dark eyes - that always followed Jun through every room. And he allowed himself to feel his body against himself, the heat they were sharing underneath the one blanket. And with Kenji this close to himself, he hardly felt scared at all.

 *

“Oh no”, Yutaka groaned, when the moaning started. The walls of the hotel were so thin, they were able to hear everything perfectly.

“Ha!”, Shou exclaimed happily from the twin bed at the other side of the room. “Told you. Only one bed. It’s science!”

#Golden Bomber #utahiroba jun #Darvish Kenji #Kiryuuin Shou #Kyan Yutaka #fanfiction #fanfic #not sure which one to tag so I'm using both #darupa #kirikyan #Happy birthday Jun~

[corkcitylibraries]

Book Review: Nik Cohen’s Heart of the World

by Dr. Sorcha Fogarty

When the music journalist Nik Cohn told a friend that he was planning to travel around the world, he was told to change his plans. Go to Broadway instead, his friend advised, “It is the world within itself”. So, in 1975 the 25-year-old set off for the Great White Way, the nickname for the route through the Theatre District to midtown Manhattan. It took Cohn four years to complete this non-fiction collection of oral histories, and the result is a book to fall in love with. And to hate. And to love again. It’s almost like a wonderful, terrible love affair that no matter how difficult things get, you just cannot walk away. Essentially, Cohn gives us a beautiful but challenging read. Full of verve, charisma and enthusiasm, as Newsweek’s review puts it,

 "The verbal energy that pours off these pages is enough to transform the hell of places like Times Square into a roughhewn heaven, neon lit and open all night. The history of Broadway has been written before but never better...Overflowing with voluble "animal spirits," it is a feast for anyone who loves good stories. The only thing wrong with it is, it isn't longer."

 This book was originally published in 1992 and subsequently reissued by Penguin UK's Vintage Classics in 2019.

Born in London and spending his childhood and adolescence in Derry, when asked by one interviewer what “hooks” him, Cohn’s response was “forbidden glamour”. Indeed, on that note, Cohn’s own personal history is worth a read. In The Heart of the World, he has produced a veritable work of genius, a sort of “dark side of the moon” travel guide to the high spots and low dives of New York City. He introduces us to a variety of wonderfully phantasmagorical yet all too real characters: a golden-tongued cab driver who calls himself a “collector of farces”; a pickpocket with the terrifying gift of impersonating his marks; a heartbreakingly beautiful Dominican transvestite called Lush Life; strippers; pseudo-prophets, and a disgraced political veteran of the days when the graft was still honest. As one critic states, Cohn writes “with the manic energy of a sideshow barker and the full-blooded lyricism of a raucous poet”. The imagery, metaphors, allegories, all the typical literary devices, ceaselessly persist throughout the book, and Cohn is relentless with his use of colourful and hypnotic language. He slathers his pages with verbal condiments, tangy phrase-morsels demanding to be savored, “His hand was hairless, raw pink, the color of fresh bubblegum, with thick blue veins.” His character descriptions are picture-perfect; he describes the cab-driver’s appearance in the novel with such vivid detail that we can’t help but see him right in front of us, "bomber jacket and Hawaiian shirt, jogging pants, lumberjack boots, a buffalo-head Western belt and a small silver crucifix”.

As the novel progresses, Cohn pauses, now and then, to regale us with the well-known legends of New York history, fables of P. T. Barnum, Robert Moses, Harry K. Thaw. Digressions pile on divergences pile on tangents. To add further to Cohn’s mastery, it has been said that David Bowie, the master of Oscar Wilde’s phrase, “Talent borrows. Genius steals”, had taken some of the rock myths that had excited Cohn, and staged them in his work, particularly in the figure of Ziggy Stardust, who, it had long been rumoured, was based on Cohn’s 1967 novel about a self-destructive rock star, I Am Still the Greatest Says Johnny Angelo. On travelling to America, Cohn has said that

 “it was just as if I’d been locked in a tight little box and suddenly somebody had given me the keys to the world”. 

In much the same way, The Heart of the World gives the reader the keys to a technicolour otherworld, and it is impossible to think of anything else while immersed in this wonderfully strange and beautifully written novel. It is at once a hallucinogenic history, a rogues' gallery, a personal odyssey, a moody, disenchanted rant; a tale of pure beauty, and, it has also been said, “an extended love letter to a dream of New York now lost.”

 Available now on BorrowBox.

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[jpntoeng]

Golden Bomber - #CD ga Urenai Konna Yononaka Ja  (In a World Where CDs Don’t Sell) [Translation]

Why Why, why why, Why, why why why why! (Why!?)

Why do we release CDs? (POISON!) When CDs don’t sell (Why!?)

“We aren’t selling anything at all”, You thought to yourself. We’re seeing 1/3  the total sale of CDs during the golden era This economy’s only good AKB!

Why do we release CDs? (POISON!) When there’s a CD recession Not enough stereos and too many homes (POISON!) I give up on selling CDs….(Hi!)

Teachers say you can’t support yourself selling music At this rate a musician’s biggest wish is death Actors’ and performers’ dreams are as good as gone Only public servants have stability!

Why are we trying to fight it? (POISON!) In the words of adults Why teach us to follow our dreams? (POISON!) You’ll just be scolded in the end…(Why!?)

This economy’s only good for AKB!

Why do we release CDs? (POISON!) When there’s a CD recession But the music doesn’t stop playing (POISON!) Farewell CDs…

Why buy music? Why does the flower wilt? How will we keep living? (POISON!) Farewell compact discs….

Why Why, why why, Why, why why why why! (Why!?)

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[Romanization]

nan nan nan nan nan nan nan nan nan! (Why!?)

naze bokura wa CDwo dasu (POISON!) CD ga urenai noni (Why!?)

'iyaiya urete nai no omae ra dake daro' to o-omoi no soko no anata, kore wo minasare CD no sou uriage zenseiki no 1/3 keiki ga yoi no AKB dake!

naze bokura wa CD wo dasu (POISON!) CD fukyou na noni konpo nai tte ie ga oo sugiru (POISON!) CD uru no akirameyou…(Hi!)

sensei, oshietoi te yo ongaku ja kue nai tte kono mama ja myuujishan shiboushite shibou geinin mo yakusha mo yume wa kui mono anteishite n no koumui n dake!

naze bokura wa aragaitai garu? (POISON!) otona no iu koto ni naze yume mote to oshieru? (POISON!) ato de shikaru kuse ni… (Why!?)

keiki ga yoi no AKB dake!

naze bokura wa CD wo dasu? (POISON!) CD fukyou na noni demo ongaku wa nariyamanu (POISON!) sayounara CD yo…

naze ongaku wo motomeru? naze hana wa kareru? naze bokura wa ikite iku? (POISON!) sayounara konpakutodisuku yo…

nan nan nan nan nan nan nan nan nan! (Why!?)

#golden bomber #goldenbomber #CD ga Urenai Konna Yononakaja #CD ga Urenai Konna Yononaka ja #CD ga Urenai Konna Yo no naka ja #ゴールデンボンバー #CDが売れないこんな世の中じゃ #cd ga urenai konna yononakaja lyrics #golden bomber translation #golden bomber english #english translation #jpop #j-pop #j-rock #jrock #akb48