New Sister Site   Leave a comment

I am officially moving all drabbles and poems to a new site… I will still post lyric translations here!

Scattered Frequency | poetry

https://moridaydream.wordpress.com/

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Posted October 27, 2015 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized

Solanin   Leave a comment

Asian Kung Fu Generation

Solanin

思い違いは空のかなた
さよならだけの人生か
ほんの少しの未来は見えたのに
さよならなんだ

A misunderstanding, as deep and far as the sky

Life, is it all just farewells?

Even though I caught it, just a little glimpse of the future

It was goodbye.

昔 住んでた小さな部屋は
今は他人が住んでんだ
君に言われた ひどい言葉も
無駄な気がした毎日も

The tiny room I stayed in, long ago

Now, someone else lives there

Even the cruel words you told me

Even all the days I felt were for nothing

あの時こうしていれば あの日に戻れれば
あの頃の僕にはもう 戻れないよ

If I had done it like this, then; if I could just return to that day

But there’s no going back to who I once was

たとえばゆるい幸せがだらっと続いたとする
きっと悪い種が芽を出して
もう さよならなんだ

Even if that weak happiness had dragged on for a little longer

A bad seed would have sprouted eventually

It’s already goodbye

寒い冬の冷えた缶コーヒーと
虹色の長いマフラーと
小走りで路地裏を抜けて
思い出してみる

A can of coffee chilled by the cold winter and

A long, rainbow-colored muffler and

The back alley I passed through at a small run

If I try to remember them

たとえばゆるい幸せがだらっと続いたとする
きっと悪い種が芽を出して
もう さよならなんだ

Even if that weak happiness had dragged on for a little longer

A bad seed would have sprouted eventually

It’s already goodbye

さよなら それもいいさ
どこかで元気でやれよ
僕もどーにかやるさ

さよなら

そうするよ

Goodbye – see, it’s fine

You can get by anywhere, it doesn’t matter

Me too, I’ll figure something out

Goodbye

That’s what I’m going to do

Posted October 27, 2015 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized

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Island of Dreams (Yume no Shima) Lyrics   1 comment

Plastic Tree

夢の島

Island of Dreams

悪魔が来たよ 唄いながら
「望んでた世界はどう?」って 問いかけてくる
救いの手も もうどうやら つかめそうにない

The devil came to me, singing as he did

“So how’s the world you wished for?”; he came to ask me

There’s just no helping hand I can hold out to anymore
僕の特技は独りぼっち
「居場所なんかなかった。」って答えてみた
とても綺麗な日 希望も灰になりそうな

I’m exceptional at being alone

“There wasn’t any place for me to belong,” I tried answering him

Such a beautiful day, but looks like even my hopes might burn to ash
夢から覚めるための呪文が 思いだせないのは 何故だろう?

I wonder why I can’t remember it, the spell to wake me up from this dream?
目にうかんだ愁しみを捨てに 何処に行こう?
キラキラした夢の島 何処にあるの?
燃えて消えないゴミ達と 朽ちていきたいよ
キラキラした夢の島 一緒に行こう

The sadness caught in my eyes, where should I go to throw it away?

Where is it, that glittering island of dreams?

I want to rot away with all the trash that can’t be burned

A glittering island of dreams, let’s go together

目にうかんだ愁しみを捨てに 何処に行こう?
キラキラした夢の島 何処にあるの?
燃えて消えないゴミ達と 朽ちていきたいよ
キラキラした夢の島 一緒に行こう

The sadness caught in my eyes, where should I go to throw it away?

Where is it, that glittering island of dreams?

I want to rot away with all the trash that can’t be burned

A glittering island of dreams, let’s go together

Posted September 21, 2015 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized

Folklore   Leave a comment

clammbon

folklore

強い台風の 去ってった夜に 

The night the big typhoon passed

高いビルの上から 街を眺めてた

I gazed down at the city from a tall building

風はまだすこし 移り気で 

The wind was still a little erratic

去り際のタイミングを つかみ損ねてる

A wreck, clinging on to the time of its departure

隣の住宅のネオンが 陽炎のように 揺らいでた

The neon lights of the place next door trembled, like heat inside a haze

こんな景色 見たことない 見慣れていたのに

A place I’ve never seen, though I’m so used to seeing it

何かが変わってゆくような  

Something is going to change

そんな気がした

I just had that feeling

あと少しで

Just a little bit longer

何事もなく消えてゆく 

It’ll disappear without a sound

6月6号 

June, train cart number six

あと少しで あと少しで

Just a little bit longer; just a little bit more

最終電車の低いアナウンスが 

The deep timbre of the last train’s announcement

いつもよりも 透き通って聞こえてる

Sounds more clear to me than it ever has

このままでは またいつものように 

Just like this, just like always

ずっと空を ぼんやり眺めるだけ

I’m still staring blankly up at the sky

すこし瞼 重くなって ゆっくりと目を閉じてみる

My eyelids have become a little heavy, when I try closing them slowly

遠くで君の声がした そろそろ行かなきゃ

Your voice came, from far away; it’s about time for me to leave

気圧の谷を飛び越えた

I somehow leapt over a deep valley of air pressure 

そんな気がした 

That’s how I felt

あと少しで

Just a little bit longer

気持ちがすっと軽くなる 

Like suddenly breathing out, getting lighter

そんな気分さ 

You know, that sort of feeling

あと少しで あと少しで

Just a little bit longer; just a little bit more

何かが変わってゆくような  

Something is going to change

そんな気がした

I just had that feeling

あと少しで

Just a little bit longer

何事もなく消えてゆく 

It’ll disappear without a sound

6月6号 

June, train cart number six

あと少しで あと少しで

Just a little bit longer; just a little bit more

時計の針が2時を指す 

My watch hand points to two

気がつけば もう 

And by the time I notice, it’s already

あと少しで

Just a little bit longer

気持ちがすっと軽くなる 

Like suddenly breathing out, getting lighter

そんな気分さ 

You know, that sort of feeling

あと少しで あと少しで

Just a little bit longer; just a little bit more

強い台風の 去ってった夜に 

The night the big typhoon passed

高いビルの上から 街を眺めてた

I gazed down at the city from a tall building

僕はまだすこし 移り気で 

I was still a little erratic

去り際のタイミングを つかみ損ねてる

A wreck, clinging to the time of my departure

Posted May 8, 2015 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized

On Losing Your Voice   Leave a comment

It’s a tricky thing, losing your voice. Your voice and your inner monologue are not the same thing. Your voice and your affirming the opinions of others is not the same thing. Your voice and your insisting of “I’m fine, I’m fine,” are not the same thing.

Inability to stand up becomes an inability to speak, inability to speak becomes an inability to write these things, except for maybe when you are completely alone, heart and mind devoid of the echoes of criticism and self-perceived failure, and even then, that voice reflected in tiny scritch-scratch font and familiar, comfortable sketching is kept hidden and hoarded away, until you forget where to find it. Then you’ve completely lost it.

What does come out are parroted phrases from those around you, hollow and meek. Crying. To the most trusted friends, circles of despair and fear that spin round and round like a top. You lose that and the top falls and then you’re not only voiceless, but numb. Numb, numb, numb.

There are a few who kept your real voice remembered for you. You speak to them and you remember how and what and why… it’s almost as if that mute, pathetic, numb you was all just a dream, a mistake. And then they leave for awhile, and you’re on the opposite end of that assumption. It takes mere seconds. You can’t tell them how many feet, how many miles your heart drops down when you feel your voice die in the middle of the conversation.

If asked questions, then, about where it went, about how you’re feeling; if proposed answers, then, by the ones you love, ‘angry’, ‘sad’, ‘frustrated’, it all feels like a game of hot and cold in which there is no warm, no warmer, just cold, cold, colder, coldest. You feel as though you’ve thrown the loved one, the kind participator, on a wild goose chase in the dark. Maybe you just want them to be in the dark for you, just for a little while.

Carelessly, in the name of some sentiment or worst, the happiest you’ve ever felt, maybe you put all your hope, all the little pocket flashlights of lightheartedness, all the songs you know by heart, all the truths you can’t forget, into someone; maybe you gave it all away without having realized that, and you realize not only are they not listening for your voice, they have no intention of searching for you. Whether they’re wrapped up in their own darkness or dread it the same way a child does, balk from it and you, you’ll never know.

You wait. You wait. You sleep. You listen. You dread. You wait. You wait.

If you can, you laugh. Maybe that’s what breaks the silence. Or you cry. Not the kind from before, the strong kind. The kind someone by your side is smiling at and doesn’t rush you through.

And then the next time the doubt sets in, the shame, the instinct to cloister your opinions and what you truly want in a soundproof chamber, you find yourself yelling out, “NO,” in the exact same tone a petulant toddler might. But it’s stronger than all your erudite angst, and gives you relief. You throw in a few swear words too, just because you can, and laugh.

It’s back, and you’re back, even if it’s just a little ‘no’ screaming you; even if it’s just a little angry you. Even if it’s just a little childish you.

That’s something you can raise. That’s something you can work with. Something that can laugh and sing and smile.

That’s something warm, warm, warmer.

 

Posted February 20, 2015 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized

By the Evening   Leave a comment

As a child, the notion of, “Life is precious and not something to waste!” somehow translated into a mandate of, “Guard your time, guard it, guard it, watch it, control it!” And I was often satisfied, but often lonely.

Getting older, moving out on my own, and being humbled at the realization of just how much I, as a human-being, needed other human-beings, that mandate was overturned and I often told myself, “Who are you missing out being with? Who are you missing?” When I tried to set out to do things, the solitude that had once been as comfortable as one’s favorite winter jacket, no longer fit and I ran from it every chance I got.

Today somehow became a day about death… not just with the sad news I received about a student’s passing in America, but down to the movie I watched and those I ate dinner with. And so it also was a day about life; you know what I mean. You hear beautiful songs and have aphorisms that dwell in the back of your mind or in your heart as well.

But no matter how many you have memorized or how many you recite to yourself in the face of a loss, they can’t shield you from experiencing it. You can run from it – the same way you can run from satisfaction or loneliness. You can fill a whole life running from things, I suppose. But if you meet it, you cannot deflect it.

I had a keen fear of death around this time, two years ago. It persisted for many months. Sometimes I could not sleep. Sometimes it made me feel sick. It was never far from my thoughts, no matter what kind of day it was.

I would cry over it and agonize over it and wonder, Why? Why at twenty three? But I knew why, and that was because as a child, as a young adult, I’d never stopped to wrap my head around it, to really accept it, or even acknowledge that it was there.

This year, the fear went somewhere. At first, I didn’t know where. Sometimes, I would recall it suddenly, like a phone call you’re supposed to make, and brace myself for all the doubt and uncertainty that came with calling it by its name and looking it in its eyes, Death… and there would be nothing. No sense of dread. No endless barrage of questions.

Have I become simple? Am I in denial? Am I that good at running now?

But no, that’s not it. It’s none of the above. Today, I realized it – ah, I have been looking at Death. Every single day. In the sparkling eyes of children. In the jokes I share with friends. In the stories I read in books. They are Death. And the flowers I trample upon, the fish I gut, the papers I throw in the trash, they are Life.

Coming to this conclusion, I had thought my days would darken or lose something, a spark, a light, something, but it’s the opposite. I thought I had to win some sort of victory over death while alive, in order to live my life to the fullest, but…

I’m twenty four; Life is here, but Death is here too. They have always been… they always will be. I don’t have any pretty words for it… I haven’t the mind for making any at this moment, but I do have today, with the sunflowers simultaneously blooming and wilting on my porch, tonight, with the people I can see this moment and news of the people I will never be able to see again, and tomorrow… and when, someday, I don’t have tomorrow, someone else will. And that is why, really, I will always have it too.

And with this, I am satisfied, and not at all lonely.

Posted August 7, 2013 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized

わかれうた Farewell Song (English Translation)   Leave a comment

I heard this old song on TV today… her voice is so beautiful. Translation done by me.

Nakajima Miyuki

わかれうた
Farewell Song

道に倒れて誰かの名を
呼び続けたことがありますか
人ごとに言うほどたそがれは
やさしい人好しじゃありません

Have you ever fallen down on the road
And continued to call out someone’s name?
I am not the sort of kind soul that can give
Even one word in the twilight.

別れの気分に味をしめて
あなたは私の戸をたたいた
私は別れを忘れたくて
あなたの目を見ずに戸を開けた

I taste blood in the feeling of our farewell
You pounded upon my door
I want to forget about farewell
Without meeting your eyes, I opened the door

別れはいつもついて来る
幸せの後ろをついて来る
それが私のくせなのか
いつも目覚めれば一人

Farewell is always following behind
Always trailing behind happiness
I wonder if that’s my way
When I wake I am always alone

あなたは憂いを身につけて
浮かれ街あたりで名を上げる
眠れない私はつれづれに
わかれうた今夜も口ずさむ

You wear anxiety on you
At a merry spot in town, give your name
Unable to sleep, I leisurely
Croon the farewell song tonight as well

誰が名付けたか私には
わかれうた唄いの陰がある
好きでわかれうた唄うはずもない
ほかに知らないから口ずさむ

Who named it? To me
There is a shadow to singing the farewell song
It’s not as though I take pleasure to sing farewell
Because I know no other song, I croon

恋の終わりはいつもいつも
立ち去るものだけが美しい
残されてとまどうものたちは
追いかけてこがれて泣きくるむ

At the end of love, always, always
Only what remains standing in the past is beautiful
Those left lost and in a standstill
Give chase, give longing, muffled by tears

別れはいつもついて来る
幸せの後ろをついて来る
それが私のくせなのか
いつも目覚めれば一人

Farewell is always following behind
Always trailing behind happiness
I wonder if that’s my way
When I wake I am always alone

あなたは憂いを身につけて
浮かれ街あたりで名を上げる
眠れない私はつれづれに
わかれうた今夜も口ずさむ

You wear anxiety on you
At a merry spot in town, give your name
Unable to sleep, I leisurely
Croon the farewell song tonight as well

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86_8ShpMut4

Posted May 22, 2013 by Noelle Mori in Uncategorized