Nighttime yesterday, at station-side Tsutaya-san shop,
I rented albums by Beatles,
Sex Pistols albums too,
‘Rock and Roll’ to give it a name.
However,
What’s ‘appealing’ about it doesn’t hit me at all!

So the evening falls, I’m coming home from after-school club,
Listening again to The Beatles,
Sex Pistols replay too,
A weird shift has struck since before—
—Cut the MD—earphones tear out,
But the music’s still blaring on!

Even now, I still hear, from off afar, back from that instant, the same track as before,
From afar, from close by, from right at my side, it’s screaming at me.
From afar, please look at me, being still the same, as I was before—
That what I felt, the instant everything clicked so shockingly could again to me be,
Always be, always be, always be, granted!
More, and more, please give it again,
Yes now more, and more, and more, and more,
Grant it!

Aimed, afar, at you, my glare, lock-on, and now, I vomit up these words,
From afar, from close by, from right at your side, I’ll scream them at you:
“Oh these days no songs come out but the worthless crap, that’s how it’s become!”
So are the words, you’d always say, no matter what decade we’re in!
AND SO FOR THAT I WILL, right now, even right now, even right now, scream it so loud,
At you, right now, even right now, belt you with the tune coming outta my guitar.
And you, right now, even right now, may not get the meaning of what the track’s about but,
While the song goes on, anytime it plays,
You’ll see that Rock and Roll is still blaring on.