The fact that his voice sounds so young and distant really helps convey the feeling/story of this song and the rest of the album- A youthful 20 something year old Japanese guys' life during the late summer to early fall, reminiscing on his old memories in Omoide in my head, walking through the crowded streets at noon in Ōatari no Kisetsu, drinking in Mini Grammer, wandering the cities beach in Nagisa nite and Summer of California '73, and feeling lonely and isolated in I stand alone.
眠らずに朝が来て ふらつきながら帰る 誰もいない電車の中を 朝日が白昼夢色に染める 嗚呼制服の少女よ 気が狂いそうな青空と 朝日のせいで君は眩しい 俺は薄く目を開けて 閉じてそしてまた開く！ 現実と 残像は 繰り返し 気が付くとそこに ポケットに手突っ込んでセンチメンタル通りを 練り歩く 十七歳の俺がいた in my head Yes, in my head... Omoide in my head... 朝日は未だ白く眩しくて 俺は俺を取り戻すのをじっと待ってる だんだんクリアになっていく 頭の中の思い出が遠ざかる さあもう目を開けて 感傷の 渦巻きに 沈みゆく俺を 幻に取り憑かれた俺を 突き飛ばせ そしてどっかに捨てちまえ in my head Yes, in my head... Omoide in my head...
I still listen to this song so much that I can wear it. Whenever I listen to this , I feel nostalgic for the youth that I shouldn't remember. I love this “omoide”
@@user-ip1hs6ki7x Morning comes without sleeping, and I stagger home. On an empty train, the morning sun is dyed a daydream color. Ah, a girl in a uniform. A blue sky seeming to go mad because of the white and dazzling morning sun. I open my watery eyes, close them, and then open them again! Reality and the afterimage repeat, and when I became conscious, with his hand thrust in his pocket, marching down that sentimental street, my 17-year-old self was there. In my head Memories in my head The morning sun is still white and dazzling and I'm patiently waiting to return to myself. It's gradually becoming clear, and the memory inside my head fades away. So I open my eyes again to myself sinking into that sentimental whirlpool; to myself obsessed with that illusion. Thrust it away and toss it aside somewhere. In my head Yeah, in my head Memories in my head It's in my head
OMOIDE IN MY HEAD (RECUERDOS EN MI CABEZA) la mañana llegó sin haber dormido me tambaleo y vuelvo a un tren deshabitado la luz de la mañana lo tiñe todo de un color increíble hay una chica de uniforme por el increíble cielo azul y la luz de la mañana por ella estoy deslumbrando abro los ojos ligeramente se cierran y los vuelvo a abrir la realidad y la imagen de mi mente se repiten y me doy cuenta de que ahí está meto mis manos al bolsillo paseando por las calles de los sentimientos mi yo de 17 años estaba ahí en mi cabeza está en mi cabeza recuerdos en mi cabeza la luz del amanecer aún seguía siendo blanca y deslumbrnate esperando tranquilamente para volver en mí todo se aclara lentamente los recuerdos de mi cabeza se van vamos, abre los ojos hundirse en los torbellinos de los sentimientos... ...es como estar poseído por un fantasma tienes que alejarlos es hora de deshacerse de ellos de una maldita vez en mi cabeza están en mi cabeza recuerdos en mi cabeza
nemurazu ni asa ga kite furatsukinagara kaeru daremo inai densha no naka wo asahi ga hakuchuumu-iro ni someru aa seifuku no shoujo yo ki ga kurui-sou na aozora to asahi no sei de shiroku mabushii ore wa usuku me wo akete tojite soshite mata hiraku!! genjitsu to zanzou wa kurikaeshi ki ga tsuku to soko ni POKETTO ni te wo tsuokkonde SENCHIMENTARU toori wo neriaruku juunanasai no ore ga ita In my head Omoide in my head asahi wa imada shiroku mabushikute ore wa ore wo torimodosu no wo jitto matteru dan-dan KURIA ni natteyuku atama no naka no omoide ga toozakaru saa mou me wo akete kanshou no uzumaki ni shizundeyuku ore wo maboroshi ni toritsukareta ore wo tsukitobase soshite dokoka ni sutechimae In my head Yeah, in my head Omoide in my head It's in my head ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Morning comes without sleeping, and I stagger home. On an empty train, the morning sun is dyed a daydream color. Ah, a girl in a uniform. A blue sky seeming to go mad because of the white and dazzling morning sun. I open my watery eyes, close them, and then open them again! Reality and the afterimage repeat, and when I became conscious, with his hand thrust in his pocket, marching down that sentimental street, my 17-year-old self was there. In my head Memories in my head The morning sun is still white and dazzling and I'm patiently waiting to return to myself. It's gradually becoming clear, and the memory inside my head fades away. So I open my eyes again to myself sinking into that sentimental whirlpool; to myself obsessed with that illusion. Thrust it away and toss it aside somewhere. In my head Yeah, in my head Memories in my head It's in my head
dude this is tight!!!!! gimme more of these japanese bands!!!! please! im LOVING THIS SHIT WEOOOOOOHOHHOHOHOHOOOOOOHHH. My good buddy BonBiBu hails from Japan (Kanto to be specific :smirk:) and he showed me this tune as he sliced me to bits in one turn and picked up a double big mac from mcdonalds as a bonus action.
