Song Lyric Sunday: Radio

Honestly, when I first saw the theme for this week, “Record/Juke Box/DJ/Radio”, I was at a complete loss as to what song to share. Fortunately, the theme is released in advance, so I had time to search for a nice song that fits the theme. After quite a bit of searching, I found a “Kowarekake no Radio”. However, I did not particularly enjoy the original but was happy to find that Goosehouse had done a cover.

The lyrics of the song portrays one who has likely done what some people long to do. To move far away and have a “fresh start”. However, contrary to the happiness one would think they would get by starting anew, they grow to miss the things they had in the past. The people who they met, the experiences they shared as well as fragments of happiness in which they never really took notice of. Upon moving on, there is more left behind than new opportunities that arise. It is impossible to restart mid-way in life, running away only makes us as far from our past as your future.

How could the dreams and “true happiness” we have desired for so long suddenly appear to be so far? Songs from the past that play from records, Jukeboxes and in this case, the radio, forces us to reminisce about the past. It makes us wonder where we strayed, where we lost our way as we grew older into mature adults. Was it when we could no longer hear the songs from the broken radio? When we no longer had a guiding light or song filled with hopes and dreams? When reality took precedence over the ideals of our young hopeful selves?

In the end, just like the broken radio, perhaps, we have become broken as well through the course of life. No longer innocent, no longer hopeful. Anything positive has been left in the past.

Image from Pixabay

Thus, this week’s song choice for Song Lyric Sunday is “Kowarekake no Radio” (Broken Radio). Originally done by Tokunaga Hideaki. However, in this post, I am sharing the cover done by Goosehouse.

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Eng Subbed AMV

English Translation
I can’t hear anything, you won’t let me hear anything
Is that because, since then, my body has grown into that of a mature adult? On my bed, my first ever black radio lies
Countless melodies raised memories of the past
Through adolescence, boys turn to adults
I searched for a way, while still innocent and pure
Without getting dressed, I pushing through the crowd
Tell me what real happiness is, my broken radio

I could always hear it, you always let me hear it
When I looked out the window at the sky, I felt a new, faint courage
My radio knew you knocked on the door of my heart
To my broken heart, a gentle breeze waved goodbye
After the brilliant festival, I turned my back on the now silent town
And looked up at the stars, as I was still so innocent
The sky of my hometown, growing far away;
the crowd of people I can’t go back to
Tell me what real happiness is, my broken radio

I was playing the guitar without knowing the next chord.
In the dreams in which I was lost,
a beautiful song showed me the way
Through adolescence, boys turn to adults
I searched for a way while still innocent and pure
Without dressing up, I pushed through the crowd
Tell me what “true happiness” is, my broken radio

After the brilliant festival, I turned my back on the now silent town
And looked up at the stars, as I was still so innocent
The sky of my hometown, growing far away;
the crowd of people I can’t go back to
Tell me what “real happiness” is, my broken radio

The overflowing dreams fade away,
the people who can never return,
Tell me what “real happiness” is, my broken radio

Translated by me with reference to project-imas for the first half of the song.
I’m not Japanese nor do I know the language well so if I made any mistakes please feel free to correct me.
Note: “Without dressing up, I pushed through the crowd” might actually be “I pushed through the crowd with no decent place to go” according to project-imas but I’m not too sure.


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