Ode to the Ordinary / Hatsune Miku

Vocals: Hatsune Miku Lyrics: Sen Osaki Composition: Sen Osaki Arrangement: Sen Osaki Feelings of inferiority A sense of tragic pathos A message to the romantics: You are precious, even if you are "nobody." I’ve only ever listened to the phrases; To me, those sounds Are like a radio playing In the background of youth. That’s right—we’re the sort Who know nothing but playing in the sand; An elegy for the downtrodden. Sleeping like mud, Burning out the inside of my mind. A sense of impatience A sense of weariness A message to the realists: You are precious for harboring grand ambitions. I’ve only ever felt the rhythm; To me, those sounds Are like air bubbles— Rising, vanishing, and drifting away. That’s right—we’re the sort Who know nothing but spitting at the sky; An anthem for the ordinary. Oh, days that passed like trash— I yearned for something to break through. There’s no need to change the world; It’s enough just to be alive. It’s enough just to play the music. Because the sound I make in this moment Is something only I can weave right now! That’s right—we’re the sort Who know nothing but spitting at the sky; An anthem for the ordinary. Oh, days that passed like trash— I yearned for something to break through. Presenting a single cut from the album *The Sickness Unto Death*— A collaboration between up-and-coming composer Sen Osaki and the hugely popular artist Shima Matsushima!