I can hear the train
Until the A/C kicks on
First day of August


Little mosquito
Drink all the blood you need
I still have plenty

Music Passion — Flowers

This month’s Music Passion theme is flowers (for more information, check out allaboutlemon’s Music Passion page), so, since I am always anxious to introduce the under-heard sounds of Japan to Western audiences, my entry this month is by the 1960s psychedelic rock band Jacks (what, did you think the 60s only happened here?) from their iconic 1968 debut album Vacant World (からっぽの世界). In the original Japanese, there is only one song on the album with a flower word in the title, 「薔薇卍」 (“Bara-Manji,” which means Rose Manji), but when the titles were translated, another song, 「裏切りの季節」 (The Season of Betrayal), was ‘translated’ as “Gloomy Flower,” and that’s the song I’m posting here. This is a great album by a great, short-lived but highly influential Japanese band, and if you like this song, I definitely recommend checking out “Marianne,” the brilliant opening track to the album.

Here’s my translation of the lyrics:

On the night our burning bodies
Pressed together and fell apart
A flower of betrayal was blooming

It hurts to remember
But she didn’t give a damn
About the pain in my heart
The end of our love

So I just kept singing
The song I wrote for her

I was wrong to believe
Should have known better
A flower of betrayal was blooming

If There Is

I imagine that if there is a god
he would be as foreign to humanity
as humanity is foreign to trees
standing tall
and silent within the woods.
But even trees are made of desire.
They are moved by the wind,
they reach for the sun.
God would be strange to them.
Even fire they could understand.
God would be as foreign to them
as we are,
as one is to one.