[Intro] カチッ。 開廷。 The record is open. えー、 本日の議題は、 存在したことの 証明について。 Objection. ……まだ何も言ってない。 Exactly. [Verse 1] 戸籍の隅に 折れたホチキス 法律上なら 俺たちフィクション 判例、前例、年齢、訂正 生命線まで 赤ペン添削 Check it. A little bit of ink A little bit of debt A little plastic window With a number on my neck ネクタイ曲がった 区役所の朝 自販機の下で 百円が笑う 名前を呼ばれて 返事をしたら 番号違いで また明日 No, no, no— Not a number. 規約、契約、解約、却下 脈拍、錯覚、脱落、着火 書類の上では 健康優良 階段三階 息切れ無料 Ha! Legal fiction Friction addiction Perfect condition Missing permission ……で、 誰が決めたの？ [Pre-Chorus] 異議あり。 異議なし。 異議あり。 ……どっちでもいい？ よくないよ。 Right. [Chorus] DRUM—POET! Beat the paper Break the code DRUM—POET! Nobody owns The pulse below 合法、違法 その前に呼吸 Legal fiction Physical truth DRUM—POET! We are still here. まだ、ここにいる。 [Verse 2] Who signed the sky? Who priced the rain? Who put a little barcode On my grandmother’s name? 誰が空気に 印紙を貼った？ 誰が沈黙を 同意と呼んだ？ 誰が昨日を 証拠に変えた？ 誰が明日の 余白を消した？ Wait. ちょっと待て。 駅前の鳩が 裁判長みたいな顔で パン屑を見てる。 ……偉そうに。 Anyway. 反証、暗証、感傷、残響 検証、現象、炎上、現状 先行、選考、線香、閃光 正常、清浄、洗浄、戦場 Tick-tick Click-clack Big black Contract Flip-flop Zip-lock Hip-hop Dead stock 接触、切断、再接続 接吻、接点、再建築 Your honor— 俺の番だろ！ ……どうぞ。 [Verse 3] 母ちゃんの指に 洗剤の傷 夜勤の靴には 乾いた泥 病院帰りの 薄いレシート ポケットの底で 小さく鳴る No witness No signature No picture No literature But— The floor remembers The shoes remember The walls remember December remembers 十二月、 台所の窓。 曇ったガラスに 指で書いた名前。 朝には消えてた。 [ 紙には載らない 身体の履歴 痛みは統計 祈りは非課税 理屈は立派で 靴底は薄い 正義の銅像 雨の日は寒い Tax me Track me Tag me Drag me But you can’t Quantize The way I breathe I am not a legal fiction. 私は、 書類の外でも 生きている。 ……以上です。 [Break] Friction! Pa-pa-paper Ta-ta-table Cut the cable Break the label カッ、カッ、カッ 活字が滑落 タッ、タッ、タッ 卓上の錯覚 カタカタ鳴るのは タイプライター？ No. 心臓。 Beat it Read it Rip it Repeat it Write it Hide it Fight it Delete it 異議、意義、維持、意地 記事、疑似、議事、肘 肘！ ……なんで肘？ そこにあったから。 [Final Chorus] DRUM—POET! Beat the paper Break the code DRUM—POET! Nobody owns The pulse below 合法、違法 その前に呼吸 Legal fiction Physical truth DRUM—POET! We are still here We are still here ここにいる ここにいる ここにいる ここにいる 名前がなくても 番号がなくても 証拠がなくても まだ。 [Outro] 判決。 ……保留。 判決。 ……保留。 判決。 ……保留。 Legal fiction. Physical truth. お疲れさまでした。 Yeah. See you Monday. [End] ---------------------------------------------- [Intro] Click. Court is now in session. The record is open. Ahem. Today’s agenda: Proof that we ever existed. Objection. …I haven’t said anything yet. Exactly. [Verse 1] Broken staple in the registry file Legally fictional, living on trial Precedent, evidence, age correction Even my lifeline gets red-pen inspection Check it. A little bit of ink A little bit of debt A little plastic window With a number on my neck Crooked tie at the city hall A hundred-yen coin laughs beneath the vending machine They call my name, I answer back Wrong number. Come again tomorrow. No, no, no— Not a number. Regulation, obligation, cancellation, rejection Palpitation, hallucination, elimination, ignition On paper I’m in perfect health Three flights of stairs, breathlessness for free Ha! Legal fiction Friction addiction Perfect condition Missing permission …So, who decided that? [Pre-Chorus] Objection. No objection. Objection. …Does it even matter? Of course it matters. Right. [Chorus] DRUM—POET! Beat the paper Break the code DRUM—POET! Nobody owns The pulse below Legal, illegal First comes breathing Legal fiction Physical truth DRUM—POET! We are still here. Still here. Still breathing. [Verse 2] Who signed the sky? Who priced the rain? Who put a little barcode On my grandmother’s name? Who stamped a tax seal on the air? Who called our silence consent? Who turned yesterday into evidence? Who erased tomorrow’s blank space? Wait. Hold on a second. A pigeon outside the station is staring at breadcrumbs with the face of a judge. …Look at that attitude. Anyway. Refutation, calculation, sensation, reverberation Verification, manifestation, conflagration, situation Selection, procession, incense, incandescence Sanitation, purification, normalization, confrontation Tick-tick Click-clack Big black Contract Flip-flop Zip-lock Hip-hop Dead stock Contact, disconnect, reconnect Kiss, collision, reconstruct Your honor— It’s my turn! …Go ahead. [Verse 3] Detergent scars on my mother’s fingers Dried mud on her night-shift shoes A thin receipt from the hospital Rattling softly in the bottom of my pocket No witness No signature No picture No literature But— The floor remembers The shoes remember The walls remember December remembers December. The kitchen window. A name written with a fingertip on fogged-up glass. By morning, it was gone. The body’s history never makes the page Pain becomes statistics, prayers are tax-free Beautiful arguments, worn-out soles The statue of justice gets cold in the rain Tax me Track me Tag me Drag me But you can’t Quantize The way I breathe I am not a legal fiction. I am alive outside the paperwork. …That concludes my statement. [Break] Friction! Pa-pa-paper Ta-ta-table Cut the cable Break the label Ka-ka-ka! The printed letters tumble down Ta-ta-ta! Tabletop illusions spinning round What’s making that clack-clack sound? A typewriter? No. A heartbeat. Beat it Read it Rip it Repeat it Write it Hide it Fight it Delete it Appeal, ideal, ordeal, reveal Article, artificial, official, elbow ELBOW! …Why an elbow? Because it was there. [Final Chorus] DRUM—POET! Beat the paper Break the code DRUM—POET! Nobody owns The pulse below Legal, illegal First comes breathing Legal fiction Physical truth DRUM—POET! We are still here We are still here Right here Right here Right here Right here Without a name Without a number Without evidence Still. [Outro] Verdict. …Pending. Verdict. …Pending. Verdict. …Pending. Legal fiction. Physical truth. Thank you for your time. Yeah. See you Monday. [End]
