オブソミート (Obsolete Meat) (feat. Kasane Teto)
とある一品を境に
to aru ippin wo sakai ni
突如、担がれ方だけ、三ツ星
totsuzen, kazugare kata dake, mitsuboshi
そんで、分不相応な店舗を構えて
sonde, bunfusouou na tenpo wo kamaete
勝手が分からず、撃沈
katte ga wakarazu, gekichin
正味、礼儀作法や
shoumi, reigi sahou ya
テーブルマナーとか
teeburu manaa toka
なんのこっちゃでして
nanno koccha de shite
加えて、勝手な推知で
kuwaete, katte na suichi de
形成されていく
keisei sarete iku
パブリック・イメージ
paburikku imeeji
嗚呼! ただただ
aa! tada tada
話題性だけが先行していて
wadaisei dake ga senkou shite ite
碌に咀嚼せず嚥下か
roku ni soshaku sezu enka ka
実は、見かけの映えだけ
jitsu wa, mikake no hae dake
意識していれば
ishiki shite ireba
味はどうだっていいらしい
aji wa dou datte ii rashii
必死こき、拵えたメニューも
hisshi koki, koraeta menyuu mo
伝わらなけりゃ、無意味と同義?
tsutawaranakerya, muimi to dougi?
兎角、嘲笑塗れのレビューサイトでは
tokaku, choushou mure no rebyuu saito de wa
流言飛語って、やんなっちゃう!
ryuugen higo tte, yannacchau!
続々と現る新フード
zoku zoku to arawaru shin fuudo
全量を食べてちゃ追いつけない
zenryou wo tabete cha oitsukenai
一片食べたら、後はもう
ippen tabetara, ato wa mou
適当に遊んでしまえ
tekitou ni asonde shimae
塞がった声は影も無く
fusagatta koe wa kage mo naku
ただ、給仕の枷になり得るの
tada, kyuuji no kase ni nariuru no
並々ならぬ思いとか
naminaminaru omoi toka
それは、塵も同然
sore wa, chiri mo douzen
偏食傾向の神様に
henshoku keikou no kamisama ni
また同じ味を捧ぐ奴隷
mata onaji aji wo sasagu dorei
「あなたに満足してもらえたなら
anata ni manzoku shite moraeta nara
私の気持ちはどうでもいいですわ!」
watashi no kimochi wa dou demo ii desu wa!
新たな食事が出る度
aratana shokuji ga deru tabi
何処からか湧いてくる、ノスタルジー
doko kara ka waite kuru, nosutarujii
なんか、毎年いつも同じムーブだね
nanka, maitoshi itsumo onaji muubu da ne
それこそ、お腹がいっぱい
sore koso, onaka ga ippai
もう、主観と、客観が
mou, shukan to, kyakkan ga
ごっちゃになっている
gocha ni natte iru
カスのサラダボウル?
kasu no sarada bouru?
はたまた、事実に反する
hatamata, jijitsu ni hansuru
確証バイアスか?
kakushou baiasu ka?
じゃあ、例えば
jaa, tatoeba
数年後には、脚光の主役が
suunen go ni wa, kyakkou no shuyaku ga
取って代わられているとして
totte kawararete iru to shite
その時、あなたはそれでも
sono toki, anata wa sore demo
私の隣に居続けてはくれるのかな
watashi no tonari ni itsuzukete wa kureru no kana
流行り廃りの延長線に
hayari hari no enchousen ni
腐り落つ私達が有って
kusariotsu watashitachi ga atte
賞味期限も過ぎずに
shoumi kigen mo sugizu ni
とっとと廃棄で
tottoto haiki de
「次の注文」って
tsugi no chuumon tte
大前提な、公然の秘密
daimaentei na, kougen no himitsu
嬉々として宣って、何番煎じ?
ureshii to shite nonatte, nanban senji?
こうなった以上、もう是非もない
kou natta ijou, mou zehi mo nai
冷めきっている残飯を召し上がれ
samekitte iru zanpan wo meshiagare
後続狙った功名心
kōzoku neratta kōmyōshin
欲張りすぎたって空回り?
yokubari sugita tte karamawari?
変わらず抱いている矜持だけ
kawarazu daite iru kyōji dake
捨てないように
sutenai yō ni
飽和してしまった供給で
hōsha shite shimatta kyōkyū de
そのサイクルすらも速くなる
sono saikuru sura mo hayaku naru
下馬評なんて気にせずに
geba hyō nante ki ni sezu ni
好き勝手やろうぜ
suki katte yarou ze
模造品ばっか食べていりゃ
mozōhin bakka tabete irya
そら、同じ味に飽きは来よう
sora, onaji aji ni aki wa koyou
直に此処いらも、お釈迦になるから
jiki ni koko iramo, oshaka ni naru kara
お好きな加減で、食い散らした後
osuki na kagen de, kui chirashita ato
お手々を合わせて、ご馳走様でした
ote te wo awasete, gochisō-sama deshita
Obsolete Meat (feat. Kasane Teto)
Just one fine dish was all it took
And all of a sudden, we're rated as high as they pushed it - 3 stars
So, we set up a shop with a tempo all too much for our means
Unaware of the ins and outs, we went under
Substance, etiquette
Table manners
Just, what even are those?
We just took a convenient, arbitrary shot in the dark
And just like that
Our public image took form!
Oh! Is it all just
The trendability that gets ahead
And we wolf it down, not getting to properly digest the stuff?
But, to get to the meat of it, if we're only conscious about
How good it looks on the surface
The taste can be, like, whatever, it seems
If these menus we're churning out for dear life don't even reach anyone
Would it be synonymous to a nothing-burger?
In any case, I'm getting fed up with those
Baseless rumors, on those review sites with scorn all about!
One after another, all types of new food pop up
And you won't catch up if you try eating them all
Once you've had a bit of that
Just have as much fun as you see fit
Our voices are stifled, not leaving any shadows
And merely place shackles on our service
Our extraordinary ideas, stuff like that
Are just akin to garbage
We, slaves, offer up the same tastes again and again
To a picky eater God
If I was able to satisfy you
My feelings are of no concern!
With each new dish
A sense of nostalgia rushes out from somewhere
It's like, every year, we're always making the same moves
Really, we're full to bursting on it
What's subjective and what's objective
Become jumbled up with one another
Like a disgusting salad bowl?
Or is that just confirmation bias
In opposition with the truth?
Then, suppose this
If, in a few years from now, the stars in the limelight
Where to be replaced
Even when that happens
Would you still be here, still be by my side?
As a consequence of the climb and decline of trends
We rot, falling off and away
Not even past our expiry date
We're disposed of at once, and then
Next order
You, gleefully proclaiming an open secret needing no mention
How many times have you said the same thing, over and over?
Now that it's come to this, there's nothing else to be done
Hope you enjoy your cold scraps
I subsequently aimed for ambition
Isn't being too greedy just a big waste?
This dignity we harbor unchangingly
May we never cast it away
With provisions that have gone oversaturated
We turn out fast to cycle through those, too!
Let's not bother ourselves with senseless rumors and
Have it our own way
If you only take the time to eat imitation food
Look, you're gonna come to hate the same old taste
That stuff may already be done for at this point
So, after we've had a bit of everything, as much as we wanted
We'll clasp our hands together, and say our thanks for the meal!