Well, it’s just a single but it’s a damn good single. To be quite honest, the only reason why I’m typing this right now is because YouTube gurgled it up onto my list of “Recommended for You”. I was bored, and waiting for DarkPheonixSlash to message me back from Singapore, so I decide to burn five minutes by watching their PV.
It’s definitely an acid trip if not anything else. I’m going to have to watch this PV again, and again, and AGAIN. There was so many things going on and I swear I saw Ruki pop one of his many collars on that kick-ass jacket he has. The members of the band, when they weren’t playing, were standing in some place with a lot of boxes looking all sexy and pouring out vomit in a bottle and one of them spit out a gem. This has nothing to do with the message of the song, which is about an unstable relationship; it’s either that or sex. It’s part of what makes this song so mysterious and beautiful. Hell, it could be both! The words state something like not finding any pleasure in a girl, “…like masturbating alone.” and the end stanza says he fond a crippled girlfriend and hopes that he won’t end up murdering her.
The line “Bara bara bara” translates: “roses roses roses”, just a little insert to make this review sound somewhat coherent. Now actually about Zetsu: it’s a pretty good song and my favorite GazettE song of all time. I honestly like their old and new stuff equally because they’re barely above average for me, but something about this song does it to me. It’s sexy. Yes, I said it, it’s sexy. I also think that a cell-phone goes off in one part of the video. Intentional or not, I think it’s awesome. Well that, and the riff about a minute in that sounds like someone took some LSD. The PV is fitting to match.
The song is still great, even after five years, and I recommend you download this single, err, song, mostly because there was a 10,000 press copy limit and it was exhausted five years ago. They're not making any money off of it so I doubt they really care. In conclusion, it gets a 5 out of 5.
Lyrics
Amefuri no kayoubi, shikke ga hidoku kokochiyoi
arehateta shinshitsu kara kikoeru kanjouteki
kanojo no fuman, gouyoku, shitto ya sokubakuteki
kurunaya wa yagate kirete boku no koto wo kowasu no deshou?
Amefuri no kayoubi, shinshitsu e wa ikitakunai
[HISU] taishitsu no kimi ga, mata tekubi ni mitoreteru
boku no kunou wa yagate jihatsuteki ni kuda wo kiru
yoteidoori ni boku wo kowashite kureta ne
Ashimoto de imasara kobiru nante shouki kai?
waraeru yo dokomade kimi wa minikui n’dai…
Bara bara bara taeki ni bara chiru wa koyoi namida, nado nai
Bara bara bara aishiteitai kimi yo kako yo kaerazu no amai hibi yo
Amefuri no kayoubi, hakike to zutsuu no naka
keiren kimi no hitomi wa nigeru kimi wo toraeteru
mada asonde itai akiru kurai kanjitai
gouyoku no hate wo kannou shiyou
Nakigoe wa sakebi ni, kao wa hyoujyou nakushi
henshitsuteki, [MOA] kaihouteki ni majiri aou…
Fukaku fukaku tokeru you ni Fukaku tsuraku ita ku aisu
oborete yuku ayausa ni tsuyayaka sa ni hikarete yuku
Bara bara bara nurezu no hana fukan SHOW TIME
koritsu jiiteki yura yura yura tarenagaseba munashiku natte koukai no hibi…
Bara bara bara taeki ni bara chiru wa koyoi namida, nado nai
Bara bara bara aishiteita kimi yo kako yo kaerazu no amai…
Amefuri no kayoubi, shikke ga hidoku kokochiyoi
atarashii kanojo wa eegata kurumaisu izonshou
kimi wa mukuchi, keppeki, jinketsu no kegare naki bara
juu-ni nin me no gisei ga denai koto wo hibi negaou.
Translation
A rainy Tuesday; in a horrible way, the dampness is comforting
From the messy bedroom, I can hear, emotionally
Her dissatisfaction, greed, jealousy and restrained distress
When it eventually goes away, will she break me?
A rainy Tuesday; I don’t want to go to the bedroom
You’re in hysterics; once again I’m entranced by your wrists
My distress eventually takes on a life of its own and spills over
You’ve broken me, just like you planned
So now you’re fawning at my feet – are you out of your mind?
It’s actually funny – you’re ugly all over…
Roses, roses, roses, the roses die in my spit; I have no tears tonight
Roses, roses, roses, I want to keep loving you, the past, those sweet days we can’t go back to
A rainy Tuesday, amid my headache and nausea
I convulse, your eyes run away, I’ve caught you
I want to keep playing, I want to feel you until get tired of you
Let’s enjoy the limits of our greed
Your cries become screams, your face becomes expressionless
Let’s mingled our bodies pervertedly, more freely…
I fall deep, deep, deep, so deep it’s like I’m melting, deeply, painfully, agonisingly into grief
I’m drawn to the danger of drowning, to your attraction
Roses, roses, roses, these flowers have no moisture, a frigid show time
When I let it flow, flow, flow, like masturbating alone, those days become empty and I regret them
Roses, roses, roses, the roses die in my spit; I have no tears tonight
Roses, roses, roses, I love you, the past, those sweet days…
A rainy Tuesday; in a horrible way, the dampness is comforting
My new girlfriend’s blood type is A, confined to a wheelchair
You’re a silent, fastidious, pure, unblemished rose
Let’s pray every day that you won’t be the twelfth person to suffer
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