More songs by Ninajirachi
Description
The bus to school, one earbud for yourself, the other for your friend - and it seems like the world is still learning to be an adult. Phrases in a notebook, first attempts at GarageBand, a “forty percent” grade instead of praise - but with the feeling that you've opened a door that others haven't noticed.
There is no vocal power in the voice, no musical skill in the fingers, but there is a stubborn desire to try again. Because music is not about perfection, but about how a melody in the kitchen can suddenly become more important than any exam.
The result is not a hit, but an honest soundtrack to evenings on the balcony, to friendship that holds tighter than a guitar strap, and to the joy that there will always be a place in this world for a song - even if it's crooked, but it's yours.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I used to get the bus to school, the time was all it costed
It took about an hour to get from Kincumber to Gosford
One headphone in my ear, the other one in Zahra's
Phases moving faster than the wheels
I used to look the lyrics up and Google "What's a chorus?"
Wrote some of my own and used GarageBand to record it
'Cause I can't really sing good, but I'm still gonna try it
I might even like the way it feels
I used to do the music class, they gave us an assignment
To write a little song, no real rules or gear requirement
And I can't really play good, but I've got a computer
And I put in the practice so I'm just gonna use it
And I got a forty percent, but I didn't care
'Cause it meant I knew something they didn't
I might never see them again
But I hope they're well and they like the new songs that I've written
'Cause I can't really sing good, but I'm still gonna try it
If something really feels good, why then would I fight it?
And I can't really play good, but I've got a computer
I hear it in my mind and make it real
One day when I'm older, I might do something else
But I'll still write the stories and I'll sing them to myself
I'll sing them in the kitchen, I'll sing them when it's quiet
'Cause when the melody is meant for me, I'm gonna find it
I sit out on the balcony with my oldest friend
The spirit in the room with me that carries my pen
'Cause I can't really sing good, but I'm still gonna try it
'Cause I like making music and someone's gotta write it
'Cause I can't really sing good, but I'm still gonna try it
If only 'cause I like the way it feels