Imperial Girl - R Sound Design

Week Milestone
2019-12-02 Ranked #51 This Week
2019-11-25 Ranked #53 This Week
2019-11-18 Ranked #55 This Week
2019-11-11 Ranked #57 This Week
2019-11-04 Ranked #83 This Week
Weeks On Chart

23

Highest Rank

41

Published Date
2017-03-09

Summary

This song was first added to our tracker on Monday July 1, 2019 and has been on our chart 23 times. It was discovered by VocaBot on the YouTube channel R Sound Design.

The scent of the night
The sound of the cars
The light of the streets
The noise of the crowds
The dimming of the signal
The signalling of departure
Three
Two
One
Start
Teikoku Shoujo
(Imperial Girl)
The plans to a degenerate city
appear mellowly upon a fickle world’s scene.
I gasped in the traffic jam.
I gasped in the traffic jam. Trap,
I gasped in the traffic jam. Trap, chiptune,
I gasped in the traffic jam. Trap, chiptune, and neon
—a la carte.
I walk through the sentimental city.
These are the memes and melodies
of the night I loitered in.
I arrived at a back alley
after wandering around.
I melt into its dark night.
A dispute breaks out in the instinctive city.
Fuzzily, in the noisy silver hall…
In the tumult, the vaporwave does not fade.
In the tumult, the vaporwave does not fade.
Makina.
Et cetera.
The city’s authority is absolute.
I turn today’s madman into butter.
Acting tough,
I snarled at them.
The city’s systems tower above.
I hang a feeling of want, made from
pure gold, from my left ear
and when I put on a perfumed depression
I set antibacterial congestion on my nail
during this night in which nothing will happen after all…
Dragging along a rotting body and mind,
Dragging along a rotting body and mind,
I drift alone aimlessly.
Dragging along a rotting body and mind,
I drift alone aimlessly.
I am a zombie, crawling around a city
destroyed by ruinous resonance.
No matter how much it may fall into darkness,
No matter how much it may fall into darkness,
tomorrow’s light will stain the world.
Returning to life, I am an
imperial girl.
The colours I like
The sounds I like
The smells I like
The words I like
The person I like
This is a blind fantasy of a city.
Snobs crowd together and the scent of Chloé drifts by.
I’m sent slightly mad by a
I’m sent slightly mad by a PUSHER.
I’m sent slightly mad by a PUSHER. Wave.
I’m sent slightly mad by a PUSHER. Wave. Pablo.
Etcetera.
The town is love-like.
In a dazzling night and a gene shower,
I trace love’s cynicality
with fingertips
that will soon be wet.
I polished guilt, hard as diamond, with my ring finger,
I put my arms through my elastic superiority complex,
and I coloured the abysses of my
eyes with acquired prejudices.
If I am to dream in that room with
someone else, it’s already too
late.
Make up for the sin of wounding my body and mind!
Make up for the sin of wounding my body and mind!
Washed away by impulsive emotions, I end up in a
dark, dark
night.
I was tied up so, so much
I was tied up so, so much
only because I wanted to love you.
I, with a tearstained face, am a weeping
(imperial) girl.
Those cheerless days have already
been embraced by the swaying skyscrapers.
I face the buildings and wish upon
the stars in the night sky.
In such a night…
(sigh)
Dragging along a rotting body and mind,
Dragging along a rotting body and mind,
I drift alone aimlessly.
Dragging along a rotting body and mind,
I drift alone aimlessly.
I am a zombie, crawling around a city
destroyed by ruinous resonance.
No matter how much it may fall into darkness,
No matter how much it may fall into darkness, tomorrow’s light will stain the world.
It’s not worth worrying about stuff like the future.
O, places that I loved so, so much!
O, places that I loved so, so much!
O, streets that I walked down so, so many times!
I’m attacked by nostalgia that brings on tears and
I am a zombie running through streets
as the sun sets.
I will leave behind the wounds on my body and mind,
I will leave behind the wounds on my body and mind,
and your smile and voice—everything.
I’m going to leave them and die.
I am an imperial girl.
The scent of the night
The sound of the cars
The light of the streets
The noise of the crowds
The dimming of the signal
The signalling of departure
Your scent
Your voice
Your hands
The...
The colour I like
The sound I like
The scent I like
The words I like
The person I like
Our signal of parting
Three
Two
One
End
Translations
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