More songs by Ninajirachi
Description
A secret melody, hidden under a pillow and in the browser history, sounds like an archive of youth: the smell of cigarettes at the school gates, a cracked iPod screen, the summer heat and FL Studio, frozen until dawn.
It contains a whole museum of memories: bus routes that turned into adventures, endless loops that drifted into sleep, and the feeling that a song could become a personal password to a world that no one else noticed.
The result is not a hit parade or radio airplay, but a soundtrack known to exactly one person. Warm, awkward, and precious precisely because it is a secret.
Producer: Ninajirachi
Producer: Darcy Baylis
Mixing engineer: Thomas Purcell
Mastering engineer: Wayne Sunderland
A&R administrator: Nina Agzarian
Music publisher: Copyright Control
Lyrics and translation
Original
I've got a song that nobody knows.
I put it on when nobody's home.
It sounds like high school, front gates, smoking with friends.
It sounds like diaphragm, hard ways, but it's too great.
It sounds like loving you is easy with the boosted bass.
It sounds like iPod touch, yellow, pink that you kissed.
Left the studio pre-dawn lighting my search history. Hidden underneath my pillow 'cause I should be asleep.
I'm keeping it a secret. It sounds like my joy song that nobody knows, and I had it in a post when
I was twelve years old. I didn't know it would score the sixty-fourth best song.
Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world.
It sounds like iPod touch when I'm cracking the screen. Left the studio so late, I fell asleep on the keys.
Woke up to the speakers bleeding into my dreams.
It sounds like. . .
I've got a song that nobody knows, and I had it in a post when I was twelve years old.
I didn't know it would score the sixty-fourth best song.
Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world.
It sounds like rock steady, four way, starting at eight. It sounds like beach day, heat waves, don't have a care.
It sounds like me and my computer hanging out until late.
It sounds like iPod touch, yellow, pink that you kissed.
Left the studio pre-dawn lighting my search history.
Hidden underneath my pillow 'cause I should be asleep.
It sounds like. . .
I'm keeping it a secret. It sounds like-
English translation
I've got a song that nobody knows.
I put it on when nobody's home.
It sounds like high school, front gates, smoking with friends.
It sounds like diaphragm, hard ways, but it's too great.
It sounds like loving you is easy with the boosted bass.
It sounds like iPod touch, yellow, pink that you kissed.
Left the studio pre-dawn lighting my search history. Hidden underneath my pillow 'cause I should be asleep.
I'm keeping it a secret. It sounds like my joy song that nobody knows, and I had it in a post when
I was twelve years old. I didn't know it would score the sixty-fourth best song.
Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world.
It sounds like iPod touch when I'm cracking the screen. Left the studio so late, I fell asleep on the keys.
Woke up to the speakers bleeding into my dreams.
It sounds like. . .
I've got a song that nobody knows, and I had it in a post when I was twelve years old.
I didn't know it would score the sixty-fourth best song.
Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world.
It sounds like rock steady, four way, starting at eight. It sounds like beach day, heat waves, don't have a care.
It sounds like me and my computer hanging out until late.
It sounds like iPod touch, yellow, pink that you kissed.
Left the studio pre-dawn lighting my search history.
Hidden underneath my pillow 'cause I should be asleep.
It sounds like. . .
I'm keeping it a secret. It sounds like-