Track 3 · Lyricsトラック 3・歌詞
Declined
決済できません
The checkout becomes an altar, the queue a congregation, and a declined debit card a public verdict. Cosmic language gives a little shelter to a very ordinary shame.レジは祭壇、列は参列者、カードの支払い拒否は人前で下される判決になる。壮大な言葉が、ありふれた気まずさを少しだけ包む。
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Bread, eggs and wine arrive at the register like offerings. The cashier becomes an angel, and the payment terminal takes its time. Behind the narrator, the queue seems to stretch back to the beginning of time.
The verdict is declined. Another tap feels like another prayer. The Latin words for a day of wrath place the embarrassment inside a ceremony large enough to hold it, while the Mandarin message names the small, material cause: insufficient funds.
The narrator leaves with a little pride and a story to tell. Payday may change the balance. For now, the sliding doors close like a tomb, and Tuesday’s judgment is over.
パン、卵、ワインが供物のようにレジへ並ぶ。店員は天使になり、決済端末は答えを急がない。語り手の後ろでは、列が時の始まりまで伸びているように感じられる。
判決は、支払い拒否。もう一度のタッチは、もう一度の祈りになる。怒りの日を告げるラテン語が、気まずさを抱えられるほど大きな儀式を作る。一方、中国語の表示は、残高不足という現実の原因を告げる。
語り手は少しの誇りと、話せる出来事を持って去る。給料日には残高が変わるかもしれない。今は、自動ドアが墓のように閉じ、火曜日の審判が終わる。
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The line behind me stretches to the start of time (card ready) I approach the altar with a basket and a crime (tap to pay) Fluorescent light descends like grace upon the floor Aisle seven is the nave, the register's the door I lay my offerings down — the bread, the eggs, the wine The cashier is an angel reading judgment down the line I tap the little terminal, I wait upon my fate The card machine is thinking, and the thinking comes too late The screen goes pale, the little spinner starts to spin (please wait now) A hush falls on the kingdom for the verdict coming in (processing) Declined — the day of wrath has come for me Dies irae at the till for all the queue to see (try again) It's not the end of days, it's not the wrath of God It's a debit card that bounced and seven strangers giving nods (insufficient funds) I tap it once again like prayer will change the sum The terminal is merciless, the verdict will not come A bead of sweat, a trumpet blast, the whole line starts to sigh The man behind me has the eyes of one who watched me die I dig through every pocket for a coin, a hope, a sign The angel taps her acrylics on the register divine Declined — the day of wrath has come for me Dies irae at the till for all the queue to see (try again) It's not the end of days, it's not the wrath of God It's a debit card that bounced and seven strangers giving nods (insufficient funds) The screen lights up, it speaks the holy dread 余额不足 — Dies irae, dies illa I leave the wine, I keep the bread, I make my slow retreat The wrath of God was just a sum I couldn't quite complete But judgment day and Tuesday checkout sound the same to me Declined — the day of wrath has passed me by I left without the groceries but I kept a little pride (walk away now) It's not the end of days, it's not the wrath of God It's a card I'll fix on payday and a story, slightly flawed (insufficient funds) The sliding doors close on me like the sealing of a tomb (insufficient funds) I'll come back when I'm solvent or I'll just accept my doom (card ready)