Track 2 · Lyricsトラック 2・歌詞
The Thing in the Fridge
冷蔵庫の中の何か
A late-night snack turns into a visit to a sealed crypt behind the milk. The narrator lifts the lid, meets the problem, and politely leaves it for tomorrow.夜食を探すはずが、牛乳の奥に封じられた墓所を訪れることになる。ふたを開けて問題と向き合い、丁重に明日へ持ち越す。
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Behind the Track楽曲の背景
At one in the morning, the fridge light is the only light on. Behind the milk sits a container whose label has faded and whose lid has started to swell. The narrator cannot remember the meal or the day it came from.
A chopstick becomes an explorer’s tool. Fuzz builds a city, sauce turns to amber, and an old dinner acquires a will of its own. Every warning brings the hand closer to the lid.
When the lid finally lifts, the encounter ends in a quiet agreement. The narrator closes the door and orders food. The imagined creature keeps its dignity. The forgotten container keeps its shelf.
深夜一時、明かりは冷蔵庫の中だけ。牛乳の奥には、ラベルが消え、ふたが膨らみ始めた容器がある。何の食事だったのか、いつのものなのか、語り手は思い出せない。
箸は探検の道具になる。カビは街を築き、ソースは琥珀に変わり、古い夕食は自分の意志を持ち始める。警告が重なるほど、手はふたへ近づく。
ついにふたを開けたあと、出会いは静かな合意で終わる。語り手は扉を閉め、食事を注文する。想像の中の生き物は尊厳を保ち、忘れられた容器は棚に残る。
Lyrics歌詞
(don't go in) One in the morning, just the fridge light on I'm only here for snacks, I don't mean any harm (close the door) Second shelf from the bottom, tucked behind the milk A foil-wrapped little coffin, smooth as funeral silk I don't recall the meal, I don't recall the day The label's worn to nothing, the lid has domed away I lean in close to listen, I swear I hear it breathe A dinner that has died but does not want to leave My stomach says I'm hungry, my spirit says beware There's something old and patient growing quietly in there (don't lift the lid) There's a thing in the fridge and it's older than me Sealed in a tomb of cheap Tupperware mystery (don't lift the lid) I came down for a snack, I have opened up a crypt Something holy, something rotten, in the cold forgotten drip (back away now) I poke it with a chopstick, the surface gives a sigh A continent of fuzz has built a city on the rye The sauce has turned to amber, the rice has turned to stone This isn't last week's dinner — this thing has grown its own I should have thrown it Tuesday, I should have thrown it Lent But every time I open up, I lose my whole intent There's a thing in the fridge and it's older than me Sealed in a tomb of cheap Tupperware mystery (don't lift the lid) I came down for a snack, I have opened up a crypt Something holy, something rotten, in the cold forgotten drip (back away now) I count it down from three, I hold my breath, I lift 别打开它 我的天啊 它还在动 It looked at me, I looked at it, we came to understand Some leftovers were never meant to leave the promised land There's a thing in the fridge and it's older than me I closed the door politely, let it keep its dignity (let it rest) I came down for a snack, I'm ordering instead Some things you do not bury — you leave them where they're fed (close the door) (close the door) One in the morning, and the fridge light dims I'll deal with it tomorrow or whenever courage swims (don't go in)