THE PINBALLS

・Overview & Author’s personal opinion

Loud rock ‘n’ roll is now no business at all.

But I love loud rock ‘n’ roll.

I don’t want it to die out.

The beautiful earth is precious.

Rock ‘n’ roll is part of the beautiful earth, right?

We have to leave it to the next generation.

Let’s each do what we can to pass on this wonderful world!

Here are some spotify playlists and recommended Youtube videos of THE PINBALLS and their English lyrics.

・Musical style

Rock and Roll, Garage Rock, Pub Rock, Blues Rock, Punk Rock

・MEMBER

TAKAYUI FURUKAWA – vocals, guitar
TOMOHIRO NAKAYA – guitar
HIROTAKA MORISHITA – bass guitar
TAKASHI ISHIHARA – drums

・Official website

THE PINBALLS official website

・Spotify

・Recommended YouTube videos and English translation of lyrics

蝙蝠と聖レオンハルト / The Bat and St. Leonhard

A deserted hotel that looks like a bat's nest with a mural of St. Leonhard.

A faint tango playing on the radio the gatekeeper was listening to. 

On a dark Monday, when even a Japanese would call in sick

The crooks continue to resent the raft that has gone bad

ROOM 102

bellhop like a melancholy giant who can't move unless he's eating something

Rust and a dog named Envy are biting each other

a thief with a nasty habit of throwing stolen rubies instead of selling them to others...

ROOM 202

under the roof where the bat sleeps, the picture of St. Leonhard began to sway

he danced and danced and danced

Hell also has a place to sleep

that there is a song to sing in hell

He laughed and laughed

The generous Lord Leonhardt accepts all who come to him

There is no one who cannot be saved.

The chattering butler flaunts two crossed keys

There is a tree trunk and its branches where wounded birds may rest

There is no beggar or king

He beckons with a coquettish invitation

ROOM 302.

Under the roof where the bat sleeps

the picture of St. Leonhard began to sway

as he danced and swayed

He said there is a place in hell to sleep

There is a song to sing in hell

He began to laugh

Under the roof where the bat sleeps

the picture of St. Leonhard began to sway

He danced and danced

He said that even in hell there is a place to sleep

There is a song to sing in hell

Be our guest

We're always by your side

劇場支配人のテーマ / Theater manager's theme

In a dimly lit tent.

The theater manager has been racking his brains.

He's going to have to pull his head out of his ass.

There's no decent piano player these days who can draw an audience.

Comedians who repeat one-liners.

It's chilling.

The dreaded Burrito Brothers are coming for you, and you'll still owe them money.

There's nowhere to run.

Long-legged skulls clacking their tap shoes like a four-horse black carriage.

God help us if we can.

And if you can, God bless you with gold.

The seven-and-a-half-foot-tall fire-eater plays the lazy trombone to boil water for the scrawny lion.

An old woman who says she can't walk anymore because of the aftereffects of acrobatics will even take away the hands of a golden clock.

The dreaded burrito brothers will come to you, still owing you money.

There's nowhere to run.

Long-legged skulls spin suitcases in fancy Vaudevillian outfits.

When you're ready to get off your lazy ass, let's go.

When you're ready.

Let's get this show on the road.

For those of you who can't take it anymore

Let's get this show on the road

For those of you who can't take it anymore

Let's get this show on the road

Let's get this show on the road

Aieeeeee!

And today the bell rings and the curtain rises

Yeah, let the show begin

We're gonna sing for our lives, we're gonna dance

We're gonna do whatever it takes

God bless us if you can

And if I can, God bless me with a gold coin

ブロードウェイ / Broadway

Everyone comes and goes on this beautiful main street.

Another little girl will fade into decay and become a witch.

When the mirror cracks, the final curtain will rise

And bibi de ba bibi de boo

the scent of frayed gunpowder

If it sings, it's like a troublemaker sings

Like a razor blade slicing through a rainbow

I'll play, I'll play, I'll play till the end

I'll make you forget me

Like poison in a gentle breeze

I'll make you numb without even a hint of pain

The night of fun is about to begin

Ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to Broadway.

LaLaLaLa...

Where funeral directors rule the roost

You can build a castle, but you can't build a king

But they can't make a king

Like a puzzle of animals coming and going

When the roses in the dressing room wither

When tomorrow morning begins

I will wander away

I will be alone again

If I sing, it will be like a medicine

Like a razor blade slicing through a rainbow

I'll perform... on stage till the end

I'll make them forget me

I'll take it all away, take it all away

I'm gonna shoot you in the chest without a sound

And the night of fun is about to begin

Farewell, my dear.

My beloved Broadway

LaLaLaLa