The Pillows - Little Busters [English Translation Cover by

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I’m reaching the final stretch of songs I have planned for this series of English translations of songs by the Pillows from FLCL. You have to do this one, right? RIGHT?! Since it had a lot less to translate than the others I decided to go a little extra on the video production which took an extra month or so longer than necessary to get done and published. The end result is that I finally made the thing I wish I’d made when I was 22 but lacked the skills and resources. (Granted, it’s still all shot with an iPhone 11 and plain old overhead lighting. Would anyone like to donate to a “get me some nicer gear” fund so I can really get on my Bo Burnham shit?)

I always loved this hook since I first saw FLCL at 18 years old. But I especially liked tweaking the line “Their days are numbered, counting down.” Revisiting the song after all these years I’m letting myself get a little more emotionally involved in it than necessary. As I worked on it amidst all of uhhh… this chaos, I made it a sort of personal mantra and battle cry against the gerontocracy refusing to do anything to stop the planet from being uninhabitable for the younger generations. One of the themes of FLCL is questioning the seeming absurdity of adults and authority when you’re coming of age. Turns out as you get older, those early suspicions were right.

Anyway, I have one left in the chamber to produce. I feel like it’s also an obvious choice. Shoutout in the comments if you know…

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Original song and arrangement by The Pillows

Lyrics

Well the kids sing for the future
Maybe kids don’t need masters
They’re just waiting for the Little Busters
Oh yeah

Singing all of this escapist music
All I’ve ever known or loved
Knocking down all of their walls together
Put your hand in mine, and then we’ll take flight
Fly away now

Even with your cheap teenage gear
Their days are numbered, counting down
The sky the sea the earth can all be yours
From here forever long, just stand up and say
You won’t run away