Has the notes written in the lyrics too...


Mother often made notes and scores.

Up until now, I profoundly wore a distorted shaped hat... because it's the exact same shape as my head.

- This tune is called "Strange Head", and we made the subject the title. -

Protruding from the right-side of my forehead is a reindeer-like horn...
(My dancing capacity is 15 centimeters per pace)

...I was born with it.

In my room, I secluded myself, and there was alot of nice things to watch on tv, but... the time to leave childhood came... and I, brash, also held the courtesy to becoming a man.

About that man... (in this place, the letters were so scratched, and they couldn't be deciphered. Regarding the description of his head and in relation to, a detailed drawing along with notes were done. In conclusion, wealth was unneccessary in the song and left out.)

- Being below average standards, lyrics were to be placed with the tune. Regarding the entrusted notes, they were originally called "the head is strange" and I was thinking how they were aimed at being the tune's lyrics. These practical notes were faced with a quantity of melodies. The symbol of the breathing here and there was for filling in a message. -

I shortened and trimmed my hair, and my head began to swell for my 13th spring event.

Now, please notice me. My situation...
Without a word, you held me in your arms.
Now, you noticed, how these people smell like antiseptics.
Without a question, I know I won't meet you again...

It was taken from mother's notes that despair and fate's siren crowded him.

Immediately, the siren really did draw near until it reached the house.

Confused; the whirlpool he was caught in was the apoptosis of an autoimmune disease,
because a program for reaching towards death was being done.

...As I'm being taken along, I thought about my fate and getting all the coincidences more, instead of letting it pass and being able to accept it with no questions...

Now, please notice me... My situation.
With nothing being said, you held me in your arms.
Now, you noticed, these kind of people have the scent of antiseptics.
Without a doubt, I know I won't meet you again.

After three days, I cease to exist.

My distorted, I loved you... I'll be with you soon.

It's for destroying all evidence.

I'm sorry...

( to the life that was concerned at that moment, regarding these words, was pure love; and probably aren't to be aquainted with the echos of sweet narcissism.)

Can you hear me...?

Lyrics submitted by vinnie-miyavi

Atama ga Okashii (The Head is Strange) song meanings
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