I actually wasn’t expecting this OST to be released any time soon (I somehow never noticed it on websites), but it’s a really nice one if this is your kind of stuff. xD

I’m sure most of you 「Paprika」 heads already know who the composer is and what he has done previously, but for those who might not know: Susumu Hirasawa & 「Paranoia Agent」 for example. If you’re not sure if this is your kind of thing, you need to ask yourself if you liked 「Paranoia Agent」 music. If you did like it, you’ll LOVE 「Paprika」. If you didn’t… hmm… I’m not sure either. Of course you can also leech the tracks which are available for free here (one of them is not on the OST!)

Anyways, I love 「パレード」 「逃げる者」 「Lounge」 「滴いっぱいの記憶」 and 「白虎野の娘」. The short movie to 「白虎野の娘」 which comes with the OST is pretty odd, too.

I might do the original Japanese lyrics to 「パレード」 and 「白虎野の娘」 later if I have time, but for now you can enjoy the English version from the booklet.
 

「パレード」 / Parade

written by Susumu Hirasawa
 

Energy in my heart is of chemical foam.
A street of taxies, worn tires, blood and flesh.
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of Utopia.
A shining boulevard of buyers and giga-movies.

Mino depression is nonsense, La vie en rose is on sale.
They say you should know you are happier than you realize.

Dying literacy is systematically auto-killed.
The formaldehyde street of buyers and hanging wires.
Moisturize that dry synergy with artificial sweetener.
Raining money into the high-rise mega-temples.

You can not write the word “ignorance”. The future is on sale.
Push aside and laugh at the karmic tale saying it’s superstition.

Now it is coming to you, giving off a stench and devouring your shadow.
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name.

The roaring MC becomes a lethal dose for the public.
On the street of cripples, selling diamonds and battered Tao.
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of Utopia.
Rely on SSRI and say ‘hi-ho’ in the coffee shop.

Minor theory is flimflam, hedonism is on sale.
It is non-repayable, it has reached the point of no return.

Now it is coming to you giving off a stench, devouring your shadow.
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name.
Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered.
The parade of lunacy is coming, and it is in your name.