404AM (ASOBI) Front Cover

Lyric

Only The Attendance Number Is Correct

MASAQUI

先生

私まだここにいるよね

出席番号だけ

間違ってない

出席番号だけ正しい

名前だけが遅れてくる

冬の日差しが黒板を滑って

私を飛ばしていく

出席番号だけ正しい

テストの丸がよそよそしい

埃の中で揺れている

誰の席だったっけ

窓ぎわの暖房が鳴る

ノートの隅に消しカスの雪

教科書の中の線が

誰かのものみたいに見える

褒められた後ほど

筆箱を閉じたくなる

答えを言えた後なのに

後から不安が追いかける

本当に私だったっけ

教室だけが知っている

出席番号だけ正しい

成績表が眩しすぎる

誰かのものを預かってるみたい

カバンが少し重い

出席番号だけ正しい

記憶だけが遅れてくる

窓の外には冬雲

なぜか私だけ薄い

キーンコーン

...カーンコーン

帰りのホームルーム

誰かの鉛筆が転がる

当たり前みたいな顔で

みんなが自分を持っている

私だけレンタル中

みたいな気がする

昨日の私

今日の私

写真の私

どれも似ている

どれも本物みたいで

どれも少し違う

先生が呼んだ名前に

一秒遅れて振り向く

出席番号だけ正しい

それだけはっきり残ってる

埃の光る教室で

冬だけが時間を削る

出席番号だけ正しい

名前はまだ届かない

チャイムの後も席を立てず

私を確認している

出席番号

黒板

消しカス

冬雲

先生

私まだここにいるよね

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404AM (ASOBI) Front Cover

Listen to Only The Attendance Number Is Correct by MASAQUI

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  • 1

    Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs

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  • 2

    Rotting, Stagnating, Clouding

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  • 3

    In Recommended Feed

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  • 4

    Was There a B1 Floor

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  • 5

    Saving Me

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  • ⚫︎

    Only The Attendance Number Is Correct

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  • 7

    Special Romance

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  • 8

    Look Out! The Pink Unicorn Sees All!

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  • 9

    Awake Inside a Zombie

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  • 10

    Headline Verdict, Instant Death Sentence

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404AM returns with its tenth album, Play.
We were only playing.
Nothing becomes more unsettling than those four words.
Play explores the fragile boundary between reality and imagination.

Games.
Jokes.
Pretending.
Role playing.
Escaping boredom.

Each begins as something harmless.
Each quietly rewrites reality.

A recommendation feed that knows you too well.
A self that never finishes saving.
A school where only attendance numbers remain correct.
A basement that should not exist.
A pink unicorn watching from somewhere unseen.
A romance that feels more like an experiment.
People moving through life without ever fully waking up.

Across these tracks, reality is only slightly distorted.
Nothing impossible happens.
Only impossible feelings.

Blending city pop, lo fi textures, dream pop, broken dance music, internet folklore, abandoned commercial spaces, VHS damaged memories, and algorithmic nostalgia, 404AM creates an album where play becomes a survival instinct.

These songs do not ask whether something is real.
They ask whether reality itself has always been another game.

Sometimes pretending is protection.
Sometimes imagination remembers more than memory.
Sometimes the joke is the only honest thing left.

Play is an album about the quiet rules we invent to keep living, long after we forget who created them.

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