#1997.07.10

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“Wind-up Neuroses”

I wake up to the sound of a distant lullaby for some reason, my fingertips are cold and numb the worn out stuffed toy suddenly starts to speak “I’ll tell you who you really are,” it says

the white flowers, where do they bloom? they bloom in dirty hands the white flowers, where do they bloom? they bloom in dirty hands

I melt half-eaten chocolate in my mouth and simply wait for the end of this strange ceremony the stuffed toy with the cotton coming out keeps talking and talking with that wretched voice of yours like a crazed violin

the white flowers, where do they bloom? they bloom in dirty hands the white flowers, where do they bloom? they bloom in dirty hands

what have you given me? what have you given me?

the white flowers, where do they bloom? they bloom in dirty hands the white flowers, where do they bloom? they bloom in dirty hands!

what have you given me? what have you given me? what have you given me? what have you given me?

WHAT?

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Sunday morning, alone, I went out to find myself With a picture book I read the day before yesterday, Into a pretty off¹ world

Out there² begins to turn white One day it started to shine on me I’ve gotta go³ soon,

I boarded the bus with the peeling paint I’m grinning⁴, it’s forced On the right side sways four Hated words, I look⁵, and

Out there begins to turn white One day it started to shine on me I’ve gotta go soon,

“Goodbye.” On top of a building, I Scatter torn photographs, And while I wave my hand and act silly, In an orange hue, I talk to myself⁶

Outside starts to turn white If it started to shine on me one day, I’d have to go soon,

“Goodbye.” From the top of the building, I Scattered torn photographs, And while I waved my hand and acted silly, In an orange hue, I talked to myself

Where I belong Disappeared, like it had been a lie Hated by everyone, I

Will always, forever

Be talking to myself in this orange-colored world

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I'm trembling beneath¹ the sky like² a sitting³ cat Into the frigid air, I’ll run away Like the time I woke from a dream filled with a trepidation like dirty water⁴ (I’m negative today⁵.) I slip on brown shoes and go out into the winter night I walked and hummed a cheery song I dance round and round in the snow, And if I succumb to the impulse to lie down,

I’ll eat the flowers that bloom in the snow and simply go to sleep

While eating the flowers that bloom in the snow, I simply want to sleep

Your numbed hands are pleasantly⁶ cold (Stay like this, beside me, forever.) Melting in my hands that are different from yesterday You⁷ melted into lukewarm water

if the snow keeps falling only a little more, the color⁸ will soon turn, look, if the snow keeps falling only a little more, the color will soon

turn, look, clear.⁹

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The hairless girls illuminated By the light in the wardrobe¹ A black-bound notebook held out to me For some reason it frightens me And makes me want to run away You steal my² cherished hat And dash away, laughing That’s so very sad The landscape being carried away³ is hazy, as usual

The constant sound of a bell, from deep within the ears, Comes ringing, comes ringing

The dust-covered projector makes a sound And the same scene that everyone likes Is playing again

The hairless girls illuminated By the light in the wardrobe¹ A black-bound notebook held out to me For some reason it frightens me And makes me want to run away

The constant sound of a bell, from deep within the ears, Comes ringing, comes ringing Comes madness⁴

The dust-covered projector makes a sound And the same scene that everyone likes Plays again The dust-covered projector makes a sound Aahh And the same scene everyone likes Plays again …That everyone likes Haha …That everyone likes Haha Hahaha