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Welcome! Blind happiness people!
Go! Ready! Get! Set! Go!

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The eye of the blind obedience.
Make it dance it. You lost in a maze
...Contredance...

Hedonist, Pessimist, Narcissist, Humanist,
Nihilist, Fetishist, Facist, and me,. Meism
Which one should I chose? Like the gods said, isn't a {BAD TRIP} fine?
Which one should I chose? And the gods say XXXXXX

Domesticated, look! beautifully beautiful, don't you think
In the Catastrophe you hold in your hands you will not recognize
I've become someone; overly beautiful, don't you think
Only with what's in these hands It's a catch22 you cannot recognize

In your withered body, look! All the arrows of light
Dissapate your dizzied eyes; you'd be better off to try XXXXXX

Go! Ready! Get! Set! Go!
...End of Discussion...

I'm the pronoun of the nonsense.
Yes, as yes you say. Therefore it's all right.
However, when it is considerate,
a discord doesn't stop ringing.
I'm up to my a** in trouble because of you.

I'm the pronoun of the buffoonery.
Whatever you say. Even one thinks so.
However, patience is a limit
it if looks down on it there, too.
There is no vacant seat with a discord in the head now.

Squeal scream! Shriek scream!
Freaky squeal!...Stab me up!
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Evilminded. You're telling me...but!

Who in hell do you think you are?
I'm mad, mad! Get out my face.
What the hell do you mean?
I'm telling you for the last time.

As for me, devote youself in the days (the nonsense).
Because things don't go according to reason.
However, it does like this,
and it's thanks to you that it can
wander in the present as well
(the inside of the whirlpool of chaos)

In the wilderness I was standing alone
Optimistic while I listened to the wind paint circles around me
starting, breaking, stopping, it washed even my memories away
Authenticity no horizon, no matter how far I looked around

Without remembering even how to remember
I raised my eyes to the sky and opened them wide

A dim siluette reflected far off in the sky, flickering in and out
Optimistic while flowing tears of blood painted arcs
They slipped quickly by, and proclaimed I should go too
Authenticity without reason I'll wander on

Stirred up by something I set out
With no destination, the world lies open to me

I only keep walking. All along.
The wind creeps its way into my heart
Distance lasts endlessly. Long road.
I start out. Not to arrive; I've only gone

I knew it well. And with that I'm just on my way. Far and long.

Circling round I arrived at a place, and there I stood again
But isn't it the very same place? Paradoxical fabrication

I only keep walking more...
Flowers wet from the black velvet clad sky, a humming sound so cold
I followed it and above my heavy eyelids a butterfly was floating more...

Far, near..

Ah, sadness! Farewell
Farewell to this new deep suffering too
Ah, sadness! Hello
In elegance far too dazzling and bright

Ah, sadness! Farewell
Bits and peices fluttering down
Round and around merry-go-round
Ah, sadness! Farewell
"I think I'll try and shake things up"
Bright life merry-go-round

To my heart...it reflects
You smiled enticingly
And the pretend dancing girl
Faded into the waves of darkness
parched and torn apart

Ah, sadness! Farewell
Quickly dancing round
Round and around merry-go-round
Ah, sadness! Farewell
"I shall try crashing down"
Bright life merry-go-round

To your heart...it will flow down
You hold up a bloodstained hand
Everything is painted in wounds
The end means we'll be killed
You...even my heart, again...

Ah, sadness! Farewell
Undecided and faltering
Round and around merry-go-round
Ah, sadness! Hello
Forever hanging in midair
And oh, isn't it FUN

In your eyes I found my own eyes
And then et cetera...
Have you found yours in mine?

Je ne sais pas ou c�est. Ce n�est pas possible.
my broken-down head is like a bourgeois ball - how apropos...
the crowd I saw have no claim to the title of "noble savage"
Je ne sais pas ou c�est. Incroyable!
and in warped shadows, an irrational revue is taking place
the things I think I set into motion are really disconnected

notes sung by a dolly in a playhouse
the idea of this dream is quietly dissolving away
opened, opened, which flower has opened?
it's a strange, detestable object
Oh la la! Tiens! C�est etonnant.

Je ne sais pas ou c�est. Ce n�est pas possible.
the scene is an exhibit, but this dinner is a "full course" for a serpent. Of course!
my eyes spin around in a daze... who is that one person crying out?
Je ne sais pas ou c�est. Incroyable!
in my right eye, one eye... the gentleman in the mirror leers back with his left eye
Ca va bien comme ca? Oui, comme sa.
Ou est-ce que je suis? Ca, je n�en sais rien.

tonight I hear a dolly singing in its playhouse
the idea of this dream is quietly dissolving away
torn up, did you think you could avoid being cut up?
it's an like an unusual pantomime of decorum

being tricked and playing tricks in this illusion
and if the wind carries a call to me, all of this mystery will...

Ca c�est l�histoire.

so, when will you notice? my cold fingers touch your hair
a faint feeling stirs in my painfully still chest
like a floating silver thread, I will hide myself for eternity

Ah... your voice, your fragrance... they will never reach me again
all of me will be yonder
my hopeless sentiments will forever be floating in the water, never to see the future
merely drifting to oblivion, washed away...

so, can you hear my voice? as you vanish into the distance, I extend my fingers
on this night, faded to blue, the sound of rain strikes my ears; I am motionless
its silver sound resounds like a call throughout the night

Ah... though I drift away from you, my gaze still lights upon you
all of me will be yonder
I cast away my body like a flower shedding its petals, and begin to row this boat of petals toward the darkness
I vanish with the shadowed moon's golden dust, and sink

I drowned and died to the lake. You are like your sadness
is greater than anything and cast skin.
My soul is not in sight of you. I drift. I am transparent.
I still love you. But I am sleeping in the bottom of the lake.

Ah... how far should I go? lost memories...
all of me will be yonder
fluttering away to the end of these waters... your body will never again feel my embrace
I seem to follow the silver ripples
Sinks deeply...
Drifts and is deep...
To deeper place...

In the wilderness I was standing alone
Optimistic while I listened to the wind paint circles around me
starting, breaking, stopping, it washed even my memories away
Authenticity no horizon, no matter how far I looked around

Without remembering even how to remember
I raised my eyes to the sky and opened them wide

A dim siluette reflected far off in the sky, flickering in and out
Optimistic while flowing tears of blood painted arcs
They slipped quickly by, and proclaimed I should go too
Authenticity without reason I'll wander on

Stirred up by something I set out
With no destination, the world lies open to me

I only keep walking. All along.
The wind creeps its way into my heart
Distance lasts endlessly. Long road.
I start out. Not to arrive; I've only gone

I knew it well. And with that I'm just on my way. Far and long.

Circling round I arrived at a place, and there I stood again
But isn't it the very same place? Paradoxical fabrication

I only keep walking more...
Flowers wet from the black velvet clad sky, a humming sound so cold
I followed it and above my heavy eyelids a butterfly was floating more...

Far, near..

Only I allow this evening to be filled with madness
Confused by the dark night I let an angel plunge past
me (in grief)
And the libido which was sleeping in you begins to
command
Though you are frightened of the omen, actual feeling is
the most important, ...(therefore)

When you can control what you see in your dreams
Following rather than watching, you are cleverly
pulled in and brought near
Excited, my derangement keeps living
Watching the continuation of the dream though
anxiety is hidden...therefore

I don't care even if I turn the world into an enemy
"Cowardly me" inside me is under an oath
A shackle is removed and it shows

Again, pain soon changes greatly to ecstasy
Where did you, who is dominated by someone, come from?

LIFE GOES ON...

Right now, to disobedient you
"Depressed me" inside me is under an oath
Poison is easily served and given

What is seen and then what I understand
Where does this finish, eternal soul and pain

LIFE GOES ON, AND ON, AND ON
Dream that I'm alive Only the dream is seen
Flesh feels Pain is felt LIFE GOES ON

Don't depend on a devil without depending on God...Where
Who kills me when it ends?

Feel free! Sweet fool. Trick star
Feel free! Bitter fool. Shooting star
Feel free! Sweet fool. Shining star
Feel free! Bitter fool. Trick star
~Boom Boon~Bopeep~PEEK-A-BOO~
At the time that darkness brought on the dusk, yes, the time when my feelings for you emerged,
and my capricious heart was set aflutter... it was an aventure (1).
my cheeks unusually free of fiery blush, I watched you,
leering; at lightning speed, "GO!" to the silence of your dreams
Sympathy Hi! on this starry night, let's play together on a crazy night flight
let's make an avant-garde stain on the sky, like devil's blood
Come on baby! Do you like emotion!
Feel free! Sweet fool. Trick star like I felt this DOKIDOKI! (2)
Feel free! Bitter fool. Shooting star not disoriented, just throbbing
Feel free! Sweet fool. Shining star and this WAKUWAKU (3) was symmetric
Feel free! Bitter fool. Trick star this was a sort of dreamlike happening
~Boom Boon~Bopeep~PEEK-A-BOO~
is this darkness dusk? perhaps... morning is coming
this happy time is a curtain call
for you, in this empty time; the darkness will fade and you will awake
head-over-heels, on your bed, with the sky above you
Telepathy Pi! and, if I call to you, having leapt away,
then, I wonder, will you remember me? Well, let me see,,, That up to you!
Come on baby! Do you like emotion! Come on baby! Do you like motion!
Feel free! Sweet fool. Trick star again YURAYURA! (4) for an instant
Feel free! Bitter fool. Shooting star not just anywhere, but perfect
Feel free! Sweet fool. Shining star a dramatic ad-lib



Translation notes:
1. French for "adventure"
2. Japanese onomatopoeia for "throbbing" or "heartbeat"
3. Onomatopoeia for "trembling" or "excitement"
4. Onomatopoeia for "swaying", "quaking", or "vibrating"

in this withered paradise, my sinful dreams proliferate and bloom
B I Z A R R E cries of agony echo freely, here among the dead

surging and scattering on this field of carnage, becoming a nest of evil
in prideful corruption... are my dreams reality? is reality a dream?

I am destroying the limits of what I can become

voices of prayer are lost in the clamor
the fields and mountains are marred by the aftermath of destruction; leaving this mortal world in endless ruin

Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
maddening Arcadia Cruel Arcadia
maddening Arcadia ah... Cruel Arcadia

fate cannot be defied.... the messiah lies dead, and the gods of the past sneer
M Y S T E R I O U S phantasmagoric spirits seem to obey a shadowy figure
they will never break loose to the ends of the earth

Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
maddening Arcadia Cruel Arcadia
maddening Arcadia ah... Cruel Arcadia

innermost, spiritual voice
a voice should never die [version: we should be able to hear a voice without it ever fading away]
a faint mutter had been mingled up [confused with] the breeze of uncertainty

innermost, spiritual voice
we should be able to see without previously having relied on impure figments [version: we should be able to see things that didn't rely on fiction]
if it could disappear, constantly unchanging, it would collapse, right here and now
if you overcome your fear, you'll probably understand
in the past [lately] i've come to a better understanding of the fact that everything outlives death [version:lately it has come down to becoming aware of the fact that moving towards death is acceptable]
because nothing is stolen [version: because nothing is taken away]
held the future enclosed in the chest of the white rose [version: i understood the meaning of the days to come enclosed in the bosom of the white rose]
that is a result of me living inside myself [version: in order for me to be true to myself]

innermost, spiritual voice
i expect to believe [find the truth], while roaming about
but, usually, in the case if drifting away into nothingess, the blow is stopped [version: if it disappeared, i am getting a hold of it]
i wonder if i'll come across certainty
facing it, while looking straight ahead, it outlives death
because it doesn't take anybody away
took a hold of the universe enclosed in the chest of the white rose
that is a result of yourself living inside yourself [in order for you to stay true to yourself]


in the past [lately] i've come to a better understanding of the fact that everything outlives death
because nothing is taken away
held the future enclosed in the chest of the white rose
generally.. a permanent soar

Wandering in the path of many centuries.
Addicted to the drawn life on water.
When future can't be seen, Lost in the labyrinth of time.
The unconscious desire wavers continually.

The glaring color. Within the end, tranquility.
In the waves of light, close the eyes
To concentrate for this moment.

Desire the light of truth. Look for that earnest wish
Waiting to be impressed.
Accept all the shadows which interrupt
Light and walk to far from the oblivion.

The miracle of the creation. The awakening of truth.
The eternal present revolves.
The breathing of lie goes down in stillness,
The sound of the bell ticking time, echos...
Tells moment rings

With no body existing, No awareness of one' own ego.
Try to forget the eternal light, Endless fear,
Worry and hate and the end of illusion which passes away.

Flutter of lights it keeps dancing,
Cherish each other, and set them free.
Transient light gather together.
Loss of hope falling from the sky.
Just recollect! It keep recollecting. It was recollected.

Ah, it came to a breakdown again..[1] I am aiming at something, by my own hands, probably.[2] A drop came falling down..

Alkaloid goes through my head.

There is no way of escaping or the like, if I could be tied up in chains, it would be like public humiliation

Endlessly and constantly wattered.. among the pitch dark insides of poison and ache

Swing sweep suicide dance. Moistly

Sweet solid suicide dance. It echoes in the bones of my body.



Swing seep suicide dance.
Like loki n' roll.
Sweet solid suicide dance.

I am entwined, I am severing the chains, I am wandering around in emptiness, It starts to decay, so it feels just like an explosion.

What for? Why are you here? What's it about?

Nothing but poison Maliciously spreading out Up side down

What for? Where are you headed?
Suddenly.

A mischievous trick, because it's suspicious in its cleverness

This is also a trap, a temporary appearance

Just like the show at the Grand Guignol[3]

Since when.. As for pain, if the significance runs towards deep things[4]

I am feeling, it's just the way it is..

Intelligence eddies, CARTOUCHE[5]

Continuing the poison! By dripping just like saliva..



Give me more and more and more

It was my face, THIS PERSON claims..


Swing sweep suicide dance.　 Moistly.
Sweet solid suicide dance.

It resounds in the bones of my body

Swing seep suicide dance.

Like loki n' roll.
Sweet solid suicide dance.


I am entwined, I am severing the chains

Maddening, to the limits .. hence an arrow

It seems just like a different body..

Where,too.in darkness
Stabbing pain.


notes:
→[1]It came to a fall again
→[2]To hands, I am aiming at
→[3]Grand Guignol, gotta love google, kozi's quite the petit francophile, but we all knew that.
→[4]As for pain, its meaning runs deep
→[5]Intelligence flames away [smokes].. yes, i am baffled too, i didn't know which meaning of the verb to use, and since he uses cartouche, i guessed something flaming away into the night, like kozi's intelligence.. could be all right =P

an example of manifold moments in time [it's like/for example, manifold moments in time]
belonging to this one universe only[combined into one universe, only]
everywhere, all by myself [i stand alone]
the stamp of meagerness inflicted upon my existence, while beautiful things gently resound in my heart [deficiently...while slightly remembering the beautiful things]
the repetitive playing of things like frail happyness and sadness continues
although [in spite of] the desire to communicate with you is [being] there, i reckon
nobody can't do that for[to] me!
[for example/an example of] it's like the flicker of a star
it happens only once [it passes by only once]
it's but a dream
i'm sure we can't understand it
we can share it though
only [it all comes down to] hanging around [wandering about] as much as i want to [to my own heart's content]
que sera sera :]
within the occasional spark of a brief moment
being mercilessly wounded
even if you lose sight of the path, remember it's all right [even if you get lost on your way/although you might lose your way, remember it's ok]
because it doesn't last forever [that much]
my emotions [desires] i kept only for myself [i kept only my emotions to myself]
so that i wouldn't lose [anything/it/them]
i held on to nothing/i didn't hold on to anything
but, i'm moving on [i moved on/anyway, moving on]
eventually the rain will probably dry out.
[eventually, the rain will probably stop] someday even the rain will probably dry out
the dazzling morning settles in.
probably
solely [entirely] a dear lament [a dear sigh in its entirety]
a hesitation [i hesitate]
a mere example of manifold moments in time
brought together into one world
of course,
we can't grasp the meaning of it all
we can share it though
wandering about as much as we please
que sera sera
i am smiling...

Over the white horizon, a bird flys
Dissolving the pure white paper; the colour images accumulate
I want it to end but it won't
I trace the vague outlines, just a dreamer
Reality, faithlessness, entwined in happiness together when we go to that place
So, let's dance, feel the spirit and dissolve
Let's sway and dream ourselves away, and stay there for however long it may be
Over the black ocean, the butterfly comes to its end and a pure white shadow is cast
The images of my memory accumulate
I close my eyes and stare intently at the dreamer painted in profile
Tragedy and comedy surging violent around; an illusion?
So, let's dance, and free ourselves of the past
My spirit is gasping for air; shred it into pieces
La la la...
So, let's dance, feel the spirit and dissolve
Let's sway and dream ourselves away, and stay there for however long it may be

My soul
where is my soul
the mischievous confusion of the Nero Bunch[/Nero Punch, i think this is a manga:]
i have to watch out. while going through high and low
neither good nor bad times
Who am I?
it seems like swimming is just another way of drowning Who am I?
if i agree upon stepping with precaution, it's towards Humpty Dumpty's stupefaction
[if i step lightly then i encounter Humpty Dumpty's stupefaction..][1]
my intention [purpose]....[i'm thinking/i heard that]....i'm moving towards the wrong direction[1']
What my name?
in whichever direction the wind may blow, my eyes are following it [wherever the wind may lead to, i am following it]
unceasingly, i change and substitute
i wasn't aware that the one door was open, you came in [you stepped in]
　You and me
from the moment on when you open your eyes, you're not a child anymore You and me, we don't survive[2]
Who are you?
do you live without fearing death? how about this.. do you die after having lived at peace with your own heart?[3]
　You are I
once you've closed your eyes, there's no need for that at all. You are I, once again, I am not
What you name?
incecsantly, i change and replace things. i wasn't aware that the one door was open, you stepped in
from the moment on when you open your eyes, you're not a child anymore, we don't survive
all of that muttering in discontent.. has completely vanished
a show's outsider.. is this the way of noticing [seeing] only one aspect of things?
Let go transformation.
Hurry up strange boys and girls

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notes:
[1]yes, he does say humpty dumpty ;]
[1'] the usage of tte and [to]nda: hearsay, emphasis. anyway, those dots and tte, are usually used in compounds and can mean different things [from hearsay to emphasis to thematisation etc].
[2] i think he means that once you're born, you're not a child anymore, judging from the context
[3]i want to share this with you, because i really like the way he's playing with the words here: a literal translation of 心おきなく死んで生きるか
is without anxiety dying lives? and a literal translation of 心しずかに生きて死ぬか
is heart-peacefully living dies?

wow, thanks a lot for the lyrics, it's hard to find those on the net ^^