Lest we overlook the studio version, beautiful in its own rough way — how perfect is Shigeru Suzuki's lead guitar?! I wish he could've just gone on playing like this for decades.
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A musty, yellowed heart
has fallen on the dirty snow
and is mingling with the trash
at the edge of the street.
I'm fed up with it all.
I want to vanish
into the dirty snow.
I want to become slush.
The white thing that the cars speed through is snow.
The snow that the people trudge through is white.
Behind the city are snowdrifts.
Just then I find myself noticing something
that resonates unusually deeply,
as the snow falls on
in perfect silence.
For some reason,
everybody thinks it's normal
for the snow piling up in the city
to get dirty.
But that's so stupid.
Who fouled it all up?
Who fouled it all up?
Who fouled it all up?
Who fouled it all up?
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