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They did an experiment with babies Back in world war II And the babies all were orphans So no one cared or knew They called it touch deprivation And this is what they did: If a baby started crying Put a hand out from its crib The nurses glid on by As if they'd seen nothing at all The nurses glid on by And checked the chart off on the wall Writing: "Nothing unusual here Subjects continue rocking Back and forth As if they sense a Thunderstorm is coming," And that flock of springtime babies Nesting quiet in the lab Were just fistfuls of feathers Stuffing pillows after that And those second world war nurses Who had killed the orphan kids Lived out cursed lives as spinsters SongtexteIn trade for what they did They did a similar experiment in New York And this is what they did: They rolled out the sheets of tarmac And sliced them into grid Then they filled the maze with people But they told them not to touch They convinced them it weren't civilized And we believed as much Why do you apologize When you bump into my arm on the train? And you apologize three times Like it really caused anyone harm or pain Being bumped into Do you know you are the first person To touch me in a month? And sometimes I like the feeling of accidental touch An experiment with ladies With ladies and with men We could decide to lose our language So that we might try our skin Strangers piggyback each other The thrill of contact sport And I finally could talk to you But this time without words 'Cause you don't realize how you pollute the game When you keep speaking circles And your circles sound the same saying: "I'm fine, how are you? I'm good, how are you? I'm fine, how are you? I'm good how are you? I am...finding it hard to relate to situations Where I am asked to speak." Aus Songtexte Mania