| TV | |
| A
young boy hurling a stone / a man pulling the trigger / a woman lying on
the ground / crying in stereo sound / seven-hundred and fifty million visions
of the world / and the truth lies within the move of a finger / we think
we remotely control / the wheel of fortune / sorting out what is to become
important, adored and loved or detested / pay per view and view the slaughtered
dead and arrested / we are not the ones to set the agenda / but we're the
ones to surrender / to the overwhelming power of television essential details
compressed / but who gives a shit about the digits anyway / a substitute
for fantasies and for fans to see their idols / the latest bible comes with
pictures / gaily flickering while the clock is ticking the narcotization
of other role obligations / the cultivation of a mainstream pattern of behaving
/ we are craving for the gratification of needs / we develop under the supervision
of the box / rewind the clock / watch black and white images / watch as
the hero finishes off /his enemy / can it be / that this might be for real
for him / to feel the pain but not for you so that is cool
Tora bora bomb /
for a moral slump / to recover / we love or / we hate what we see / never
too late to be / indifferently shocked / by the dog that barks at the
dog until the fog lifts / attention shifts / minds adrift / to the next
episode / of a long story cut short / it's a world view / it's a blurred
view / I alert you / is subject to a curfew / / for your mind / have you
heard / of the view who got lost in the sands / who were brought back
/ but merely waved their hands / at the camera / which wasn't what / we
wanted to see / It's time to pause and reflect / about the cause and effect
/ of our truths / brutality cut lose / confused we stand before the alter
of a better world / trying to figure out why we see but why the vision's
blurred. composition: Currat
/ Helfer / Mital / Meyer/ Taylor |
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