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Basics
02:00
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Few months to go, and still can't believe what we live. After years of love we finally concretize it. Writing these few lines sitting behind this round shaped table and watching the sunset I am thinking back to my childhood. I always thought everything would be easy to go, I am now worried about it. This society in which intelligence become artificial is progressively skipping human beings. What will we leave to you? I promise to be there for you. I promise to fight for you. Some of us are raising to go back to basics. But sheep are still guided by money I am sorry for what we leave to you. I am still hoping.
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Movement
02:35
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It transforms steel into rust, rock into dust, life into death. Time is strong, time is life, I don’t want to do as those we call adults do all their life. I can’t live on my knees and wear the weight of our routines. Time is not money, time is as wind, elusive and in constant movement. Time passes and the walls are closing in. Will we use it a good way? I refuse to let it trickle into meaningless pleasures. In movement, you’ll find me. Past is past, future is waiting. May tomorrow be better than today, because it could be the last. May today be profitable and full of unforgettable memories. I refuse to waste a second spitting on my resting time. I hope the day I’ll die, I’ll think: « My life has been lived, my life has been reached. ».
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Wheat Price
03:34
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I used to play to the butcher and the baker with my sister. I was the butcher, she was the baker. No matter which stuff we played with, we always paid the other equally. One of the first things our parents taught us: to be fair and equitable. Sounded so normal until we grew up. We’ve been quickly faced to a slightly different reality. For sure I still pay my bread the price the baker ask for. But the world is not only composed of bakers. So far from that. There’s also erased people working hard to grow wheat from dawn to dusk and also pigs coming to take everything. Awaking every morning wondering how to fill the belly, taking the best, leaving the rest and ensuring a perpetual continuity. There’s much more things in a garden than the gardener sows in.
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Ancestors
03:52
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It looks like life is a tool in the hands of the masters. Wide choices are driven by common choices. A reiterated lie can’t be truth. There is so much more than hell down here. Possessions and power are not ends. Borders and wars are not means. It can’t be truth. We are eating the scraps. Where is our pride? The anger burns inside. We have come to gaps. I feel like we are alone in our togetherness. Or are we just dead alive? Are we just dead alive? We are alone in our togetherness. I can’t let past efforts become dust. When history books are written with the blood of our ancestors. We progressed in a bad way. So greed giants are walking away. Maybe we do bad sons. But what should we think of sleeping fathers? I can’t let past efforts become dust. When history books are written with the blood of our ancestors. Let’s reclaim our lives back. A better world is to build. Today more than ever. For the next generations.
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Empathy
02:26
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I won’t live as ignorants live. I got a heart, full of life, full of love and full of blood. And I’ll use it as long as I can. I swore to act for, and by love. Not by hate. I made this choice, having a heart could take us far. Hate is the only machine human race made. History always remains wars but human dig victories. I’m not of those who forget their empathy, and I’m proud of it. Forward my ideas, my heart is all I have. If I’m without answer, I question it. It is not a god, it’s a guide. Everywhere down here, they force us to think we should not listen to love, listen to others. But anyway I prefer to be alone, than being a fool. I chose integrity, over corruption of mind.
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Nature
02:06
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This world is sick, we're killing it. In the name of possession, in the name of domination. Which price, for illusion? Progress is not comfort, progress is collapse. Smoke can’t replace clouds, lights can’t replace sun, fields can’t replace forests.You can scarify her body, she’ll have the last word. As beautiful as the void surrounding it. We live in vastness, but we’ll die in ignorance. There won’t be escape, interests are deciding. There won’t be escape, the hearts are dying. She’s been our cradle, she’ll be our coffin. One day a mother, the other the reaper. Our destiny can’t be negotiate. I can’t let fate turns its back to us.
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Rebuild
02:23
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Their profits over our dreams, their concrete over our lives. This is their world, and they want us to approve. We’ve got solutions that we must root in our minds. One day, rats will dance on the ruins of this old world, under the starry vault. This system hangs on ignorance, this system hangs on violence. They want to destroy our dreams but we’ll rebuild our future
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Reach Point
02:47
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How this world could have arrived here? So much chains and walls, so much hunger and cold, so much blood. Society should move forward, but we are growing in deny. We learn to close our eyes, letting people die. This modern world prefers to deal on misery rather than sharing happiness. What should be appalling become the norm. I’d rather get back. I just can’t have this manufactured mind. I won’t play their game, even if it’s a shame.
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Never Ending
03:28
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I was used to have long walks after you left, I was talking to you in my head and all this time I’ve been wandering during these months talking to you. I don’t know what’s left to tell you. Please, tell me what’s left to say. Believe me, I don’t know what to say. I’m not used not to find the words, I can’t answer these questions. It’s talking, it doesn’t stop in my head. And I could nearly believe you were there, I still hear you, I still feel you. I can’t keep living this. I wish I could move on, but my feet are stuck to the ground. I can’t keep living this. I hate hearing you, I hate feeling you, but mostly I hate loving you.
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10. |
What we Leave
05:04
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