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War - Noisiv - January 2002.
Nothing is
worth the sorrow of nothing You risk nothing at the border Nothing in
the hands Revolutions? Let us speak! I want to speak about the revolutions
that one can still show Because they are useful to you Because they always
served you, These revolutions which are of "the history", Because the "stories" that
amuse you, before interesting you, And when that interests you, it is
too late, You arrange yourselves the day before, always the day before,
to retain a place In a de luxe hotel of exile You always believe yourselves,
you others, to be in a stud farm! The race holds you upright in this
world that you sat. You have the style of the capacity .. me to speak
to you with you .. my As if you speak with your subordonnates, Of fear
of leaving your stature, your blisters, for fear one shows you the finger,
in the corridors of the trouble, and that one says itself: " Stop, its
falling, it will end by yielding, crawling " quiet! For the snaking,
your unbeatable; only, you you it I enjoy to spit, WE WILL HAVE ALL In
ten thousand years. Misery, it was the name of my bitch which had only
Three legs. The disorder, it is the command minus the capacity! There
is nothing any more. I am a white Negro who eats wax. Then it is better
that you do not know anything. With the publicity of the enzymes and
charm With the traffic of the dollars and the traffickers of weapons
Who trails the newspapers in mud and blood You are entitled to this noise
of the sea which goes down And if you want to take it it will make you
charm And the sea will return without you if you are malicious
Words... always words, of course! Citizens! With the weapons! With pépées,
Citizens! With the Love, Citizens! Occupied chests Vacant bellies Arrange
yourself with that! The smile of those which make heat their disk pack
on the ranges reconverted in hell, where God puts his black glasses on
not to be recognized by his admirers. God is a god, therefore We arrive
with our accessories to do the housework in the head of people: " thus
Learn how to lay down very naked! " " Insane in the air your slippers! " " Shift
your chairs! " " Eats upright! " If ever you realize that your revolt
is encrusted and becomes a usual revolt, then, Leave Go Burst Kiss There
is nothing any more... more, plus nothing Invent formulas of night: Even
with the sun, especially with the sun, it is the night You can burst...
People will not even retain their inspirations. They will channel on
you them foul air in eternal regrets puant the certificate of studies
and umbilical catechism. It is really disgusting they will conceal to
you, people. People conceal the other, always. The punctuation of the
absurdity, it is well this inversion of the abdominal engines, On the
tracks of unconscious, there are slobbery beacons My more beautiful memories
are of another planet Where the butchers sold of the man that shouted
Declad yourself anxious dream You will meet Your drawing in front of
you, you will return inside When you pass the wall of the wall When you
exceed your vision Then you will see " anything " Of these wages which
you release with precision ....prevents you any identification... I want
to say that to exploit you....you are the champions of anonymity.