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Frankie Hi NRG — Verba Manent (1993)
Disconnect the Power (Italian original)
Translation by RB05.Television or teleinvasion,
catholic or cathode the new religion,
a trunk of words and figures in motion,
often without emotion or any feeling: pay attention!
Because the wave of idiocy is coming,
breaking on the faces of those who hope, who are waiting,
hanging upon someone else's lips: either roll up your sleeves or drop your drawers.Rivers of words,
streams of events that slowly set a trap for the mind
making them impotent,
sterile and unconscious,
like weeping willows in the middle of a wind turbine.
And this is the reality:
the only one, tragic, historic, without rhetoric, America's daughter,
hysteric dump of dream illusions, which appear to us as paradise
but in realty are circles of Hell of artificial emotions
where tears of joy and sorrow are the same: banal, formal, flat and bidimensional silhouettes.
The wings of a permanent theatre, of a circus of phenomenona created by people,
according to that logic, learned from the Romans,
that bread and circuses turns us into little lambs, mild, passive, inoffensive,
without the need to make sure we are alive.
We are Pavlov's experimental dogs,
whose salvia comes from the controlled television, manipulated, planned,
according to the day's programme schedule: begin in the morning until the evening,
fingers hysterically pressing the remote control's buttons, the scepter,
now speeding up... now slowing down...
It's he that controls us in this uproar of puppets' opinions,
as long as we choose the band: UHF, VHF, occasions for practical jokes are plenty... ENOUGH!
Rebelling is a duty....
Disconnect the power....
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