General Bacardi

Discussion dans 'Archive' créé par Ungovernable, 7 Mai 2007.

  1. Ungovernable

    Ungovernable   Comité auto-gestion Équipe technique Membre actif

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    Mar 2005
    I've seen it all before, revolution at my back door, well whose to sauy it won't happen all again. The Generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.

    They talk from the screen and T.V. tube, they talk revolution like it's processed food. They talk anarchy from music hall stages, look for change in colour supplement pages. They think that by talking from some distant tower, that something might change in the structure of power. They dream, they dream, never walk on the street. They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet.


    Alternative values were a con, a fucking con. They never really meant it when they said, "Get it on". They really meant it when they said, "Mine, that's mine", can't you see? They stamped on our heads so that they could be free. They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes, tending their goats and organic tomatoes. While the world was being fucked by fascist regimes, they talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams.