I'M JUST A SOUL WHO'S INTENTIONS ARE GOOD.
OH LORD, PLEASE DON'T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD.
there is a devil in this world
and no angel will save us.
our relations are sickened and damaged in this upside down world.
they're turning our neighbourhoods into disneylands.
they're building more prisons and doubling their patrols.
at the same time miss celine dion sings love songs while our cities burn.
in these times, when everything is denied us,
anything is possible.
but everyday stubborn clumsy beautiful ideas rot on the withering vine.
all dreams fall down.
failure leads to irony,
and irony smothers us with all the pastel colours of the newest retail superstores.
we call for an end to this state of affairs.
long live a little bit of autonomy.
long live all quiet roof easels.
a sort of culture can be built here.
all sorts of things can happen
when and if we finally begin to refuse.
we dedicate tonight's performance to quiet refusals
loud refusals and sad refusals.
we dedicate it to the imminent market collapse.
we dedicate it to carpenters,
waitresses and drug addicts.
we dedicate it to secretaries, alcoholics and schizophrenics.
we dedicate it to the boys kissing boys,
girls kissing girls,
girls kissing boys
and everything in between.
we dedicate it to anxiety attacks, hangovers, worried depression
and all the other necessary by-products of trying to live free.
we dedicate it to any endeavour who's ultimate unreasonable goal is autonomy,
self-determination or joy.
we dedicate it to every prisoner in the world.
(godspeed! you black emporer)