LES CHEMINS ÉLECTRONIQUES #5
CUCUMBER SUM UP – LYRICS
Knowledge – consciousness – responsabilities – pragmatic frames – tv radio web 2.0 – calculators advertising – 3d screens – politic conjectures – geographic poblems –
Problems – bodies – speech – art – food – tradition – cultural events – trees protection – rapes – dog races – cyclisme – transports – accidents –
Rescue – gods – science – research – and destroy – commercial exchanges – love – speculation – houses – road networks – oil station – porn movies –
Books – philosophy – social philosophy – social classes – organisation – reason – trith – lies – void – ideas – theoric concepts – strangers – disasters – energy – humans – grace – Pets – hope – monuments – ways of history – future unknow – mistakes – creation – believers – sensations – time – space – wind – moon – sky – acid rain – Soy and cucumber – tomatoes – blood – shit – languages – wars – winners- great nations – button – pressure – dust !
Microbionics systemics – Subatomic social tronic –
Crossing my way via the tomorow dead radiowaves,
News from revolution in live direct – twit center, global encounter – Bye bye old men good morning new sun flowers ephemerary symbol of new hope lost between the antic crisis taking a new occidental bend, oh no, what’s surprise !
No lights thank you for the com, we knew isn’t it ?
No revelation about corruption or sex politic impact,
Palme d’or to a good christian movie, grace to the Vatican and what ? Go is a strange father, wake up, no, no more dolby-surround plasmic 3d proselitist please no more sun lights between latin Rebirth propaganda remake, no more sun,
Now it’s time for rain but rain doesn’t comle and the vegetables kills bio-men – ha ha ha – no fun –
Not so sad, we continue to the end – allright money is ou rand we sail greek pantheon to the capitalisticommunist fear revenge cyborgs, waiting a new explosion on the neighbourhood,
We want water, water to calm the reactor to save the machine the fool machine oh yes, she’s wake up, she’s alive she wants to eat, to eat the city with pepper-people quiet vegetables,
Water to clean my face, i cut my fur i’m covered of dead hairs, i’m a sleemy sick animal with holes in my head, i’m the product of my time, my time is gone, the time is gone to spit my blank brain on the table and find gold maybe and try to make an optical fibre cable wire of fire – fire to turn off the water – non sense i lose the wire – i want to stretch a wire to make a trap and laught again