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ABSIDIA LYRICS
"Written in Minor Key" (2001)
1. Press The Button
2. A Faint Smell Of
3. To Overcome The Barrier
4. Blood Has Been Shed
5. Never Again Denying Their Lives
6. Let The Shades Fall Down
7. Museum
1. Press The Button
Press the button one more time, change the channel, travel through your world full of love, lustre and stars. You're lost in your dreams, believing everything they put in front of you but has nothing to do with real life. It's just a staged spectacle to keep you from realizing your potential, to hinder you from breaking out of the prison called TV. It quenches your thirst for happiness, it keeps you satisfied, makes you feel good.
"The media is a source of titillation more than information. The mission of the media is to please, to comfort and primarily to sell." (Mumia Abu-Jamal)
When TV was developed it was promised that everybody would learn about the world in his living room. But meanwhile the whole thing has become a show. More and more people get lost in this "real world". They don't want to be informed, they just want to be entertained! It is frightening to watch so-called "News" in which only a few short blinks are determined to inform about the happenings around the world. The rest of the time they waste by giving you news about the stars or talk about the newest trends.
2. A Faint Smell Of
In your full glory you shine like the sun falling trough the leaves of an old tree, touching the ground but never melting the ice that covers the eternal flame. Coal appears to be gold and everyday's life is like a walk trough the garden of Eden. The grey haze around me turns into a faint smell of rose and clove. To open your mouth and listen to the words you say is sweeter than milk and honey, softer than the skin of a newborn child and more valuable than life.
3. To Overcome The Barrier
Each time I see sand on bare skin I ask myself if there can life without water in a desert full of emotions.
A tear full of regret out of your eyes would help me to overcome the barrier to my complete calm, to see your right was wrong. It wasn't only me who caused the pain, it takes two people to do what we have done.
You go out of one's way to find the place you lost your lack of inhibition, to find the moment we became one but at the same time broke apart.
4. Blood Has Been Shed
The earth turns her inside out to destroy what she created. Mankind the incarnation of perfection, shaped by gods almighty hands, now seizes the ground, exploits mother nature to gain a brick of coal, a block of wood, a piece of gold.
But is it worth to pay a price higher than a billion dollars for just a lifetime of luxury? Are one hundred years of wind, rain and fire less valuable than a wooden floor?
The boundary line is crossed, it was a small step for a men, but a huge step for mankind. The blood of a mother has been shed by her own children, the ground is soaked with blood, the retaliation of innocence: a storm for each fallen tree, a flood for each polluted sea, a famine for each wasted grain.
Modern man has evaded his responsibility of taking care of the world he is living in. He used the provided sources of the nature without taking in account that they won't last forever. He wasted this irretrievable treasures for living in affluence. There is no doubt that this can't go on forever! We have to change our attitude towards the world we are living in, to respect the entrusted environment and try to live in unison with this planet. Otherwise the already happening revenge of the exploited earth will lead to a cruel end for mankind.
5. Never Again Denying Their Lives
Until the opposite is proved right you abide to your decision, never admit to the atrocities suffered by the disarmed. You worship those who were responsible for the mortal fear of thousands. You commemorate the day your messiah preferred suicide to admitting his lost struggle. Read the inscriptions on the tombs of those who died a bitter death, now lying buried in the fields of extermination. Listen to the screams of those locked up in the wagons of the train of extermination, waiting for the deadly poison. Feel the pain of those who were tortured in the labor camps, raped by countless sentries on cold grounds, starved to death in the name of your blue-eyed god in uniform. Their death was arranged by transforming a religion into a race, dedicated to be annihilated. This is the case, there is no getting away from it, it has inevitably happened or do you call us fools?
There are still people out there nowadays who stick to the conviction, that all the cruelties during the Holocaust never happened, that all the evidences are fake and even the witnesses tell a false story about their fate.
But we have to admit that all the inhuman deeds have happened!
We have to learn to live with this part of our history and to come to terms with the problems instead of ignore them completely! It's up to us to prevent that such structures and mentalities will become popular again!
FIGHT FASCISM IN THE BEGINNING, NOT IN THE END!!!
6. Let The Shades Fall Down
You live your life and bask in your fame, but people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. Take a look behind the facade, see what is hidden in the dark, set the balls rolling and put your cards on the table. Your paltry generosity was only a means to an end, the veil to cover your evil face. Your kindness is just a pretence for your machination, you have blotted your copy-book, you're ruthless. Let the shades fall down to end the tyranny, to create an abundance if birdlife without greed and pain.
"It must come from the poor, a rebellion of the spirit that
re-affirmes their intrinsic human worth, based upon who they are rather than what they possess" (Mumia Abu-Jamal)
The modern men is measured only by his possessions, someone is only worth the things he owns, values and character doesn't count anymore. Nobody cares if there is something odd about it. Often, these "honourable" persons stop at nothing: they exploit their workers, they deceive the laws but still pretend to have a clean record.
Maybe we shouldn't overrate our scale of values.
7. Museum
Walking through the gallery full of remembrances of a time, so clean and serene. The pictures moving by as fast as my hearts beats the rhythm of our song, I still can hear it, this sweet melody, coming closer, reminds me of the moments we shared together. The colours fade away and out comes your face as beautiful as it ever has been, calling out my name, driving me crazy, I fall to the ground, unable to move, trying to scream but only bring myself to say your name, say your name...
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