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DORSAL ATLâNTICA LYRICS
"Searching for the Light" (1990)
1. Hierarchic Democracy
2. Fighting in Gangs
3. Misery Spreads
4. Not to Leave the Power
5. Only One of Them (Must be Left)
6. Gathered Prisoners
7. Childish Boots and Steps
8. The Ones Left Scream
9. History Starts (To Take a Route)
1. Hierarchic Democracy
The sleeping hard worker listen to the television propaganda. Each whispered word get into your subconscience.
Foreign propaganda about the city of Hierarchic Democracy:
Hierarchic Democracy
“ Our biggest party is the social readjustment a parade in February
where the poor and the rich fraternize. In this city sex is free because
water and food are contraceptives your dreams in the ideal city”.
The truth about the social readjustment:
“Hard workers and bosses face one another down there naked hands rum with stones up there in the lofts hands shoot to kill the tourists
love the rhythm of these solidary people”. (like said the propaganda)
“the readjustment works to eliminate the excess of old workers and
the unwanted as a whole”.
Hierarchic democracy
16 daily hours killowatts salary hour they live in drain traps and are
called the undergrounds.
In the lofts of buildings the owners of the machines practice the
military religion and they are the uppermost. Drain traps of the
families terminated by the readjustment are delivered to a new
family with lower salaries to be terminated tomorrow as well
Government reasons: “Social readjustment your retirement still
incentivates the tourism in the city”.
The female hard workers are fertilized by the test tube method when
the state wishes new workers use the official semen of the prized
toady hard workers and a conceptive drug.
Hierarchic democracy
2. Fighting in Gangs
Hundreds of gangs ravage the streets at night.
The existence of these groups is illegal but the law rests when the sun sets. Gangs of religious militarists (the state police, a sect with political education and/or policemen the religious education) who terminate beggars and bums to protect their moral behavior, by day, like excellent fathers and policemen.
The gang of the Clandestine is formed by hardworker’s children. Kept from governmental vigilance ever since delivery, performed by Clandestine doctors, away from schools that only teach hardworkers to be hardworker’s children. The Clandestine are one of the religious favorite gangs to be arrested and tortured. The Green Shirts youngsters, who follow reactionary rues, are a serviceable arm of the religious military movement.
There are some semi-pacific groups like the Drug Freaks depending on the reaction and the quantity of the drug.
The girls who belong to these gangs are more courageous than most of the others, from their very early years, they have been taught not to be libertine, this being related to the fact that they don’t get pregnant. With more courage they face the possibility of being arrested in philthy penitentiaries. Till the moment they are sent to S.R.S. (Social Readjustment Square).
The prejudice among the groups is not just a fact in the gangs. The Undergrounds themselves discriminate a lower class, the Homeless. The Uppermost take advantage of this disagreement.
Fighting in Gangs
Some youngsters get together in forbidden gangs others try to be accepted practicing the most popular sport: The railroad surfing. The first are chased to work until death what’s left for the late ones is to
live and die by the rules.
In each shadow a gang each one has an objective.
Each one look like one another despite all that. No one understands.
They're all lost.
Clandestine:
“We're the gang of the numberless ever since we were born we never
had documents. It’s hard to talk about a city that doesn't belong to us.
We listen to heavy sound. we love our girls. We simply live. This
bothers much. Our parents pray for our exile in counter system”.
Clandestine’s dad:
“Counter system is a city separated from ours by a castrating wall they say that there are no leaders no orders”.
Clandestine or numberless:
“What can a youngster want? Fighting in gangs!”
The clandestine idolize the indians a free legendary race people doubt
they have existed. the numberless believes it’s possible fighting in
gangs is what’s left.
It’s in the sky it’s the warning from the police come on let’s play the
stalker and the prey again.
3. Misery Spreads
Clandestine farm hands raise small kitchen gardens in the country side of the Drain Traps, there’s a black market of natural food without contraceptive drugs. The food is used as an unofficial currency. Many Undergrounds pay dues of a notebook of the revolutionary war destined to get funds for a revolution in Hierarchic Democracy, that shall permit the carries the right of taking part in the future revolutionary government of collision. Other Undergrounds believe that these notebooks are nothing but a governmental trick to choose the food used as currency, regarding that the hard workers earn in kilowatt salary hour.
Some Clandestine are even born due, to the eating of purified food and water. This being done by female Hardworkers. The government is aware of this and in order to take hold of the situation tries to extinguish this food with the spraying of Agro-drugs in the Undergrounds suburbs.
To tell the truth, they complain but they pay their monthly dues. Light methods are more worth than a thousand clubs.
Misery Spreads
The election day is drawing near the promises as well, there are two
candidates the now president and the opposition the military
religious ones have given a relief the gangs during these weeks prior
to the elections but posters cover bathrooms whore houses and
loudspeakers in the streets transmit the speech of opposition:
“Stand for the new. Amnest to all gangs, new age of progress needs a
leader, I’m elected for the first time to be the father of you all”.
Misery spreads in the working class suburbs intelligent Load carries are not interesting to state to the hard workers the tools sex as much as they want is enough and they watch the railroad surfin' games (so that they feel a little human).
One of the clandestine speaks aloud to stray the attention of the
others: “Many stay in silence uncertainty rounds their thoughts
maturity is a kind of obedience what do the years keep for you?”
“For us a new life in counter system we need to be more united than
even before”. Everybody holds ones another but one of them called
IAN listens more than speaks “Go to next door”.
IAN doesn't have much of a conscience of what’s happening he's
never chosen anything in his life his parents decided he'd be
clandestine the state decided he'd be chased his friends decided he'd
be one more time decided he wouldn't have more time.
4. Not to Leave the Power
Rumors about delaying the election, a synonym of calling if off. They want to break into the Drain-traps to arrest the drug dealers. Probably to inspect the Undergrounds with a good excuse.
Rumors are fast and efficient.
Not to Leave the Power
They broadcast an electional propaganda during the hardworkers sleep. They were taught to sleep with their TV sets turned on that get
off the air when work begins.
Hardworkers keep indifferent even under a threat of not voting many clandestines disappeared from meetings, they surrendered expecting
a reward (or forgiveness for such a great attitude).
IAN: “I must forget about my grand mom sleeping in front of TV set my girlfriend left me, my parents are growing older, this God that
never comes.
My world was the room, now my answers are behind the wall. My
world was the room, that’s what they told me”.
IAN’s mom watches the electional propaganda and says: “These eyes
don't lie. The face and the eyes changed but this opposition candidate
was our president 20 years ago, the same folks of yesterday”.
IAN: “All possible efforts not to leave the power”.
5. Only One of Them (Must be Left)
A brief letter from a quitter says an adult doesn’t have to act like a child. He just wants to be fit, have a job, a fragrant woman, a Drain-trap, a personality, a wardrobe, a hair cut. Being mediocre is a human condition that tells us apart from the other animals.
Only One of Them Must Be Left
They have chosen the same time for the final game of railroad surfin’
to runaway they have walked to a far point.
High tension cables pass over the players eleven fighters on each
train's roofs bodies electrocuted one after the other only one of them
must be left.
In the wall the fans were mixed with the themes of the teams with the bursting of fireworks the sound of thousand of radios, fighters
heat up in the orgy of flags.
Every possible care is little but the drunk guards are much more
worried with the result.
The TV broadcasts the prorrogation. now there's only one left on
each train. The two hordes scream: “We're the champs”.
Clandestines: “Our indian flag is an ideal of faith and victory”.
The dwellers of counter system led the newcomers to a center of
conscience where they must adapt to the new culture debt is a
strange word to a free zone but they’re too happy to thing about it.
Free at last free in counter system free in dream land.
6. Gathered Prisoners
The social workers of center of conscience wake up the guests with a good morning and a smile in their lips.
The TV in the living room shows how counter system has progress and freedom. The Clandestines weren’t used to be so well treated and were in eternal excitement.
Gathered Prisoners
They just couldn’t get away from town happy winds of hope brought forth a social worker warns that tomorrow morning a train will come
to pick them up and stabilish their new homes.
There used to be blocks separated from the dormitories of the
clandestine.
They used to be junkyard but there used to be a strange movement
around.
IAN went there by dawn to his surprise they were many they were many, many gathered prisoners.
7. Childish Boots and Steps
Childish Boots and Steps
Prisoner:
“We’re political prisoners treat us with flowers would be setting up one's own burial so they sent their children disguised as soldiers in
army suits”.
Childish boots and steps
IAN: “They were only 18 and scared just like us”.
Other prisoner:
“Our leaders are in cells under maximum control to move to a center of conscience where it would be easier to escape
Childish boots and steps
They urge many to die daily by fellows to force the government to
move them. Anyone can die, anyone can kill, for the government
conspirators are worse than killers. Dead we shall be someless to be
fed by their fees.
A good outlaw is a dead outlaw".
IAN came back and told everything to the gang they said
conspirators always lie the gang conspiring in their only city only
IAN could see they were biting their own tails the circle was closed.
8. The Ones Left Scream
The Ones Left Scream
In the morning a train came to pick up the clandestine to the city
erase a past to believe in dreams. IAN distrusting and the pals celebrating everybody's come to realize so it was easy to run away
The wall's been returning
The two sides have always been the same piece they were returning
maybe to the readjustment they broke into the door IAN and his
pals climb the train until the roof.
The law always triumphs.
Staring eyes on the horizon useless to ask IAN the cables come flying inside cars the ones left scream desperatly IAN lying cries
freedom comes dignified.
The train crosses the boarder IAN drops off and disappears it's dawn
and both follow their destiny.
IAN: “I’ve always imagined the sunrise as an omen on the end of
the world before this statement. I’m only a child in torment they can
call me a man, I already have a raped soul how much weight do I
still have to carry for the mankind?”
Go to next door.
9. History Starts (To Take a Route)
But the wall wasn’t there. It never been there. It was a moral concept, just like a mirage.
The posters warn that the readjustment began last night. Next to the parade place, hundreds of hard workers dance on a viaduct. The loudspeakers play readjustment songs to exalt the spirit of the fighters. The dance blocks up the traffic. The trucks that try to get through are plundered. Police come beating them up.
Fireworks burst uninterruptedly. Powder rises among thee sweat of the crowd. All the air screams the claim of war and licentiousness.
A band goes leading the way, a fat travesty with razor scars passes in an open car. Two snakes around his neck, the head of one of them being swallowed. The drunk people follow in procession like everything else were useless living like the last of their days.
IAN starts running in the battle square. The guards laugh at the show almost over. What’s left is the smell of blood and urine.
How to recognize someone among ruined flesh?
The tourists dance excited exorcising for love later, and take a chance to shoot the dying and see how they have fun, drink and admire from near the bloody skulls. Mothers with sleeping children in the laps talk about what to do tomorrow. Children running on the remains, the posters sweep the splinters. The firemen wet the corpses. The urban trash company takes the remains away.
Bodies are gathered, at last they understand one another united in eternity. All the gangs, enemies, lovers, parents, children, abortions. Now they’re all dead, from now to five minutes they’ll be out of date.
History Starts to Take a Route
IAN locks himself in his room and just waits, nobody in his home.
Two other people walk to IAN's house. They're two drop outs. They
had given up surrendering. They hope that IAN would come to take
them. They break into the door, floor is all vomited IAN's body's in
fetal position, the two still tried to cheer him up but they ran away
scared leaving IAN and a dream behind.
Fireworks explode in the air party is over another one's just begun
people celebrate victory of the opposition's candidate salute to hierarchic democracy. Nothing looks more like an old rule than a new
rule.
History starts to take a route.
Everything can happen again another way another time mankind
lives in circles that never meet.
IAN: “I'm me I’m one I’m everybody I’m what I’ve always been
things are changing all around me there's a reality inside me and I’m
on it the light no longer transmits me anguish I know the dreams
will leave beyond us. A new beginning of life where I ended up”.
Hours later the state doctors came to exhume the body they found
sings of death by suicide and an unknown name in death certificate.
People start talking about a martyr thinking about whatever hope
they might have.
History starts to take a route.
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