Filth is coming out of the drains, again.

The strings are pulled, the knives are high.
Mr. Honey Tongue is talking of love, rolling bones and souls towards the graves.
From the withered mountain Mr. Crippled Brain is barking with his twisted tongue.
The stage is set, the guests are met, who'll be the first to start the dance ?
And we thought it was over.

For the people living in year 2199

I would like to leave a note for people who I hope will be living in better times than these.
The dreams of my generation turned into nightmares, we believed in peace and freedom, we believed in souls' enlightenment. We were dreaming of a less materialistic society, not entirely driven by money and greed. We were waiting for an age of spirituality, a breath of purifyng religion and sense of wonder for the universe and all the things in it. What have we got now ? Ideals are long gone and forgotten it seems, the consumistic beast had devoured our best dreams, caught in a rat race we forgot that there could be a better life for mankind. Religion has turned into a sort of politic party, it only serve for somebody's needs to control and manipulate. What do we see 'round the corner ? Old ancient mindless ideologies of violence are surfacing again in our societies, wolves are beginning to bark again, they're guiding their sheeps into the new internment camps. What will all this be leading to ? i'm not optimistic, i still think that mankind has a long way to go before we learn that we could build a better world for all. I think that there are dark times ahead of us, times where wolves be be wearing sheep's clothes, they'll be talking of love, using it as a strategy to justify their deeds. But it will be a conditioned love, those who're with them will be the chosen ones, and the others will only be an obstacle to remove. The age of brain control is coming into action, the puppeteers have started to weave their strings. I'm dreaming now that in 100 years my grandnephews will be dreaming their own dreams and build a better way of living, in peace with all mankind.

Ambientalism and people who care.

Paul Cat & Lola

This seems to be the year of old friends returning into my life, it's true that soul brothers may be distant but they never forget each other. Paul was one of my musical heroes, we became friends and shared some crazy times in our youth. I've met him last summer after a couple of decades we had lost contact and it was just like finding again a lost brother.

Paul has got a long story behind him, guess many of you out there have heard about Paul Chain's Death SS. My old band The Drivers, and Paul's SS, were the only bands in my town in the late seventies and early eighties, we were the very pioneers of the musical scene of our bleak town. Sometime ago he decided to die artistically and then he came back again in another incarnation. He now calls himself Paul Cat, if you don't know anything about him this is a good opportunity to know better a free mind in a chained world.

So let me introduce you his new project called "Metropolis" which is not only about music but also about environment and ambientalism. You can download for free the entire new album and also look at his projects, you'll find his website enlightening.
I hope you will find him as special as he really is.

Paul Cat for ambientalism
Metropolis (2009)

High Hopes.

I find myself sincerely hoping that this world will end soon, before it falls further down the sewer, I very much hope that some lunatic initiates the dance of Shiva. Humanity repeats the same mistakes decade after decade and I am a guy who gets easily bored. So, or we start all over again or it's better to stop this insane meaningless race. I don't wanna see history repeating itself, racism, greed, selfishness, limited mentality of people, mass communications control, i already know that idiot movie.
Stop this show.

Art (real art).

Art must be a scratch in the conscience of people or nothing at all.

Quello che tu sei - Video -

A warning.

We, people of the '60s, we had been speechless, dumbed by astonishment, we watched the ground fall off our feet, our dreams drown into mud and yet we thought it was ok. We didn't realize the price we'd have to pay was so gloomy. Our was the blame of failure. Now some wretched mind with crippled tongue is pushing things forward again into the black. The sowers of hate are frying people's mind, surfing on fears breeded by mass communications puppeteers. I'm so fucking bored of mankind, stupidity over greed over blindness. I wish a stone may soon be rolling to erase this useless madness.

The name of the thing.

29-10-2009

Scratches of time.

The Drivers, born on a cold winter's day in my home from some of the most dangerous minds of my wretched hometown. The Drivers and Paul Chain's Death SS were the only bands in town, The starting of the eighties was a time of confusion and great hopes, it really was another world. The times were exciting, punk had just left and the new-wave was coming in, we felt as everything was possible for us. When we strolled around downtown with our leather neckties and jackets people used to look at us as if we were aliens and somehow we really were. We didn't care, all we ever wanted was to follow our dreams and express ourselves having fun in the meanwhile. The band lasted for about 3 years, we played several gigs and concerts and even went on air on some of the first private televisions in Italy. When people started to recognize us the band broke up. Many people of my hometown still remember The Drivers.

A special thought goes to Aldo Polverari, one of my best friends and one of the best persons i've ever known. Those who met you and knew you still miss you Aldo.

Things you should read more.

Il bar Charlie era pieno zeppo e Charlie non era solo, dietro il bancone con lui c’era la Simonetta la ragazza che aveva assunto negli ultimi tempi. Ordinarono due ceres e poi
si misero a sedere ad un tavolo libero. Ad un tavolo poco distante dal loro c’era Ledo e il suo gruppo tutti rigidamente griffati, per lo più Armani e Versace. “Cazzo io non li sopporto quelli, tutti con i loro abitini firmati, apparenza e nient’altro, stanno in giro a galleggiarsi e niente più”. Disse Luca. “Non sono i soli; il mondo è pieno di gente come loro, è la superficialità che la vince sopra ognoi altra cosa”. Disse Joyce e continuò: “Ti uccidono con la loro superficialità, tu non ci fai caso, non ti va di vedere come stanno le cose, così li accetti e così finisci per diventare come loro, capisci? E’ così che va il mondo e loro in fondo non chiedono niente di più, vogliono solo che tu sia come loro, vogliono potersi specchiare come in uno specchio d’acqua, che niente li disturbi, e così finiscono per ucciderti, è così se non stai attento”.

Charlie's bar was crowded and Charlie wasn't alone, behind the counter there was Simonetta with him, the girl he hired in recent times. They ordered two Ceres and sat down at a table. At another table not far from them there was Ledo and his group, all rigidly signed mostly Armani and Versace. "Shit i can't stand them, all with their signed dresses, appearance and nothing more, they're out to show off and nothing more" said Luca . They're not alone: the world is full of people like them, is superficiality that the wins above everything else. Joyce said and continued : "They kill you with their superficiality, you just don't mind, you don't want to see how things really are, so you accept them and in the end you're going to be one of them, you understand ? this is the way the world goes and after all they ask for nothing more, they want to be reflected as in a water pool, don't want anything that may bother them, and so they'll end up to kill you if you're not careful."

© Mauro Copes - 2009, from the book "Fuori dal freddo" "Out of the cold" .
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