Keys are running hot but we re not able to make conversation so I write a detailed blog about my life in alienation. Everything has to be shared, so you post what you haven't really seen, watching your favourite band through a camera screen.
It's not charme anymore that strikes, so I measure myself by the number of likes.
Everything's observed, there's nothing they can't see! Smile, smile, smile you're on CCTV!
Just because I plead for a world without a boarder does not mean I want a fast food chain on each and every corner, I want to piss on these laws, civil disobedience at its best, living by the rules of peace by our own manifest.
Stand up, shout out blow up these chains and then start with the best intentions all over again!
Open spaces in shopping malls, decorated by blank, grey, naked walls. The sterility takes away my breath in this corporate monster, the grocer's death. In this concrete seas there are a thousand new shops, in these heartless ocean, these brandnew blocks and nobody can move in this invisible prison 'cause everything is observed by cops! Faces scanned, profiles created, habits looked at, infiltrated, voluntarily contributing to the digital stream, fulfilling the advertisers' wet dream.
So I give away my identification, bid freedom farewell and welcome globalisation.
from Split 7" w/ Riverboat Gamblers
released January 13, 2014
text written by Philipp Eisl
music written by the Forum Walters
mixed by Matthias Müllner
mastered by Marco Perdacher
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