Minor Hypnoses Lyrics

today there is not an action or thought
that is not trapped in the net of received ideas
constraints have become less occult
more blatant, less powerful, more numerous

we build the walls of our isolation out of a flood of minor hypnoses:
news, culture, town planning, publicity
mechanisms of conditioning and suggestion.
in the service of any order, established, or to come
why?

there wasn't enough freedom to be found among the ruins of unitary power
to prevent the ruins to become another prison
why?


behind the veil of superstition appeared, not naked truth, but the birdlime of ideologies.
the prisoners of fragmentary power have no refuge from tyranny but the shadow of freedom.

why remain exiled from our own existence?

neither gods nor words can manage to cover it up any longer
this commonplace creature roams in the railway stations and vacant lots
it confronts you at each evasion of yourself.
was it ever otherwise?

the most chances of liberation are born in what is most familiar
art, ethics, philosophy bear witness: under the crust of words and concepts,
the living reality of non-adaptation to the world is always crouched,
ready to blow, ready to spring.

it confronts you at each evasion of yourself, it touches your elbow, catches your eye,
and the dialogue begins.
you must lose yourself with it or save it with you.