Listen to Oremun
Écoutez-moi
by Onu Oremun
Part One
With same lame game came shame. I had been sitting alone for a few days, having nothing but freedom. Free space. Free expression. Free speech. Free time. Free thought. Free thought. Ce moment, j’ai pensé à tout la monde. I couldn’t help it. I got a bit of perspective and then came shame. Cause when I am totally free and alone this happens. Et donc, quand je pensais à ces choses et au monde, Bob Dylan est venu à mon avis. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMIlP4zB0EM) Alors avec son battement, mes mots ont commencé and this is what came out:
To all you hipsters
Ya rock’n’ roll flipsters
Shakin’ bakin’ greasers
Callin’ all you cheapsters
Toe tapin’ songwriters
Corrupt ‘n’ useless crime fighters
Artists, poets, hypocrites
White collar motorists
Those drivin’ for a livin’
And just kinda skimmin’
Makers, fakers, takers
Money bags and rakers
Stoppin’ all you talkers
‘n’ friggin’ creepy stalkers
Governments and drillers
You cold hearted killers
Narcissists and pessimists
All machoistic feminists
Écoutez-moi
Breeders, feeders, leaders
Beaters, cheaters, readers
Gangsters ‘n’ pranksters,
‘N’ fuckin’ oil tankers
Thinkers and drinkers
You time suckin’ sinkers
Loners, moaners, stoners
You boners and a groaners
Pill poppin’ punk faces
Partying in all the places
Creatures, leachers, teachers
You always prayin’ preachers
The athlete, the elite
The entire army fleet
Écoutez- moi
Movie, pop and tv stars
Middlemen with fancy cars
Lawyers, mayors, just sayers
Singles, partners and players
The stock brokers, big jokers
Blood thirsty Bram Stokers
Journalists and publicists
You Marxistic communists
Jackers, hackers, backpackers
All you perpetual slackers
PM, Doctor, VIP
GM, Judge and MC
President ‘n’ prostitute
Corporation, institute
Mothers, fathers, brothers
Sisters, sons ‘n’ daughters
Cashier, waiter, salesman
And those who don’t give a damn
Écoutez-moi
‘Cause from wherever we came
Don’t matter what, name to fame
We’re all humanly the same
‘N’ there sure’s no one to blame
Stop yer self, don’t play the game
You’re puttin’ us all to shame
Take a listen now…it’s mighty fuckin’ lame
!!!
Part Two
Hermits haven’t hateful hearts. Okay. I’m a lover actually and I am still alone, wondering if I’ll ever want to return to society. Pourquoi? Parce-que je m’demande : Est-ce que une personne change, si sa société ne change pas ? Les roues tournent et tournent:
The wheels are moving round and round
But there ain’t nothing that’s been found
‘Cause the world keeps turnin’ and the plains keep burnin’
And it keeps on spinnin’ so there’s no beginnin’
Just you and me are pushing up and down
On the train tracks to nowhere
And the wheels are moving round and round
But the people turnin’ s’never hit the ground
They’ve never found the point; never linked the joint
So it keeps on spinnin’ and there’s no beginnin’
Just you and me are pushing up and down
On the train tracks to nowhere
So the wheels keep moving round and round
Then someone hits the brakes; suddenly makes a sound
And the people all jump over this speed bump
And the wheels keep spinnin’ when no ones listenin’
But you and me pushing up and down
While on the train tracks to nowhere
That’s fucked up. So, I fall back. I lay looking up at the ceiling – full of thousands of tiny cracks. Et maintenant, je dois penser. Donc, je dois être seule.
