I knew I wouldn't be long until I brought up the damn political issue again. The good thing is that this time I have to say nothing, as the band visiting us today says it all. Chocadelia Internacional dissect the situation with the ironic scalpel of their caustic rhyme to announce the end of a dream from an "anartist" position and providing "funk'n'rollin" rhythm and chords. The dream may not be as close as it seems, but the mere fact of singing to it makes it look less and less far. "The newspapers say so", "the air is funny"; can't you smell it you too? It's the stench of the sewer system from which the rats will soon begin to flee... Listen carefully and then do not miss the rest of the album, which holds exactly the same level (read the El fin está cerca album review in Spanish and an interview with Chocadelia Internacional on rockinspain.es). Here's the translation of the lyrics for you to enjoy this fierce philosophy.
Sometimes I think that maybe people are not as stupid as it seems.
Maybe (and I mean maybe) people get what they deserve.
Nobody is forced, no one tells us what to do,
We are where we are because that's where we want to be.
We want to be free of the need to be free.
People are so dependent on the present
That we forget that today can be the past of a better future.
We live beyond our possibilities and below our needs ...
Is there anybody in there MacFly?
And out there ... Is there anyone?
The newspapers say so, I feel it in my bones.
My nerves are broken and that is symptomatic
That the end is near.
Unmistakable signs, the air is funny,
I have all the symptoms, my world is over.
The end is near.
Shoot me down now that I'm so happy:
I have a family like the Ingalls, a villa like the one in Desperate Housewives
And stupid kids like in Physics and Chemistry*.
People laugh through laugh track,
We say that all is well because you gotta to be optimistic in order not to be cruel.
We came out of a dictatorship to enter a mall ...
For God's sake! Is that the psychic basis common to all mankind?
The sleep of reason produces unhappy lives whose only goal is to work, work and work until retirement and then?
Then you die.
(Chorus)
Never saying no.
Never stopping in time.
Never being assertive at the right time.
The End is near.
Sometimes I think that maybe people are not as stupid as it seems.
Maybe (and I mean maybe) people get what they deserve.
Nobody is forced, no one tells us what to do,
We are where we are because that's where we want to be.
We want to be free of the need to be free.
People are so dependent on the present
That we forget that today can be the past of a better future.
We live beyond our possibilities and below our needs ...
Is there anybody in there MacFly?
And out there ... Is there anyone?
The newspapers say so, I feel it in my bones.
My nerves are broken and that is symptomatic
That the end is near.
Unmistakable signs, the air is funny,
I have all the symptoms, my world is over.
The end is near.
Shoot me down now that I'm so happy:
I have a family like the Ingalls, a villa like the one in Desperate Housewives
And stupid kids like in Physics and Chemistry*.
People laugh through laugh track,
We say that all is well because you gotta to be optimistic in order not to be cruel.
We came out of a dictatorship to enter a mall ...
For God's sake! Is that the psychic basis common to all mankind?
The sleep of reason produces unhappy lives whose only goal is to work, work and work until retirement and then?
Then you die.
(Chorus)
Never saying no.
Never stopping in time.
Never being assertive at the right time.
The End is near.
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