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Et c’est totalement vide
Et c’est totalement vide
Et c’est totalement vide
Lourd et vide et ennuyeux
Comme l’espace où tu es
Comme l’espace où tu es désormais
L’air d’irréalité
L’air d’irréalité est épais ici
Est épais ici
Tu es coincé
Et tu ne peux pas penser
Et tu as oublié comment faire
Et tu ne peux pas
Et tu ne parleras à personne
Et tu as oublié
Et tu veux être seulement confus et seul
Et récure à fond dans ton cœur
Dans ton cœur
Jusqu’à ce qu’il ne reste rien
Rien
Ce qu’il ne reste
Rien
Et le peu qui reste
Et le peu qui reste
Et le peu qui reste
Ne fait que descendre le tuyau d’écoulement
Le mécontentement du présent
Le manque de satisfaction
Toujours en train de te préparer à le faire
A le faire
Te préparer à le faire
Te préparant à le faire
Mais tu te contentes d’être toujours prêt
Tu te contentes d’être prêt
Alors pense à tirer quelque chose de cette consomption
Consomption
Qui laisse l’esprit
En éveil
De cette consomption qui laisse l’esprit en éveil
Et le corps dépérir
Dépérir et pourrir
Dépérir et pourrir
L’esprit en éveil
Sans mémoires
Exilé de ta vie
Sans mémoires, exilé de la vie
Tu restes
Tu restes
Tu as même oublié que tu désirais
L’étendue du désert
Et tu ne penses plus à ces jours
Et tu penses de moins en moins
Et ça s’est apostasié
Et tu acceptes l’apostasie
Pour devenir apostat de la totalité
Apostat de la totalité
Et c’est bon
Et vide
Et c’est bon et vide
Et c’est bon et vide
Tranquille
Et immobile
Tranquille et immobile
Sans mémoire
Sans mémoire
Sans volition
Et totalement confiant
Et lucide
Et incroyablement clair
Et serein
Sans volition
Et tu restes
Tu restes là
Et ça ne finit jamais
Et c’est absolument vide
Et toi, et ça
N’êtes
Même
Pas
Là
Et toi et tout ça n’êtes même pas là
Et toi aussi
Toi aussi
Tu peux devenir
Un expert
De l’ennui
Tu deviens un expert du repli
Roro perrot (d’après Giorno)
English version
And it's totally empty
And it's totally empty
And it's totally empty
Heavy and empty and boring
As the space where you are
As the space where you are now
The air of unreality
The air of unreality is thick here
Is thick here
You're stuck
And you can not think
And you forgot how to
And you can not
And you do not speak to anyone
And you forgot
And you only want to be confused and alone
And scour deep into your heart
In your heart
Until nothing remains
Nothing
What remains
Nothing
And the little that remains
And the little that remains
And the little that remains
Only down the drain
The discontent of this
Lack of satisfaction
Always being prepared to do
To do
Getting ready to do
Only preparing to do
Just happy to be always ready
Just glad to be just ready
So do think to make something of this consumption
Consumption
Who let the spirit
Awake
This consumption that leaves the mind alert
And the body wither
Wither and rot
Wither and rot
Always alert
Without memory
Exiled from your life
Without memory, life in exile
You stay
You stay
You have even forgotten that you wanted
The extent of the desert
And you no longer think of these days
And you think less and less
And it has apostatized
And you accept apostasy
To become an apostate of all
Apostate of all
And it's good
And empty
And it's good and empty
And it's good and empty
Tranquil
And still
Quiet and motionless
Without memory
Without memory
Without volition
And totally confident
And lucid
And incredibly clear
And serene
Without volition
And you stay
You sit there
And it never ends
And it is absolutely empty
And you, and it
Are
Not
Even
There
And you and all are not even there
And you too
You too
You can become
An expert
Of boredom
You become an expert in decline
Roro perrot (inspired by Giorno)
We live in a decadent civilisation which robs us of our ability to shape and define our destiny and hence robs us of our spirit and identity. Western man has been gradually separated from his natural environment, his spirituality, his fellow man and finally from himself. Life has been reduced to an animalistic base as we drift from one empty satisfaction of technological convenience to another.
Art and culture no longer carry any grand or heroic ideals but rather seek to stimulate base emotions through ugly and abstract forms. Art and culture rarely serve as little more than distractions from the torment of perception – no longer seeking to order, interpret or explain the world around us but preferring instead to excuse it, replace it or deny it with an increasingly less interactive and more atomised and abstract alternative.
We were promised technological salvation but have been led to an air-conditioned hell by the false idols of progress who sought to remove the struggle from existence, not stopping to think what would be left. For life in essence is struggle and the will to participate in that struggle and make it one's own is the most sacred characteristic of man.
The Harsh Noise Wall is the soundtrack to our spiritually vacuous and culturally bankrupt age. There is no struggle here. There is no spirit. No personality. No society. There is nowhere else to go. Nowhere to progress. This is the end product. This is the end.
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