I’m gonna wait until all the lights die out / In the dark that inspires curiosity I’m gonna read my way from the stars / Uncertainty gives me strength / Uncertainty gives me the piece of mind / Until I break the last match I have the power to turn on the light (If I want to)
Another song about changes that one has to make on his/her way to freedom. At the same time it is about the fact that deputing responsibility for yourself to hand of others (and they may ask for it themselves) can not bring desired results. Only what I change, do or decide myself is really mine. I don’t believe that anyone can represent me, I don’t believe she/he would act on my behalf. (Marek)
Everyday we are flooded by tons of information and it is getting harder and harder to understand them or just to get you bearings among them. They are related to things that are so far away from us – geographically, socially, by experience – that it is often not possible to sensuously validate their truthfulness. Boundaries between the real and the unreal disappear. Baudrillard talks about the murder of the real. What is presented as real is becoming the real – advertisements, media and other means of control enter the game. We can choose to trust their message or not. To simply trust them is very easy and comfortable but dangerous at the same time. Ideas and prejudices injected straight into a vein. But the easier it is to simply trust and consume the more intense and liberating is the feeling of touching something real, something non-illusory, to get something seemingly mediocre such as personal experience. It costs some efforts to bypass the whole alienating machinery., but sometimes it is still possible. (Honza)
„The neon signs which hang over our cities and outshine the natural light of the night with their own are comets presaging the natural disaster of society, its frozen death. Yet the do not come from the sky. They are controlled from the earth. It depends upon human beings themselves whether they will extinguish these lights and awake from a nightmare which only threatens to become actual as long as men believe in it.” (Theodor W. Adorno – The schema of mass culture)