Fausto Rossi
Blues

THE REVIEW

Since I'm banging my balls.
Since I'm alone in the house with the air conditioner on.
Since I don't feel like getting pissed off with the PlayStation, but when the hell is the CPU of P.E.S. 5 so strong:
Since there are no more anonymous comments.
Since I've read 100 DeReces in a row.
Since and despite Korn.
Since I would like to co-review something with four hands, but I can't find the inspiration.
Since I tried at Geppetto's.
Since I read the reviews of "La Libertà" and also those of "Anal Cunt".

BLUES

There are men who touch money as if it were energy/ men who lose their true voice very early in life/ who speak about things they have never seen in their life/ millions of men whose (other men) have destroyed their bodies, modified their dreams, possessed their consciences, in exchange for artificial light/ men who worship science as if it were god and name god as if it were true/ and have entrusted their own bodies to the magical universal power of universal information/ men hidden under a flag/ and like children betray themselves and others out of fear/ who watch television only 5 minutes a week/ and for this feel better than other men/ but still fail to put an end to it/ men who talk about art as if it were nature and look at nature as if it were a painting/ men who defend Yugoslavs, Indies, Puerto Ricans, Africans, Indians/ this way they kill them/ there are young men who enter "social centers" like in a church/ and I don't understand them/ old men crying abandoned and die alone everywhere in the world/ but there's really nothing we can do/ men who speak about soul reincarnation spirit/ and don't even know what the fuck they are talking about/ men who detest this society and already have the new rules ready/ but they will have to use weapons, as always/ there are millions of men who have lost their reason out of fear of loneliness/ loneliness that oppresses/ loneliness that expands the mind/ loneliness that is the melancholy of all the world's consciences/ loneliness that is a strip of blood left by the angel in the night/ loneliness that humiliates power and makes its idols crawl at my feet one by one/ loneliness that is power of the body, natural light, and need for love/ loneliness that is stopping being afraid/ loneliness that is the end of god’s reign/ everything on this earth is kept under control/ machines, men/ millions of men, human beings locked up in prisons and asylums/ in Milan like Tehran Los Angeles Johannesburg Cuba Japan/ and we can't save them/ each of us can try to save ourselves/ there are men who continually worry about other people's wars/ this way they hide their own war inside each of them/ men who sing words whose meaning is the death of imagination/ who play ethnic music because in their veins flows the blood of missionaries/merchants and soldiers and like them think a new order of the world/ men who invented the word "art" through which they control and divide/ human beings invent catalogs of emotions and produce holy wars/ art whose concept belongs to those who created it/ to those who possess more fierce weapons and wider power/ you will have to fight to establish yours and it is not a joke/ men who invented mental illness/ psychiatrists, people who treat brains on behalf of the government/ and to prove it they destroyed the brains of millions of human beings/ and so they invented drugs, addiction, madness, psychotropic drugs/ they invent good and evil/ and keep every plant or flower on this planet under control/ and they invented one single possible mind/ and then you become incurable/ intellectual men who spend time rummaging in their pockets/ one with the other/ men who collaborate with the government/ reading newspapers/ listening to the radio/ watching television/ playing with the computer/ men who talk about deadly tobacco/ and not a word about the radioactivity it contains/ men who wear uniforms/ weapons in their pockets/ and are scary because they have absolute power/ because there are millions of them around the world/ and they have the best weapons/ and they all agree/ because they are an organized army to defend the "great machine"/ crowds of people open up when they pass with their sirens/ high speed/ and then the wings close silently/ no one can speak/ Big Brother listens/ they are scary/ because they seize men they don't even know/ and they do it on behalf of others/judges directors of asylums and prisons/ Nazis/scientists/secret agents/communists/and they can do whatever they want with me/ but I keep thinking that/ they are all a single band of monsters/just like the Christians/the Jews/the pacifists/the Buddhists/the ecologists/ the worshippers of Satan's ass/the Indian princes who killed old horses with clubs/and everyone else /who always represent something else, never their own desperate self/ I look at the moon through the trees and I see/ the millions of human beings, my companions on this earth/ but how can I distinguish them if they have only one expression/ how the hell can I understand the words if they don't speak/ how the hell can I distinguish the earth from the sky if they continue to move them/ I have changed the world has not changed/ here around me everything pronounces its true name/ why not the men/ why not the damn banks that use my money to finance wars/science fiction research/ and that money is not mine/ why not the completely crazy scientists/ who fly into space like vultures/ why not the Catholic Church/ that tonight December 24'95/renews its power over the world/ why do I feel detached from the earth/ and far from the sky/ and gold chains at my feet/ millions of men/ who together are a single animal/ fat and unbalanced/ with aluminum skin/ no muscles or bones/ only the heart bone/ who do not understand/ that the world exists beyond any state and politics/government and religion/ it is like telling the truth about yourself without feeling lost.

Now that the CD is over, I should comment but does it help anything?