Oy Oy Oy

start the track. push the sirens on your device so they can hear you scream – at least in the inside.

They say money is in the air, so they send wired balloons into strato-spheres to make the world wireless. This is un-negotiable because nobody can and will surrender to the imaginative worlds in front of us.

They say some-body is protesting in front of an old white building filled with dead presidents, surrounded by green but no-body can see them.

They say the revolution will not be virtualised. That the revolution is here. That it has many names, many faces and even if you do not see it, you’ll have to admit it.

They say ‘throw your hands in the air and wave them as if you just don’t care’ but mostly iun-aware and with crushed despair.

But well…

‘I was dancing at a night club one friday night
and that night club bar was a little uptight
yeah, I was dancing all alone a little self conscious
when some kids came up and said, “for dancing come with us.”
and soon…

I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.

well I was dancing in the lesbian bar
In the industrial zone.
I was dancing with my friends
and dancing alone.
well the first bar things were alright
but in this bar, things were friday night.
in the first bar things were just alright.
this bar things were friday night’.

Jonathan Richman, 1992