Idiots to power

Simiocracy (by Aleix Saló)

 

225-Idiots to power

Don't let ignorance and fear.

  • 225
  • Idiotas al poder
  • Banyoles, Març de 2007
  • 5'45
  • voice and piano
  • Paco Viciana
  • Castellà
  • Banyoles, Teatre Auditori 9 de Maig de 2009 Veu: Alícia Calzada Piano: Paco Viciana

Theme included in the record work Iris, project commissioned by the singer Alícia Calzada in 2009.

A work tailored to its voice with 11 songs in Spanish, texts, music and arrangements created specifically for me and adapted to the timbre and the particularity of the voice of this original singer of Sant Feliu de Guíxols.

After reading an article about the incredible tricks the United States of America did around the painter Pablo Picasso because of his communist tendency, I wondered if power and stupidity go always hand in hand.

I am aware that we all want to feel safe and protected where we are happy, where we have established ourselves, and that not everyone wants that for everyone. But what they call "State intelligence" is sometimes a total nonsense. Groucho Marx has a phrase about it that I really like: "Military intelligence are two contradictory terms"

The vast majority of these "affairs of state" are based on ignorance and mistrust, so nothing good can come out of this combination.

Although I do not have the solution to lasting and healthy institutional relations, I am convinced that we are not doing well on this direction.

In this regard, I did an audiovisual with photographs that I put to the side so that they can visualize it, where with images I make clear the message of this poignant theme.

I also have added an amusing video of which I talk about to you: Simiocracy by Aleix Saló.

As the text of the song reads: "I refuse to be carried away to a capillary world"

 

Recording of the theme

 

Idiotas al poder (Original version)
 
Hay idiotas con pedigrí por doquier,
ignorantes de profesión, al poder.
No esperes saber la manera en que su idiotez,
a sustituido al sueño que debieron ser.
 
Malgastando la tradición de pensar,
que en el prójimo puede estar la maldad.
En su corazón habita siempre un negro odio que lo quema,
no sabe cuándo el dulce canto se le enmudeció.
 
Cómo es que le dimos a ese triste ser nuestro futuro,
semejándonos a el.
Me niego a dejarme llevar a un mundo capilar,
poder llegar a entender todo lo que hay en mi.
 
Vaya idiotez que debe ser pensar que toda tu niñez se ha vuelto sombra del ayer,
tanto arsenal, todo a espiar, buscáis fantasmas donde no hay,
me niego a dejaros pasar.
 
Que cada cual lleve su cruz, tu cuenta has de saldar,
no creas que siempre habrá una red que te salvará.
Recuerda que tus decisiones el dolor han provocado,
¿que no entiendes que al final todos vamos al mismo corral?.
 
En su corazón habita siempre un negro odio que lo quema,
no sabe cuándo el dulce canto se le enmudeció.
Hay idiotas con pedigrí por doquier,
ignorantes de profesión, al poder.
Un día tal vez puede aparecer su niñez,
no querría estar muy cerca de tanta idiotez.
 
Hay idiotas en el salón que ilusión, Dios me libre de su ambición castración.
No recuerdo qué he venido a hacer con esta canción,
siempre está el poder junto a la idiotez,
me niego a dejarlos en paz.
 
Idiots to power (English translation)  
 
There are idiots with pedigrees everywhere,
ignorant of profession, to power.
Don't expect to know the way its idiocy,
replaced the dream they should have been.
 
Wasting the tradition of thinking,
that in the neighbor may be evil.
In his heart there dwells always a black hatred that burns him,
he doesn't know when the sweet song was muted.
 
How did we give that sad being our future,
similar to him
I refuse to let myself be led into a capillary world,
to be able to understand everything in me.
 
What an idiot it must be to think that your whole childhood has become a shadow of yesterday,
so much arsenal, everything to spy, you look for ghosts where there aren't,
I refuse to let you pass.
 
May each one carry his own cross, your account must pay,
don't think there will always be a net that will save you.
Remember that your decisions have caused pain,
don't you understand that in the end we all go to the same place?
 
In his heart there dwells always a black hatred that burns him,
he doesn't know when the sweet song was muted.
There are idiots with pedigrees everywhere,
ignorant of profession, to power.
One day perhaps his childhood may appear,
I don't want to be too close to such idiocy.
 
There are idiots in the hall that illusion, God free me from his ambition castration.
I don't remember what I came to do with this song,
there is always the power next to the idiocy,
I refuse to leave them in peace.
 
 
Work included in the shows:

 

Idiots to power (5'45):

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  • Voice: Alícia Calzada
  • Drums and percussions: Cidon Trindade
  • Electric bass: Rai Ferrer
  • Piano and keyboards: Paco Viciana 

from Cd Iris (2009)