HELLO, MY NAME IS MONTAGUE WILLIAM 3rd

Com um especial agradecimento à minha querida amiga Cristina Cordeiro, aqui vai este texto de Craig-James Moncur:

Hello, my name is Montague William 3rd

And what I will tell you may well sound absurd

But the less who believe it the better for me

For you see I’m in Banking and big industry

For many a year we have controlled your lives

While you all just struggle and suffer in strife

We created the things that you don’t really need

Your sports cars and Fashions and Plasma TV’s

I remember it clearly how all this begun

Family secrets from Father to Son

Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge

While you peasants, people lie sleeping at night in your beds

We control the money that controls your lives

Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn’t think twice

Of selling your souls for a place in the sun

These things that won’t matter when your time is done

But as long as they’re there to control the masses

I just sit back and consider my assets

Safe in the knowledge that I have it all

While you common people are losing your jobs

You see I just hold you in utter contempt

But the smile on my face well it makes me exempt

For I have the weapon of global TV

Which gives us connection and invites empathy

You would really believe that we look out for you

While we Bankers and Brokers are only a few

But if you saw that then you’d take back the power

Hence daily terrors to make you all cower

The Panics the crashes the wars and the illness

That keep you from finding your Spiritual Wholeness

We rig the game and we buy out both sides

To keep you enslaved in your pitiful lives

So go out and work as your body clock fades

And when it’s all over a few years from the grave

You’ll look back on all this and just then you’ll see

That your life was nothing, a mere fantasy

There are very few things that we don’t now control

To have Lawyers and Police Force was always a goal

Doing our bidding as you march on the street

But they never realise they’re only just sheep

For real power resides in the hands of a few

You voted for parties what more could you do

But what you don’t know is they’re one and the same

Old Gordon has passed good old David the reigns

And you’ll follow the leader who was put there by you

But your blood it runs red while our blood runs blue

But you simply don’t see its all part of the game

Another distraction like money and fame

Get ready for wars in the name of the free

Vaccinations for illness that will never be

The assault on your children’s impressionable minds

And a micro chipped world, you’ll put up no fight

Information suppression will keep you in toe

Depopulation of peasants was always our goal

But eugenics was not what we hoped it would be

Oh yes it was us that funded Nazis!

But as long as we own all the media too

What’s really happening does not concern you

So just go on watching your plasma TV

And the world will be run by the ones you can’t see

Curiosamente, há aqui pontos de contacto com o discurso final de Mark Renton/Ewan McGregor (n. 1971), em Trainspotting, realizado em 1996 por Danny Boyle (n. 1956). Um filme brilhante que também é, sem o parecer, sobre a luta de classes.