Rosia Montana – ilustratii illuminati despre „Revolutii aranjate” si „NeTelevizate” (Ro/Eng)

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Bob Dylan – Idiot Wind from Rolling Thunder Bard on Vimeo. „Am facut aceste lucrari nu pentru ca nu cred in periculozitatea proiectului Rosia Montana, ci pentru ca un om inteligent invata din istorie. In Romania, din pacate Istoria protestelor independente de serviciile secrete si diferite interese nu exista. Am fost si eu in primele 2 zile la proteste, apoi am incetat. Din pacate, este foarte clar ca protestul este organizat, si nu de baietii cu portavoce ci de altcineva de sus, mult mai puternic. Si daca unul din sloganurile din piata era : Nu in numele meu! voi spune si eu : Nu in numele meu! Nu in numele meu, sa asistam la o mascarada organizata prin spatele nostru, nu vor mai profita iar de intentiile mele bune. Acum 24 de ani au murit oameni, pentru ca cineva de sus , puternic a hotarat asa. Astazi la 24 de ani, dupa ce am vazut mineri, dansuri de pinguini, a aparut o noua gaselnita, protestul pentru o cauza. Nu voi fi folosit din nou ca masa de manevra. Nici de o parte nici de alta. Am invatat din istorie. Se pare ca multi refuza sa invete din istorie. Planul este atat de bine pus la punct, incat cei mai multi chiar cred ca e pe bune. La fel au crezut si la revolutie. Rezultatele se vad. Daca acest proiect – Rosia Montana nu se va intampla, nu se va intampla nu pentru ca oamenii au iesit in strada, ci pentru ca cineva de sus nu vrea asta. Din pacate cei care gandesc, vad, isi dau seama de ce se intampla sunt izolati si vor fi izolati in continuare. Tristetea este cu atat mai mare cu cat vor fi izolati de intelectuali mai ales, de oamenii care ar trebui sa gandeasca cu adevarat. Cea mai misto fenta din partea celor de sus, e asta de duminica asta, haideti baieti sa ii ducem si in cartiere mai marginase: obor, etc. Se pare ca cineva vrea cu tot dinadinsul ca lumea sa iasa in strada. Cartile gen 1984 au intotdeauna dreptate. Culmea este ca 90 % din cei care le citesc, chiar cred ca va fi intotdeauna un regim opresiv care nu ne va lasa sa spunem ce credem. Din pacate, lucrurile stau altfel: Spuneti baieti ce doriti, mai ales cand ne convine noua. Haideti baieti, demonstrati baieti, mai cu foc A , nu ati iesti decat 3000 in strada?? Hai ca mai mobilizam, hai si prin pantelimon, hai si prin ferentari, iancului, haideti fratilor, in rapanit de tobe inainte. Am fost singur, sunt singur, voi ramane singur. Adevaratul act de curaj este sa spui adevarul, nu sa te lasi purtat de val. Sa vezi adevarul si sa il imbratisezi, chiar cand ies zece mii de oameni care vor sa iti spuna contrarul. Adevarul este ca cineva vrea ca acei oameni sa fie acolo. Din pacate. Si din pacate nu ma pot minti, as dori sa sarbatoresc in aceasta seara cu oamenii din Piata. Nu pot.Scopul nu scuza mijloacele. In incheiere va las cateva versuri de la Bob dylan. Pare o melodie de dragoste, dar nu este: este vorba de tara lui America, si relatia lui cu tara aceea. Cam asa ma simt si eu. Un vant idiot bate.” Paul Hitter:

„Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me I can’t help it if I’m lucky. People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts Even you yesterday you had to ask me where it was at I couldn’t believe after all these years you didn’t know even me better than that Sweet lady. Idiot wind blowing every time your move your mouth Blowing down the backroads heading south Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth You’re an idiot babe It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe I ran into the fortune-teller who said beware of lightning that might strike I haven’t known peace and quit for so long I can’t remember what it’s like There’s a lone soldier on the cross smoke pouring out of a boxcar door You didn’t know it you didn’t think it could be done in the final end he won the wars After losing every battle. I woke up on the roadside daydreaming about the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind blowing through the flowers on your tomb Blowing through the curtains in your room Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth You’re an idiot babe It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped What’s good is bad what’s bad is good you’ll find out when you reach the top You’re on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don’t look Into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the Building burned I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees while the Springtime turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind blowing like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee Dam to Capitol Idiot wind blowing every time you move you teeth You’re an idiot babe. It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead Down the highway down the tracks down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory And all you raging glory. I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me You’ll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above And I’ll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind blowing through the buttons of our coats Blowing through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind blowing through the dust upon our shelves We’re idiots babe It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.”
Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me I can’t help it if I’m lucky. People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts Even you yesterday you had to ask me where it was at I couldn’t believe after all these years you didn’t know even me better than that Sweet lady. Idiot wind blowing every time your move your mouth Blowing down the backroads heading south Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth You’re an idiot babe It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe I ran into the fortune-teller who said beware of lightning that might strike I haven’t known peace and quit for so long I can’t remember what it’s like There’s a lone soldier on the cross smoke pouring out of a boxcar door You didn’t know it you didn’t think it could be done in the final end he won the wars After losing every battle. I woke up on the roadside daydreaming about the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind blowing through the flowers on your tomb Blowing through the curtains in your room Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth You’re an idiot babe It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped What’s good is bad what’s bad is good you’ll find out when you reach the top You’re on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don’t look Into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the Building burned I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees while the Springtime turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind blowing like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee Dam to Capitol Idiot wind blowing every time you move you teeth You’re an idiot babe. It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead Down the highway down the tracks down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory And all you raging glory. I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me You’ll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above And I’ll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind blowing through the buttons of our coats Blowing through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind blowing through the dust upon our shelves We’re idiots babe It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
V-ar putea interesa sa cititi si: De ce Soroș le-a dat ”ecologiștilor” Roșia Montană. http://www.tociu.ro/?p=409 Editorialistul Vocea Rusiei: Afacerea Rosia Montana, un razboi intre miliardari evrei din America, Israel si Ungaria –  http://www.ziaristionline.ro/2013/09/06/editorialistul-vocea-rusiei-afacerea-rosia-montana-un-razboi-intre-miliardari-evrei-din-america-israel-si-ungaria/#sthash.yTRBl4c3.dpuf  Felicitari, iar ati salvat Rosia Montana…si imaginea guvernului Ponta http://politicata.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/felicitari-iar-ati-salvat-rosia-montana-si-imaginea-guvernului-ponta/ Cine câştigă din prăbuşirea acţiunilor Gabriel Resources la Bursa din Toronto? http://mariusghilezan.ro/cine-castiga-din-prabusirea-actiunilor-gabriel-resources-la-bursa-din-toronto.html

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