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<tt>Today we live<br>
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The time is coming. The countdown has begun, 2012, <br>
the apocalypse announced, and KKO follows at its heels. <br>
The movement of the fourth month and the 11th day is scheduled. <br>
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To those, blind to the signs of time <br>
Deaf to the sound of Midnight, <br>
To those who have diminished the ascension of the unlikely Mount
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to a bunch of tweets, RTs, hashtags and likes, <br>
To those who have sighted away to convert themselves to mere
strass and photo calls. <br>
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When everyone gives way to the little black dress, <br>
When our missing desire reasons with itself, <br>
When they crown the seducers and the self-promoters, <br>
Rage rumbles. <br>
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Everyone unties itself from the world’s destiny, <br>
All would scream to shelter. <br>
Then the lion flees at the coming danger, <br>
Bequeathing an era spent riding on opiates. <br>
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Left without cover, sitting in the front row, <br>
the cynics and the relativists, <br>
The reckless visionaries, the sinners, <br>
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Those who pass themselves off for alive, <br>
but who are dying. <br>
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Let’s open the gates, <br>
Let’s cheer for this ravaging wind. <br>
Round up, at dawn, on the parking lot, <br>
Our hands against the divine nunchucks, round 1, Fight. <br>
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The time for those doubtful of themselves, <br>
For whom nothing comes for free, <br>
Is coming, after having paid the price, <br>
In the trading currency of the day. <br>
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The reign for merchants of nightmares reaches its end, <br>
The citadel of fortresses crumbles, <br>
<br>
In the ruins of the old Rome, <br>
Other than us, no one is there, only the thunder resounds. <br>
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The sea rises and Hellas, submerged, fights back. <br>
The energy of the damned. <br>
Mindful of having erected towers to stay dry, <br>
What does it matter now that we swallow water going <br>
under. <br>
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Let’s put on our K-WAY and ride those waves, <br>
Intoxicated by the risk and the danger. <br>
Let’s sail on cypress wood, <br>
and dive in the depth of unknown waters. <br>
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Let’s celebrate the works which move forwards, masked, <br>
Those forgotten treasures, unachieved, that <br>
waves have returned, that destiny has sound out. <br>
May Creation finally reveal to us all its secrets. <br>
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How to shut the fountains of the deep, <br>
And the locks of heavens? <br>
When the piano sleeps us and our mentor; <br>
Terminator. <br>
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Let’s rebuild that pyramid of times. <br>
Let’s live the time of history beyond our existences. <br>
On the fringe, KKO, the child of an unflinching generation, <br>
Is planning the time of the end of coteries. <br>
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The foam is dispersing already, <br>
A world ends, <br>
This one, the new Middle Ages. <br>
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Open your arms, you, son of the last Man, <br>
Walk in the mists of times, <br>
Life is nothing but a constant challenge. <br>
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Those who are attentive to the rumors on the airwaves, <br>
And to the stars, must consider this. <br>
We will continue to dance until the end of the world. <br>
Even if it means sweating until the very last second. <br>
<br>
Flared up, <br>
We have been jarred, <br>
Waiting for the lightning to set us ablaze. <br>
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We will continue to broadcast, to programme <br>
After the rust and the salt, <br>
After the bag and the flood. <br>
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The shadows disappear when the Great Noon rings out. <br>
It is time to go conquer the dormant world <br>
Nothing to lose, not even scared. <br>
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The opportunity is too big; at last, we will reveal ourselves. <br>
We’re up to it. It’s that simple. Here and now, <br>
‘Cause “Today, we live”.<br>
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KKO festival 2012 Altkirch - France<br>
<a href="http://www.kkofestival.com/">http://www.kkofestival.com</a><br>
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ThTh "Insider God Father"<br>
<a href="http://www.kkofestival.com/c/parrain-jury-2012">http://www.kkofestival.com/c/parrain-jury-2012</a></tt><tt>
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