Текст песни Mr. Freeman - Монолог о свободе

Tell me, do not you feel that everything is ordinary around, and you are special? Do you remember when in childhood you thought your parents were not real parents, but you - some prince or flew from space? And you were constantly accompanied by a feeling that something was about to happen and would open the truth? And the truth is that you are the most important thing that is on the Earth ... And soon people will come to you, say hello, hold out your hands, greedily catch every word you said ... Of course, all these honors are useless ... But it's nice , when everyone around you knows who you really are. But time goes by ... the truth does not open, and you, the alien prince, live in deep conspiracy, but the feeling that you are the hero of some grandiose film where everything is built up for you does not leave, right? It will not leave. Because it is - a sense of reality, such as it should be in an adequate person. Pieces of other people's conversations, pictures of advertising, headlines in the media - everything forms in a single puzzle, in the center of which - YOU! And how here not to feel elected? Only a cretin would argue the opposite! AND IT'S HE, I, THIS CRETHIN! And I say to you: you are the Unselected! You are an outstanding "Nothing special", the brightest representative of "So-So", Mr. "Everybody", SPORIM ?! Think: what have you done that changed the world forever? Here Edison came up with a light bulb, Cro-Magnon-wheel, Buddha-nirvana. There are many people in the world who have done things that we do not just use - these are the key things for civilization. Take them away and everything will collapse! Try to imagine a world in which there is no electric light! There are no light bulbs in the entrances, everywhere it is tucked, people with torches walk around the streets; and the phrase "the city burned with evening lights" means not at all what is today. Fine? And now imagine that our civilization has not thought of the wheel! What will happen? Gasoline sleds with turbo, horses, seaplanes or humanity will begin to settle not over the surface of the planet, but deep into it. And there are no bulbs, only torches. And underground oil and therefrom open fire. Well, how is the picture FOLDED? So people who have done something really important with great stretch can still be called elected. But you, I'm sorry. What are you doing here? Not now, but in general - on the ground? What is your mission, chosen? Yes there is a mission. What are you doing to justify your presence on Earth? Let's look for traces of the great in your life. Here you are. He remembered who you are and what you need to do today, lie still in silent terror ... You look at your watch - yeah, began to be late. You get up, you do your big things in the bathroom, and you try not to meet your eyes very much, because you already know everything you want to say to yourself. Scandals in the morning you do not need. And that's all. The time that belongs to you is over. You are in the office, a reasonable person, a crown of nature, a child of the gods and the darling of fate. Look - how majestically you fasten important paper with a stapler! How meaningfully you drive numbers and letters into spreadsheets. But your divine nature does not fit into the tight framework of a dreary office! .. You are the chosen one sitting behind some ridiculous proposals, reports, presentations while the whole world, holding its breath, relies only on you! You feel the whole wretched absurdity of what you are doing, and soon discontent grows into an existential riot, rebellion, rebellion! BU-U-CNT !! You stop work and get up from the table - quite pitiful pins and numbers! YOU ARE THE GOD !!! You go decisively to the coffee maker and pour yourself a cup of coffee, you're God, everything is fucking bad! The coffee is poured into a paper cup, pleasantly burning the hand with warmth, and the nose with aroma. You ponderingly get up near the coffee machine and strain all your curves of the brain gut * drinks coffee * a sip, another ... everything is normal ... the riot gradually ceases ... And now with the last sip of coffee, the spell is already breaking ... and you're sinking to your throne ... Next - for letters and numbers. The whole world expected this from you. And what else to take from you? ..