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OrelSan - Manifeste (English Translation)
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OrelSan
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When my boy Mickey arranged to meet me in Paris He forgot to tell me for a f**king demo What the hell am I doing in a f**king demo? I’m not concerned by the society, I’m a f**king artist I haven’t protest since high school, I only demonstrated in order to skip cla**es And if you want the truth, I think demos are lame I think about that while I walk next to a nurse’s flash mob Surrounded by hicks a bit politically aware Who use megaphones to shout ba***ities I think that if hanging in groups and singing was enough I would have changed the world for a long time I don’t manage to find Mickey who only tеxted me once It says “I’m at Républiquе, near the subway” Between parenthesis, “I’m with France, Fredo’s sister” Between parenthesis, “Don’t tell anyone, I’m trying to pick her up” After a big game of “Where’s Wally?” I find Mickey wearing a “Wish” Spider-man costume His pockets are full of big Heineken He offers one, I refuse because it’s only 11AM He blinks discretely at me, shows me a smoke grenade He’s excited by the demo and the mood around The police, the barricades, the big Parisian streets It excites him, he feels like if he was appearing on BFM I tell him that I don’t understand why he watches this channel While he always tells me that they lie and they make him angry He tells me that he listens to it in the background, so he’s not alone And anyway, he always does something else meanwhile Like sharing bottom-end conspiracy stuff To which I answer “ah ah” while in reality I don’t watch it I persuade myself that in reality he doesn’t believe in it It’s just that his life is less dull with a bit of drama Anyway, the cortege is about to leave And I’m about to leave the cortege Except that France introduced us her hot friend Mathilde Mickey don’t believe in the COVID, so he tries “la bise” She just dodges him, we walk following the drums beat Samba do Brazil mood, performed by hippies with no rhythm There are employees, teachers, like in my family parties They shout lame slogan about ministers or I don’t know who I’m in the demo I’m in the demo I’m taking advantage of the event to get closer with Mathilde She says she knows France because she lived in Caen but then she fled Half blogger, half journalist Exactly the kind of girl that annoy me and attract me That gives herself airs of demonstrator with a tiny “w****” vibe If I have to describe her: “2021” She says that if her career goes well she could be at “Quotiden” For now, she reads “Pure People” everyday I don’t know if it’s the “demo” mood But Mathilde and I are soon starting to debate About a mix of “gender fluid”, “Ouighours” and “vegans” So, basically, a lot of topics I know nothing about That she recites by heart Not only I don’t have any arguments, she’s more intelligent than I am I feel attacked, I am hypocritical I say two or three reactionary things, she ignores me, she takes snaps Anyway, I have a girlfriend, anyway, I don’t belong here I catch Mickey, tell him I’m leaving He’s disappointed, we never see each other’s anymore He offers a beer, 1PM, I start to drink Fifteen minutes later, I start having fun What’s nice about Mickey is that he’s always himself It’s like we are 18 again, we never split We’re telling lame jokes, the kind you can’t tweet We’re next to the “Olympia” when I’m thinking about something I ask Mickey “Why are we protesting again?” He answers “Ask France, I’m mostly here to pick her up” I go toward France whom I know a bit, she’s Fredo’s sister Out of politeness, I ask her how she’s doing She says she’s doing well I directly understand she’s not doing well I haven’t seen her for 10 years, she looks 20-years older She says that she stays in Caen because her parents are there She’d gladly leave, but it’s better for her son to stay Her husband left with another girl from another unit It’s better like that, he was really possessive And anyway, she works all the time, she doesn’t have the time to be sad It’s crazy how she’s open She tells me that she barely sees anyone new so she enjoys the moment She tells me about her days, she feeds people, she cleans bed She’s a nurse, a maid and a psychologist at the same time In the end, wash elderly, it’s not that hard Because it makes her happy to make people happy At first, it’s weird to be with senile people That you get used of the fact death could be a part of your life She says she’s not working at night anymore, she’s exhausted The problem with temporary work is to take a loan She explains that to be a mother with a SMIC It’s an art, you have to switch to “Survival” mode It takes time and effort to be broken To calculate your budget down to the last penny To be captive of stress The threat of the court bailiff on the shoulders The overdrafts, the debts, the fear of letterboxes She tells me her life wasn’t perfect But now she has to worry about her pension on top of that And that’s why we’re here That’s why we’re protesting against those sons of b*t*hes in the government I’m in the demo Wow, ho, hey I think Mickey is really high as he lays into a scooter Mathilde make a story out of it “Congrats France, your new boyfriend” 4PM, a “brats that haven’t had a nap” kind of mood We shuffle along, we run around (who, oh) I don’t know if it’s the smoke of if the atmosphere became thick Nothing progress, people start losing their nerves Insults replaces songs, that have nothing to do with France’s pension Of course no one respects the preventive measures anymore Just some dudes that make big gestures and throw fences One lands in a Franprix behind Some guys wearing balaclavas rush the window to destroy it Mickey dive into the breach He comes back a minute later full of beers, like in Fort Boyard I just have the time to shout “cops are coming” A cop wearing plain clothes tries to tackle him, Mickey dodges him gorgeously The cop falls like a sh*t against an electric pole Stumbles over his baton, it becomes a comedy The cop rolls up Mickey throw a beer in his face, we hide in the crowd Mathilde exults because she filmed it all And by the way people are already retweeting It doesn’t sound good; I think it’s the moment to flee The problem is: we lost France, she must regret taking a day off One hour after, everything went mad Cars on the back, tear gas starts to sting I still don’t know where France is I have to handle Mickey, who is drunk, that tries his best to appear on TV When I see Mathilde, crying, who looks terrified I bring her somewhere calm so she can explain She mumbles stuff about her image and her career Her tweet buzzed, but not in the right way Used by a**holes like Valeurs Actuelles So the opposite of Mathilde and her moral In fact, as Mickey is a bit tanned They used the tweet to report the wrongdoings of people from ghettos Where he never went, if I have to clarify They say that’s what the journalist wanted to denounce She was unlucky about the end of the video Because we can see two white girls, one saying “Thanks France” It became a racist hashtag, #ThanksFrance In reality, I think it’s a bit funny when I- huh I get hit in the hips, and – huh – I get hit in the leg I’m facing two cops, including the one from the video Mickey catches my arm and shout “Go away, now” I run, limping, walk five meters, fall flat on my stomach I look back, panting, I saw Mickey, his smoke grenade Facing the cop from the video, who draws his Flash-Ball There’s like space-time hole I see the cop’s face deformed by hatred I think that he’s thinking of the meme where Spider-Man swept him like a sh*t He’s probably thinking that he works for France, not to be humiliated by it I’m telling to myself that maybe the beer in the face wasn’t mandatory I see Mickey with his smoke grenade who feels ten feet tall, he must imagine himself on BFM Or maybe he imagines nothing as he drank fifteen Heineken I hear a gunshot Mickey stumble right on time, the shot comes within a meter His sh*tty smoke grenade puts out before he even threw it A body falls on the floor near me, blood comes out of the head I recognize France, she won’t have her pension
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