The A-Boy - Never too far

Deuxième collaboration sous ce pseudo, énième production commune : the A-Boy sort un ouvel opus auquel j'ai eu le plaisir de contribuer.


Là encore, il m'a confié le texte, avec des consignes vagues et précises à la fois. C'est ça que j'aime avec lui : je suis libre, mais cadré.
The A-Boy voulait faire du Rap (enfin, un rap bien à lui) et disposait comme d'hab' d'une séries de samples, de beats et de sonorités à assembler. Ma mission : écrire un texte à portée politique, mais pas trop polémique — en Anglais. J'ai choisi un sujet qui me tourmente tout particulièrement, et que les gens semblent occulter complètement — et c'est justement ce qui est inquiétant : j'ai nommé la surveillance permanente et outrancière. J'en ai déjà touché mot il y a un an environ >>> [ici].

Je ne compte donc pas revenir sur cet article, écrit au tout début de la période CPE du printemps dernier. Le flicage et la censure sont toujours présents par les temps qui courrent. Le texte fait référence aux abus rencontrés en France, au Royaume-Uni et aux USA.

[My name is Joseph K. Will I ever get out of this university alive ?]

Merci, Tonio, d'avoir donné vie à mon texte. Le voici :

I'm walking down the street, innocent and relaxed
Just gettin' some food at the grocery store
They're watching, watching me, watching and even more
Observing every move I make, every breath I take
Who am I ? A popstar, a drug dealer ?
A D.A. ? A C.I.A. ? A Prime Minister ? No,
Whoever, whatever, wherever you are
Believe me, Big Brother is never too far...

As a normal citizen, I should be happy
So "Secure under the watchful eye"
'coz whatever happens to me, they will see
They will know, they will analyse and classify
My size, my weight, my skin, my DNA
Will be promptly sent to the NSA, CIA
Saved in folders and files for eternity
I have not to worry, they will always find me

I just can't get lost, even if I want to
Now it's no use to try and play Peck-a-boo
My town's ruled by treason and treachery
Friends are getting less and less trustworthy
The law is such, that they should denounce me
If I disapprove of their shit, if I disagree
If I declare that America should react
And fight against W's Patriot Act

What shall I do ? Get in, or flee like an old dog ?
I've already made that choice, anyway,
Coz' I tell my secrets and stories on my blog,
And my webcam keeps an eye on me every day
I gav'em everything they need to peer into my life,
My house, my bed, my bathroom, my car,
What I do, what I say, when alone with my wife,
I made sure Big Brother would never be too far

Have they gone crazy ? Everyone around me
Sounds happy to sell proudly their ID
To be watched and controlled by CCTV
To have their kids suspected by the age of three

Freedom, finally, is a merchandise
Privacy's a business, not a right anymore
I had time to grow up under the watchful eye
Is it 2007 or 1984 ?