Pagi Buta :: Pagi Buta?

Melihat bunga bertebaran terbawa angin tidak akan menenangkan pagimu.
Yang membangkitkan ketenangan adalah kopi yang enak.
Adalah buku yang bagus.
Adalah buku yang menarik.
Adalah film yang rumit.
Adalah angin yang membelai lembut.
Adalah ketegangan yang merasuk.
Adalah sepi yang membungkam.
Adalah pagi.

Pagi yang indah.

Pagi yang tulus mengayomi.

Pagi yang mengalahkan malam.

Pagi yang tenang.

Bukan pagi buta. Bukan dini hari.

Bukan Pilihan Yang Kita Semua Ingin dan Pikirkan

Kita adalah robot yang bekerja 24 jam sehari
Merusak seluruh roda gigi dan kotak listrik, dikekang tanpa imajinasi
Imajinasi? Kita terkurung dalam seratus milyar lebih dari mereka
Dengan noktah kecil merasuk ke setiap nanometer persegi permukannya
Kita adalah daun di tengah hutan hujan tropis
Jutaan hektar terbentang pohon-pohon berkedudukan ambigu
Menaungi nasib lantai belantara, bertakdir membuka telapak tangan
Menunggu titik hujan dari penguasa langit yang juga ambigu
Teriakan kita terdengar seperti bisikan di telinga soket daya sang pencipta
Pukulan kita tak lebih sebuah belaian lembut. Meminta lagi, lagi dan lagi
Kita adalah robot. 24 jam sehari tidak ada artinya
Roda gigi dan kotak listrik sudah lama rusak, tetap jua kita bangga

Memang bukan (tidak ada) pilihan untuk kita

Note 9 - Epilogue

The show's over. Let us stand and clap our hands.

Standing ovation.

Note 8 - Let It Be

Let It Be

Beatles

1970

Let It Be

Note 7 - Golden Soil And Diamond Sky

Mind the business and start to harvest stars from the sky. We are the children of the sun. No man to be our father and no saints to be our mother. We are one with the sun and the sky and the soil and the sea. Children of the universe. We need no kings and queens and princes. Nothing goes up front and nothing crawl behind. The audiences are no lords and the serfs must be no one.

We are the wizards and the fruits of knowledge. Gods of nowhere lead us to everywhere. We can’t do nothing. And we don’t end nothing.

The music you’re hearing is the one inside my ears. We are one and one is it. We are one. All we need is bigger space and the universe is no small place. It’s a big place. It’s a palace. It’s the one we adore. We’re the idol. We’re the idol. We aren’t the idol.

Note 6 - For All The People, For All The King's Men

Breads and wine for everyone.

Breads and wine for everyone.

Breads and wine for everyone.

Breads and wine for everyone.

Breads and wine for everyone.

Breads and wine for everyone.

Breads and wine for everyone except you.

Note 5 - Surrealist Disco Doomsday

Repent your sins, the Kingdom of Heaven will come to you as soon as possible. There’s no time for crap like rapture. We must take refuge inside the wall. We can’t just stand here outside the heavens.

As the holy scripture talks to you, there’s no turning back. No place for heretics. The balalaika will sing the last of the trumpets. The four horsemen is coming fast. And all the city they pass will turn to dust. 

The doomsday will come to us all outside the wall with the famous disco tunes. Flying rabbits are flying and everybody will die from the laughter. 

Get high with god.

Fly like jesus.

Note 4 - Spoken Truth, Spoken Lies

No one left behind. Behind the cold prison bars. 

I’m not sure. Are we the victims or the survivors? Maybe we’ll never know.

As the shell of the earth melt under the eclipse, under the moon shadow.

The people will gave their power. The kings will grant us the power.

Above and below, we have their power.

Still, i’m not so sure,

Are we the victims or the survivors?

Note 3 - Within You, Without You.

Within You Without You

Beatles

1967

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band

Note 2 - The Realm of The Diamond Queen

The eye of the world is closed and tonight i can run freely through the only meadow in this known world. Nothing to fear, nothing to listen to. Just run to your heart’s content. No one will see us roaming naked under the heaven. The socket of the world’s eye.

And there goes the Diamond Queen. She walks gracefully, ripping the air around her along her steps.

Her faint steps.

She walks by, denying other’s existence. I can’t help it. Just standing there, in the middle of the meadow. Set my eyes on her.

The eye of the world opens again.

Note 1 - The Witch And Civil Rights

I am the great Witch. I have millions of lives trampled beneath my feet.

Can i do that kind of things?

No!

I’m trapped in this prison called society.