Category Archives: Bohemia


O proletarian submitted to fascism,
What do you observe in capitalism?
Individual dispossessed of himself by choice,
Alternative you will not have.

Copy your masters to hope to exist,
So you can revel in the illusion of freedom
That only death will finally offer you,
After all you’ve been through.

Entertainment is an invigorating bath
That you must prescribe yourself continually.
Be faithful to this theorem, this glorious phenomenon
That brings you to the top of the system.

Drowned in the trickery of an industry
Which is no longer a theory,
Forget compassion, companion! Because your rebellion
Will only bring your exclusion from this civilization.

The Factory

The Factory

Time ; Wisdom ; Money ; Speed
Factory, Modernity ; Putrid, Reality.
Storefront, banality ; Chrysalis, Trapped.

Shaped by unremitting repetition, and finally erased facing a tireless sophistication,
The human stupefied himself in his manufactures before being confined in his car,
Then he vanishes in his offices, praying in vain to win the lottery.
Entangled in the stock market race like vultures, what a beautiful course …
Hands in front of the eyes … Please, shut up, it’s hollow.
Pay your bills and consume so that in sum you can offer yourself the last IPhone.
Do not question anything, continue your vain action;
Be greedy and glide over the wave of pleasure, drown yourself in the industry of desire.

Citizens become consumers, through the hands of fabulators;
Thrown into a large pit, broken in a single breath,
Chew mechanically for enrichment
Of a minority disconnected from realities, the echo of a sad truth astray,
Captured by this sad bird, casino capitalism.

Overwhelmed by a tiresome and passable work, you are distressing,
Exhausted, you don’t have time to think anymore, you are annoying,
Lock yourself in this pathetic false life if it pleases you,
Know that you clearly make me vomit, your avid ignorance is my suffering for life.

You have condemned yourself wrongly to death as a redneck gentleman,
Thinking you would reach the top you are stunned, that’s serious,
Ron you no longer feel the weight of their nonsense constantly interfering,
If only you could see, if only you knew, if only …

I’m focused to center myself on truth,
Leaving me to a desolate reality of all freedom,
Sickened by the matrix, I get used to it,
Controlled by your caprices, you capitulate.

While the sophists are laughing in their graves,
An earthquake stretches and prepares in the only darkness;
The fossils oscillate under the heaviness of silence,
The awareness grows.


Chess and Math

Sometimes he sacrifices his two towers to save his king,
And the pawns move quickly.
An invisible hand moves forward, her shadow hovering on the game;
Suddenly she takes one and advances it;
But it’s only a sacrifice for a cause that surpasses them all.
Some crazy avoid the known paths,
Preferring diagonal reflections,
Hating going straight ahead without asking questions.
Are they involved? Are they outdated?
Anyway they are part of the game …

Black or white, or perhaps red or blue, a drastic choice is required.
Everything is calculations and forecasts, cumulation and falsification;
Divert attention to better advance the master piece;
When the Queen comes into play, all the others collapse:
She advances in all directions,
Takes up the role of the pawn, makes the bishop and its twin towers invisible.
She and her king form this perfect duo,
Sitting on their omnipotence, with an unshakeable appearance.

But sometimes, their underlings associate and deliver the game:
Attention has been diverted …
They forgot the knight;

Chess and Math.


In 2014, to surpass the simple framework of music, I decided to think about a prose. First written in French, I decided to translate it to reach the majority of my audience who happens to be English.

This writing explains the construction of my track ‘Alone‘ and my creative process. This musical composition was released in October 2014 on Gradient Audio (USA).



Alone, he takes a damn advantage because he has realized;
Alone, he decided to distance ignorance through knowledge.

There are times during which he staggers and it makes up for himself,
He feels weak, he closes up, keeping truth to themselves,
He creates a second personality to manage the situation
Trapped in a reality that he created, circled, delimited,
Why should he be classified to one side when the hemicycle is complete nonsense?
He simply calls for the “true truth”, attempting to be a humanist at his earned hours …

Alone, he distances himself from this madness, “information” control their affable reflection;
Alone he dissociated himself from this unconsciousness, the abomination enslaves their low observation.

In the beginning – it’s true – he attempted to raise awareness around,
But the truth seems hard to bear, to substantiate,
Tirelessly, Man prefers the simple over the complex,
He prefers to remain conditioned to be controlled, to be effaced,
Finally why seek to rise when you can be content with uselessness?
He wanted to help, wake up, but he has been put off by so many prejudices…

That is how, left to his own solitude, separated from his pears, dismissed to mere silence and
Subjected to his incessant questioning, that the set has finally made sense:
Alone, we consent to be simple spectators with no organization, without ambition;
Alone, we lower our chines under the threat and terror of our masters, lions.

Run away from the sadness and fright, it’s time,
To step away from the television which is rotting you from the inside,
You must disenchant and emancipate yourself from Edward Bernays secretive projects,
You must distance yourself from “your” prefabricated ideas planted in your mind for so many years,
How can you tolerate such significant disparities? Where is equality hidden?
Democracy? No! Joke in agony, ran by firms for decades…
Your feeling of isolation is important for their manufacturing of consent,
Don’t gobble messages from their “wise” gorged of lies smashing your dreams!

While this obscure crisis remains, acquired is the imposture,
At the edge of decency, what decadence, should we approach the issue the other way around?
Don’t listen to those conformist erudites, who throw down the wrong paths,
In the dusk of totalitarian capitalism, the small group reaches its secular paroxysm,
Take some altitude, erase your certainties, it’s only the prelude,
Untangle your reflection, divorce from individualization: begin the evolution.

We are never alone.