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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#742 today
Peak #86
#112 in subgenre
Peak #9
Author
Overseri
Rights
Overseri
Uploaded
February 23, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 10.2 MB • 320 kbps • 4:27
Lossless
WAV 67.9 MB
Meta Data
BPM
90
Key
G min
Vocals
Female
Story behind the song
The screens never turned off.
From the east to the west, across every nation, every city, every home there they were. Large as buildings or small enough to fit in a trembling palm, they broadcasted the Revolution in high definition. Not just the battles, but the triumphs, the betrayals, the speeches delivered to roaring crowds. The world was changing, and the proof was there, illuminated in flickering pixels.
Elias was in the market, feeling the heat of the sun pressing down on his skin. It would be so good to eat a piece of real meat, fried, roasted, stewed... it would be so good if there were real food there: cereals, vegetables, fruits... Some time ago, there were still organic food dealers, and it was possible, for example, to buy something that came from who knows where, in some shady way.
But even the slangs, the code words for negotiations, like, say, buying real beef tenderloin under the unusual name of "kontraphilet" were discovered, analyzed, repressed; making it impossible for anyone who dared to engage in trafficking to survive. This does not mean that food dealers have ceased to exist. But Elias had not met one in years.
People moved around him in synchronized urgency, their eyes flicking between their own paths and the bright screens set up on every corner. Looking, looking again. Screens filming, cataloging, archiving, reproducing
The Revolutionary Network ran uninterrupted. It showed victory after victory, uprising after uprising, each event wrapped in crisp, compelling narration. It was history, unfolding before their eyes. But Elias no longer knew if he was living it or merely watching it.
He had seen the signs long ago.
First, there were the banners that promised change. Then the riots that forced it. Then the restructuring, the policies, the "new age" that had begun. And then, the screens. The ever-present, ever-watching screens.
Elias remembered when people still spoke in whispers. Now, they only repeated what the screens told them.
"A moment of change and transition," the voice of the broadcast declared.
Elias looked up at the massive screen hanging above the square. A new edict was being issued. The crowd paused, eyes vacant, absorbing every word.
"The time has come to realize that all we need is in our eyes."
Elias clenched his fists. No one resisted anymore. No one questioned. Why would they? The revolution had won.
"We must remain vigilant," the voice continued. "To the caresses of the powerful."
A distant memory surface done of secret meetings, of quiet discussions in dimly lit rooms. They had spoken of rebellion, of resistance. They had believed the revolution would bring freedom.
But who controlled it now?
Elias turned away from the screen and walked. Not toward his home, not toward the safety of the known. Somewhere else. Somewhere unwatched. If such a place even existed.
The revolution had been televised.
But the next one wouldnt be.
Elias turned away from the screen and walked. Not toward his house: that is why Elias' divergent steps also were televised so that everyone could know what would happen to Elias that day.
Lyrics
There's no going back,
Feel the heat of the sun.
A new age has begun,
The time has come to realize
That all we need is in our eyes.
But what about us, is that we see the signs,
The revolution will be televised
From the east to the west
In the land of the best.
And if you didn't know, now you'll know.
Moment of change and transition,
Feel the heat of the sun.
Here emerges a new era in profusion.
Inexorable progress, relentless, without termination,
Leads us to the border of slavery.
Considerable changes, good and bad, on the sighted horizon;
The revolution will be televised
On all screens, every look, they are recited.
Mobiles, witness to the day, provided,
Record the course of the hours of dawn, lit.
The path of the total control!
It's time to awaken, to perceive;
Feel the heat of the sun
That the world is changing without relief.
We must adapt with disbelief
To the tides of the change that are happening to conceive
A message of destruction.
The revolution will be televised
Resonating in all hearts, in the injustice of all nations.
We must remain vigilant to the caresses of the powerful,
To face the challenges of surviving these damns.
Can change be our ally?
Feel the heat of the sun
If we hope to be, perhaps, free.
If, in the flow of time, in the response of the march,
We find strength for the walk in what we have fulfilled.
