Telefeixisme
Obrint Pas Lyrics


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On està l'enemic, on està?
I on estan les panxes plenes de destins? (x2)
La ràbia ens creix i és l'única defensa
Per combatre l'odi, la seua violència;
Violència en forma de mitjans i grans empreses,
Maquinària del sistema, del consum en sèrie.
La publicitat ens porta a un món fantàstic,
Els anuncis ens borren i ens mengen tot el crani.
La pantalla ens xucla i ens desfà en mil pedaços,
Convertint-nos en soldats de l'imperi del telediari.
Telefeixisme,
Ets a dins, ets al fons de l'abisme!
Neoespanyolisme!
Agenolla't ràpid contra la paret,
Jo et rebente la cara i tu m'ensenyes el carnet.
Interpretem les imatges que ens ensenya la tv,
I entre els seus mil canals diluïm la nostra ment.
Un ball de pals colpejant la teua pell,
Pilotes de goma que et disparen al cervell,
Condemnats a viure empresonats al telenotícies,
Que ens tortura tots i cadascun dels nostres dies.
Telefeixisme,
Ets a dins, ets al fons de l'abisme!
Neoespanyolisme!
Quan confons
Els batecs del teu cor amb els trets
D'una kalashnikov,
Alguna cosa estarà passant,
Estigues preparat.
Si el teu cor cada cop batega més fort,
Espera el senyal,
Freda suor, dolça amargor...
Cal que estigues,
Cal que estigues,




Cal que et mantingues...
Ben fort!

Overall Meaning

The song "Telefeixisme" by Obrint Pas sheds light on the dangers of modern media and how it affects individuals and society as a whole. The lyrics question where the enemy lies and where are the stomachs full of destinies, indicating that the system is the enemy and the destiny we should focus on is not just filling our stomachs but also protecting our minds. The song highlights how the media is manipulative and feeds us lies and propaganda to keep the cycle of consumption going. The anger is seen as the only defense against the violence perpetuated by the media and big corporations, who are in turn the machinery of the system. The song further suggests how advertisements blur our vision and make us forget what is truly important in life, reducing us to soldiers of the empire of the news.


The chorus of the song also mentions "neoespanyolisme" which refers to the new form of Spanish nationalism. It talks about how we interpret the images that are presented to us by the media and how they dilute our minds, reducing them to a state where they cannot distinguish between what is real and what is not. The song describes this state as being akin to being beaten by sticks, having rubber bullets fired at us, and being imprisoned by the news we watch every day. It emphasizes the need to stay strong against the dangers of modern media and be prepared for anything that might come our way.


Line by Line Meaning

On està l'enemic, on està?
Where is the enemy, where is it hiding?


I on estan les panxes plenes de destins? (x2)
And where are the fulfilled destinies that we were promised?


La ràbia ens creix i és l'única defensa
Our anger grows and it's our only defense


Per combatre l'odi, la seua violència;
To fight against hate and its violence;


Violència en forma de mitjans i grans empreses,
Violence in the form of the media and large corporations,


Maquinària del sistema, del consum en sèrie.
The machinery of the system, of the culture of mass consumption.


La publicitat ens porta a un món fantàstic,
Advertising brings us to a fantasy world,


Els anuncis ens borren i ens mengen tot el crani.
Ads erase our minds and devour them.


La pantalla ens xucla i ens desfà en mil pedaços,
The screen sucks us in and breaks us into a thousand pieces,


Convertint-nos en soldats de l'imperi del telediari.
Turning us into soldiers of the empire of the news.


Telefeixisme,
Telefascism,


Ets a dins, ets al fons de l'abisme!
You're inside, you're at the bottom of the abyss!


Neoespanyolisme!
Neo-Spanishness!


Agenolla't ràpid contra la paret,
Kneel quickly against the wall,


Jo et rebente la cara i tu m'ensenyes el carnet.
I'll smash your face and you show me your ID.


Interpretem les imatges que ens ensenya la tv,
We interpret the images that TV shows us,


I entre els seus mil canals diluïm la nostra ment.
And among its thousands of channels, we dilute our minds.


Un ball de pals colpejant la teua pell,
A dance of sticks hitting your skin,


Pilotes de goma que et disparen al cervell,
Rubber bullets shooting at your brain,


Condemnats a viure empresonats al telenotícies,
Condemned to live imprisoned by the news,


Que ens tortura tots i cadascun dels nostres dies.
That tortures us each and every day.


Quan confons
When it confuses


Els batecs del teu cor amb els trets
The beats of your heart with gunshots


D'una kalashnikov,
From a Kalashnikov,


Alguna cosa estarà passant,
Something will be happening,


Estigues preparat.
Be prepared.


Si el teu cor cada cop batega més fort,
If your heart beats faster and faster,


Espera el senyal,
Wait for the signal,


Freda suor, dolça amargor...
Cold sweat, sweet bitterness...


Cal que estigues,
You must be,


Cal que estigues,
You must be,


Cal que et mantingues...
You must hold on... tight!




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