Morgan announced it last night on Instagram: «In a few hours (today, December 23, ed) it will be my birthday, as per tradition I will publish two unreleased songs, for the pure pleasure of sharing the fruit of what I do with love in all of my life, music.” The unreleased songs are the song Unique thought and the lyrics without music Waste.
«None of the self-styled contemporary Italian pseudo-artists would make this gesture of gratitude towards their admirers», writes Morgan, «because they are not artists, but collaborators of the dehumanizing System who pretend to criticize with cloying hypocrisy, supporters of the lowest and most individualistic capitalism coercive and eradicator of libertarian and civil values, promoters of ignorance and distributors of music without music with lyrics without literature, homologated artificial personalities obsessed with consumerism and stardom, incapable of autonomous and of any collectively useful initiative”.
«In short», concludes Morgan, «Italian mainstream. From today, my birthday, I and many other free people will stop calling you “artists”.
The song:
Unique thought is accompanied by a sort of B-side without music, a piece called Waste:
“Having a ruined image is walking in your pajamas as soon as you wake up towards the bathroom with the intimate thought of your wasted life accompanying you in silence along the line of a new but dull day. Waste hurts more than emptiness because in addition to an absence it is a shame, it is a concrete idea of objects and projects that really existed that now have no access to the future. Wasted time does not consume time but things and actions, opportunities for which it was available so that they could be brought to the reality of life, vanished removed from the sharing and gravitation of the world but scattered suspended in the silent and incommunicable internal universe of a infinite and eternal pain. They are not memories but decomposed bodies, parts of a whole that never arose and against the will of the soul, doing it a more serious wrong than mourning”.
