A New History - Gérard Blanc

Dear friends in this academy Romeo is bleeding to death To see a friend bleed to death What for? Some kind of metaphor That I can't see? So I'll drink until I see it This sky will make me sick So I'll give up on you I'll give up on this This sky will make me sick So I'll give up on this I'll give up on you Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for one last salute And I'll bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine So you want to hold me up and bring me down Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down I don't care for your sweet scent or The way you want me more than I want you I don't care for your sweet scent or The way you want me more than I want you Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for one last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for one last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine It's all mine It's all mine It's all mine Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for one last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for one last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine

Let's talk free speech – The concept is that all who seek To speak their mind can talk in peace And not get shot or fined or beat Or worse. The first amendment says That we got free speech, free religion and press So the shit that you wish to get off your chest Can get expressed and not get repressed But on the TikTok and on YouTube too I've been known to get muted and to not get viewed And to not get seen — not because I've gone nude But because Google says what I said's too crude – True But it's open to question And some have opined That there might be times When we gotta draw a line – With the misinformation that's spreading online Speech may be free, but it can cost lives ...Right? It's sure complex — Pure free speech can sure cause a mess And yet we want more free speech not less — That's common sense. – So we need context To see what comes next. ...So are we not free? What must the limits of our free speech be? That's a big question. – Lemme just teach This is a History of Free Speech Ancient, Medieval and Islamic Civilizations So-called free speech In the thought of the West can be traced to Greece The Athenian concept of Speech-Equality For all in the polity: they called it Democracy ...So speak as you want to speak But not if you're not a he, and not if you're Socrates Speaking on unorthodox topics. – We've all agreed To make you drink Hemlock: stop the philosophy! – Ah, gee. ...And in Ancient Rome too There was "Liberty" of speech, but it was freedom for few And this was even more true in the age of the Caesars Depending who you were the Caesar could seize your words Yes sir. ...I guess this is justice... And then there was Jesus, in the age of Augustus He died for His truth. But he vibed with his crew And they made it go viral — the Idea grew They tried for a few Centuries to suppress The little movement till soon With the rest of the West They said, The Word IS Flesh – As history attests Sometimes the oppressor becomes the oppressed And vice versa. — So free speech waned And took a back seat in the European brain Behind the refrain that all there's to see Is The Gospel — so don't hear or say heresy Meanwhile in the ancient Islamic state Free speech thronged in the Abbasid Caliphate Al-Rawandi, Al-Razi and Avicenna could calibrate Classical thought with the Qu'ran and contemplate – And that was all great — But that Shangri-la Of free thought got stopped by the Shari-ah law It's all a see-saw — all in, or Allah – And in between, no free-speech law free of flaw Reformation and Revolutions And so in went in the West – And yet Free Speech didn't rest in the breast And in the 15th century it did spread When Gutenburg hit with the printing press Luther pinned his words Upon the church in Wittenberg And ripped a schism in the church And then within the western world And revolution then emerged With the question getting heard As to which of several versions of religion one should serve Word — Reformation – Your profession of faith Is sure a personal expression But you better be safe For the church and the state Still determined the stakes And it wasn't that rare To get burnt at the stake For Giordano Bruno It sure was brutal – Literally burned For serving his truth; though Galileo had to lie to live He hid a truth 'Sure the earth's static' – Then he added 'yet it moves' From the mid-16th To the mid-17th Many more Europeans Would die for their beliefs – And while some died for science Other Europeans silenced The speech of other people Through conquest and violence Meanwhile on a another continent The colonists were confident Their conscience said Free Speech for all — By 'all' they meant Caucasian men But the concept spread, and Olympe De Gouges Pled the cause of the enslaved and for feminism too In the French Revolution — till she who had reached Far ahead of her time lost her head for free speech The Modern Age But what they could not kill Was a thought from the quill of a John Stuart Mill Though all humankind all minus one are not chill With a thought, that one's got a right to talk still And none is free till Everyone is – You can read it in the narrative of Fredrick Douglas Who freed himself, and freed his own mind By the writing and the reading by which freedom's defined And in time it was news fit to print – When Ida B. Wells tells the truths of the lynched When the leaders out in Selma went and used the bridge When Mandela said he's sooner serve truth than to live When the truth hurts big, then let it be uttered – Free speech one Martin Luther to another – Never let em vet what you're permitted to preach – 'Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech.' A century ago A demagogue scoffed At the 'Marxist press' And their 'news that was false' – Does that bring anyone to mind? — *light cough* The guy wrote a book by the name of Mein Kampf Oh my God! The Weimar Republic – Why didn't they prohibit it from ever being published? It was hot off the presses — some bestseller shit — Would Hitler not have hit if it hadn't been a hit? That hits different. — And then when they did Try to censor them is when the Nazis really got big As martyrs for a cause — and a precedent was further Then set for the censorship they met with him as Fuhrer It's enough to make you furious Censorship and murder – Silence all objectors Recondition all deserters – "Perverters of the Workers must be Purged from the State" – That or the reverse: "The Commie perps are at your gate!" And now our language of alert Has been subverted by the urgent Overstatement every side has made against its other version Insurrection, Treason and Sedition by the arch- And utter enemies of Freedom Either way we choose to march And in the Too Much Information on this internet of ours Now the office of the censor is the autocratic powers Of the platforms driven by their profit as they scour While we post our speech and wile away our hours ...If things seem freer than when all were accosted You can still get shot up for drawing Mohammed You can still scroll a phone that was made in a spot that Has a government that doesn't let you scroll where ya wanted Is your own mind free? Can they tell you what to do? There's no vaccine For the fact that ever-new Enemies of what's true Speak louder than you ...Why can't she speak With her nipples out too? Conclusion And so to conclude No freedom of speech has been true absolute All we can do is judiciously choose To whom we will listen when seeking the truth And when fools speak And single out groups The best way to silence them And clip their roots Isn't to refuse their right to speak But critique 'em even louder Than you used Even when the speeches are evil we cope Leaning on the note that if we don't Let the evil be spoken Then when we speak We too will be choked – It's a slippery slope But we roll with hope. – And this sound Whether it's suppressed or spreads around Whether it's viral or never gets found Whether any platform takes it down Is a speech Dedicated to the peeps Who were dedicated each To what must get said – For the many that have bled And as many get bleeped – This has been a history of free speech

My heart has a history Of hurtin' those who mean the most to me Before you get too close to me I think you oughta know While other hearts are holdin' on While other loves are growin' strong My heart has a history of lettin' go The first time I looked into your eyes I knew this moment would arrive I got a feelin' you're the one But my heart keeps tryin' to turn and run The problem is this happens everytime (cause) My heart has a history Of hurtin' those who mean the most to me Before you get too close to me I think you oughta know While other hearts are holdin' on While other loves are growin' strong My heart has a history of lettin' go If we can take this one kiss at a time Then maybe we can tame this heart of mine I'm telling you the cold, hard truth I ain't ever been loved by the likes of you And I ain't ever had this much on the line, but My heart has a history Of hurtin' those who mean the most to me Before you get too close to me I think you oughta know While other hearts are holdin' on While other loves are growin' strong My heart has a history of lettin' go Yeah, my heart has a history of lettin' go (yeah)

Just talked to this girl, used to live here on my street (woah) After all these years you're here and you remember me She said her old boyfriend Packed up and headed back east But she always knew someday he would go She just got a new job, and she doubts it will last (woah) So, let's take a drink and never think, and here's to the past (woah-oh-oh) She says, "It's so funny how life burns out so fast" It's just another wasted day A boring life in a boring town In the same old crowd (woah-oh-oh) And I used to say that I'd never stay But I'm rotting here today (woah-oh-oh) With that same old crowd that's always been around And I always thought I'd be the first to go That same old crowd that drags me down Another day in a boring town That same old crowd that brings me down A boring life in a boring town Just talked to this girl who used to live here on my street After all these years you're here And it's still just you and me Sometimes, I can't believe after all these years I just think I'll never leave here She said, "It's so funny how life burns out so fast" Let's take another drink and here's to the past That same old crowd that drags me down Another day in a boring town That same old crowd that brings me down A boring life in a boring town I remember when they'd look through you And they'd look past me We were the ones they said would always leave So, when you go, just think of me Think of me A boring life in a boring town With the same old crowd (woah-oh-oh) And I used to say that I'd never stay But I'm rotting here today (woah-oh-oh) With that same old crowd that's always been around And I always thought that Yeah, and I always thought that Yeah, and I always thought I'd be With the first to go A boring life A boring town A boring life A boring town A boring life In a boring town

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Oh! quand j'entends chanter Nol J'aime revoir mes joies d'enfant Le sapin scintillant, la neige d'argent Nol mon beau reve blanc Oh! quand j'entends sonner au ciel L'heure o le bon vieillard descend Je revois tes yeux clairs, Maman Et je songe d'autres Nols blancs La nuit est pleine de chants joyeux Le bois craque dans le feu La table est dj garnie Tout est pret pour mes amis Et j'attends l'heure o ils vont venir En coutant tous mes souvenirs Oh! quand j'entends chanter Nol J'aime revoir mes joies d'enfant Le sapin scintillant, la neige d'argent Nol mon beau reve blanc Oh! quand j'entends sonner au ciel L'heure o le bon vieillard descend Je revois tes yeux clairs, Maman Et je songe d'autres Nols blancs Je revois tes yeux clairs, Maman Et je songe d'autres Nols blancs