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I have to admit I have often given in to these endless, pointless, merciless and senseless arguments on Facebook or Twitter. I have spent hours trying to explain stuff, or sometimes just throwing shit at morons, who in return threw shit at another moron (except of course they were the morons, how could I be a moron, it's technically impossible) ... If I had devoted half of that time to practice, writing, recording and promoting, I'd be rich and famous by now ;-)

A song dedicated to all the militants who are more enamoured with the fight than with the cause.

The title is inspired by a French expression: "Arguing with fools is like playing chess against a pigeon. No matter your level, the pigeon will just knock over the pieces, shit on the board and proudly strut like he won."

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It’s never been about the cause
It’s never been about the facts
Who cares for a truth that no one really knows
It’s just about having the last word
What is it we are fighting for?
My truth screams louder than yours
My God has a bigger dick and has guns galore
And you’re just an attention whore
We’re all pigeons playing chess
We’re all peacocks I guess
No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in
And if you don’t think like me, you’re Hitler

Learned idiots prancing in every talk shows
Their Minions echo them on social networks
They know all about football, medicine and politics,
Feminism, climate change & quantum bloody physics
Clinging to their gospel like it’s a lift raft
Some even get money for that
Every rabid roach has its favourite gurus
Depending of what’s in the news
We’re all pigeons playing chess
We’re all some fucker’s parrot I guess
No one knows a thing about the mess we’re living in
And if you dare to disagree, you’re Stalin

We’re all fucking cardboard tanks
We all have mold in our brains
No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in
And if you dare contradict me you’re bin Laden

Let the one who never gave in to rant on anything
To display his Dunning-Krueger on a subject he doesn't master
Let her cast the first stone, yeah, for it’s most likely a she
And for the rest of you, for the rest of us, for the rest of everyone,
Well maybe we should just shut our fucking faces unclefuckers
This game has only one winner
And his name is Mark Zuckerberg…
And if you wanna prove me wrong, well, whatever

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from The gods gave you victory today only to make your final defeat more bitter, released March 1, 2021

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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium

Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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