Paper or Plastic
“The Prisoner”
We want information
Information
Information
Who are you?
The new number 2
Who is number 1?
You are number 6
I am not a number!
I am a free man!
– Iron Maiden
– “The Prisoner” A late 60’s TV show
Could there be a more subtle global authoritarianism laid out in the simplicity of having to posses a piece of paper / plastic “stating” where you are from?
Declaring to a subordinate state system surrogate, stating where you are going. What “borders” you can “cross”. If you may return or not.
Where you belong, where you reside, who you pay your loyalties to (taxes), enabling you, your “privilege” to drive.
Whether or not, if you are found deceased if some one else can use your parts that in no way shape or form will you be able to use them.
With different pieces of paper or plastic to distinguish between whether or not you are able to qualify for medical help. Likewise the quality of that care, based on what “info” is printed or programmed onto such.
Simply because of the “value” of what you do in society is given a numerical assignment as to how many numbers you get with varying degrees of commas and a period deciding your “worth”.
Laid out on either paper or plasma screens, representing something that does not exist in the first place.
Strangeness that you can take all the way to the “bank”. Something to think about.
“The Prisoner”
We want information
Information
Information
Who are you?
The new number 2
Who is number 1?
You are number 6
I am not a number! I am a free man!
[Laughter]
I’m on the run, I kill to eat
I’m starving now, feeling dead on my feet
Going all the way, I’m natures beast
Do what I want and do as I please
Run – Fight – To breathe – It’s tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out
Not a prisoner I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going …out!
If you kill me it’s self defense
And if I kill ya’ then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You’ll be afraid when I call out your name
Run – Fight – To breathe – It’s gonna be tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out
Not a prisoner I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going
I’m not a number I’m a free man
Live my life where I want to
You’d better scratch me
from your black book
Cause’ I’ll run rings around you
