Kalandra - Brave New World (Lyric Video)

This song is a callout. And it's not about falling world or fallen or broken world. World is an ongoing process and it was developing, is developing and will be developing. Here is just a prism of a person that calls out to us for free expression. Against the people that want to chose what topics are acceptable to talk about and what topics are not. She literally tells you to look at those who spoke openly before you. Whether through music, stories, movies, graphic art or whatever the medium was chosen. This is a war of conceptual freedom and those who want to keep status quo on whatever levels they can whether it's political discussions, corporate environment, small societies or even families. In all of those levels you can meet people that believe they are in power to decide whether others can speak and about what and in what way.

"We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares. But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another - slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think. What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwellfeared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Orwell added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we desire will ruin us." - Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business (1985)

I know only two singers from Norway: Kalandra and Aurora. That means that so far Norway has 100% good music :D

The world is falling apart right now. This song is as relevant as ever.

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” -Brave New World

"Hold your tongues no more, Learn from all the ones who came before"

A lot of music these days is fast food. Tastes OK, quick, easy, and accessible. But this.....this is nourishment. This is fresh vegetables and fruit from the garden, and handmade bread. For the first time in a long time, I feel full.

“No matter how much we ask after the truth, self-awareness is often unpleasant. We do not feel kindly toward the Truthsayer.” ― Frank Herbert, God Emperor of Dune

We are so scared of 1984 we forgot about Brave New World.

This seems to be the perfect theme song for 2020, which has been absolute chaos.

Before reading the description or comments, I genuinely thought this was a commentary on modern society. You can probably guess how far down the hole we've fallen by that alone.

Considering everything that's happened, this some hits different

This song is so powerfull, it is actually dangerous.

The message of this song gives me shivers, more than the book ever did and that's saying something considering the book and poem it was based off!

Freedom is the only way. If you feel the need to force, control, or tell others how to think and what to say. You are what this is warning against.

When clicking on this video I had zero preconception of how it would leave me feeling. Might sound weird getting so riled up by a song but I’m honestly speechless. Just wow.

Funny thing is that although it's terrifying, 1984 is the most unlikely of the books to become reality. Meanwhile Brave New World and Fahrenheit 451 are far more capable of happening.

i've been listening to this song for a few years now, but this is the first time i've stopped to pay attention to the words of this hauntingly beautiful song.

For anyone wondering about the second bit of inspiration referenced in the description of the video; here is the English translation of the poem 'Du må ikke sove' by Arnulf Øverland. Some parts are lost in the translation, and some sentences are slightly altered to match the rhyme scheme of the original poem, but this was by far the best translation I could find. "Dare not to sleep! Arnulf Øverland, «Den Røde Front», Oslo 1937. I was awakened one morning, by the quaintest of dreams ‘twas like a voice, spoken to me It sounded afar - like an underground stream, I rose and said: Why do you call me? Dare not to slumber! Dare not to sleep! Dare not believe, it was merely a dream! Yore I was judged. The gallows were built in the court this evening, They’ll come for me — 5’ in the morning This dungeon is teeming, And barracks stand dungeon by dungeon we lie here, awaiting, in cold cells of stone, We lie here, we rot, in these murky holes. We know not ourselves, what does lie ahead Who will be the next one they'll reach for. We moan and we shriek: But do you take heed? Is there none among you who’ll hearken? No one can see us, None know what befalls us. Yet more: None will believe - what the day will bring us! And then You defy: This dare not be true! That men can be utterly evil. There has to be some one with merits pure Oh, brother, you still have a great deal to learn They said: You will give your life, if commanded We’ve given it now, for naught it was handed The world has forgotten, we’ve all been deceived Dare not to sleep in this hour - this eve. You oughtn’t go to your business hence, Or think: What’s your loss – or what is your gain? You oughtn’t attribute your fields and your kine, Nor say you’ve enough - with all that is thine. You oughn’t abide, sitting calm in your home Saying: Dismal it is, poor they are, and alone You cannot permit it! You dare not, at all. Accepting that outrage on all else may fall! I cry with the final gasps of my breath: You dare not repose, nor stand and forget Pardon them not - they know what they do! They breathe on hate-glows, and evil pursue, They fancy to slay, they revel with cries, Their desire is to gloat, when our world is at fire! In blood they are yearning to drown one and all! Don’t you believe it? You’ve heard the call! You know how infants will soldiers remain, While dashing through streets, fields, chanting ‘bout pain Aroused by their mothers‘ assurance of glory They’ll shelter their land - and they’ll never worry You know the fatality of the lies, that glory and faith and honor abides You discern the dauntless dreams of a child, A saber, a banner, he’ll flaunt them so wild, And then they’ll leave home for a rainfall of steel, ‘Till last they hang ragged on barbed wire will, Decaying for Hitler's Aryan call, That is what a man’s for - after all… I couldn’t imagine – too late now it is My sentence is just: The verdict's no miss I believed in prosperity, dreamt about peace In labor and fellowship; love’s fragrant kiss Yet those who don’t die on the battlefield, Their heads for the axeman, will certainly yield I cry in the gloom - if only you’d knew There is but one thing - befitting to do Defend yourself, while your hands are still yearning, Protect your offspring - Europe is burning. * I shook from the chill. To dress, up I rose Without stars were shining, so far, yet so close ‘twere simply a brilliant ray in the east, Admonishing warning from the dream that just ceased The day that soared up from earths furthermost strand Augmenting with blood — and with firebrand It grew with terror - like a breath that was lost It seemed like the starlight - was slain by the frost. I weighed: Something is imminent - and it’s dire Our era is over — Europe’s on fire! Translated by Lars-Toralf Storstrand."

This becomes more relevant with each passing day.