WU LYF fait une pause

On ne sait pas très bien comment décrypter le mail envoyé par la LYF Foundation, fondation des jeunes chiens fous de WU LYF à laquelle on a adhéré les yeux fermés l’an passé : cryptique et alambiqué, le long texte intitulé « Life is LYF The World Over » annoncerait pourtant la séparation du collectif de Manchester si une phrase ne venait pas préciser que le hiatus ne sera que d’un an.

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« Nous allons passer un an à apprendre, à voir le monde et à jouer le jeu pour ce qu’il est : un jeu. Mais mieux vaut jouer que se faire jouer des tours ? »

Le texte complet est à lire à cette adresse et ci-dessous. Tristesse et larmes de sang donc, pour un an.

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« THE SEA LAPS TAME, AND ALL METAL AND GLASS THE CITY STANDS ABOVE HIM. CC IS DEAD, AND SON CLIMBS OUT OF HER OCEAN, OUT IN THE AIR GASPING, BREATHING LIFE. I SIT BETWEEN MY BROTHER THE MOUNTAIN AND MY SISTER THE SEA; MY BROTHERS EXAGGERATED MASCULINITY AS A COWARDS DEFIANCE TO THE FEARS INSTILLED BY A LIFE CUSHIONED IN INNOCENCE. MY SISTER THE SAVOIR; MY SISTER THE SEA. NO TEARS FOR FALL FOR SAD EYED SAHIEED. YOU FALL FROM THE MOUNTAINS GRACE AND YOUR OWN YOUR OWN SON, THE WORLD BIG BAD, SOME TIMES SAD.

THE SHEEP DRESSED AS THE WOLF GETS EATEN BY THE WOLVES DRESSED IN THE SHEEP’S WOOL.

CC LEARNT HIS BRAVADO AS A SUIT OF ARMOUR TO KEEP OUT THE CRUSHING SELF DOUBTS, HOW IS ANY ONE GOING TO BELIEVE YOU WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN BELIEVE IN YOUR SELF. WELL MI AMI, MI AMORE, MAMA CITA, (M A M A C I T A)

THE TIME HAS COME TO STEP THE FUCK UP. MOHAMMED MARKED IT ALI.

I ALWAYS APOLOGISE, AND I’M SORRY FOR THAT. THE LUCIFER YOUTH WAS FOUNDED ON INSTINCT, IT FELT THE REALIST DIRECTION TO SET SAIL, I SPEAK OF TRUTH ONLY EVERY SUBJECTIVELY, I LEARNT THAT WHAT I UPHOLD AS TRUE MEANS BULLSHIT TO MANY; MANY; ALL OUR EYES GONE SQUARE FROM SPECTACLE GLARE.

YOU SET SAIL ON THE LYF BOAT YOU SPENT A YEAR BUILDING, BUT WHERE’S THIS HASSAN CHOPPING SEA GOING TO TAKE YOU? YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO STEER? OR ARE YOU GOING LAY DOWN AND STARE AT THE STARS, YOU MIGHT BE IN THE GUTTER, I’M IN THE OCEAN. I DON’T BELIEVE IN CONCRETE. THE TRUTH AINT CONCRETE, BUT HERE’S MY CONCRETE TRUTH; WE GONE SPENT A YEAR LEARNING; SEEING THE WORLD, AND EXPERIENCING THE GAME FOR WHAT IT IS; A GAME, BUT BETTER PLAY THAN GET PLAYED EH?

IF YOU WEREN’T MY BROTHER I WOULD KILL YOU. YOU HAVE JACK NICHOLSONS SMILE CONCEALED DEEP BENITH THE FORCED FROWN, DARK FACED CYNICS FOOL. MY OPPRESSOR, MY SAINT; ALL WE ARE IS JUST PEOPLE TRYING

AND WE TRIED OURSELVES PROUD. KID DONE GOOD. GOT BRUSIED BUT NEVER BROKEN. AND WHEN WE SAIL SIDE BY SIDE THE FIRE LEAPS BETWEEN US. OUR FLEET IN FLAMES. LOST BROTHERS GATHERED TO SEE THEIR SONS HEAD INTO THE OCEAN, OUR LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT BURNT THEIR EYES UNTIL THEY COULD SEE. AND THIS SHIPS SET SAIL, MAYBE WE WILL FAIL, BUT AT LEAST WE WILL BE FREE.

SOME PLACE IN THE WILD, NOVEMBER 2011
ELLERY JAMES ROBERTS

FROM CAPPA’S 12 GAUGE MAGNUM VISION, WITH SOME GUIDANCE FROM CASSAVETTES AND A FLUXUS COURAGE TO STAY AND PLAY, WE HAVE PULLED TOGETHER A LITTLE RED BOOK FOR THE LYF. BUT WE PAINTED OURS OCEAN BLUE, FOR THE TRUE BLUE BABES OUT SWIMMING THE CURRENTS OF THE WORLD. YALL ARE INVITED, WERE ALWAYS INVITED, IT JUST TOOK US A WHILE TO FIGURE IT RIGHT. FINALLY WE ARTICULATED SOMETHING WE CAN STAND BY. THERE’S A PIECE OF PAPER YOU CAN HOLD TO THE LIGHT, ILL SEND IT TO YOU IF YOU WANT, JUST SEND A SELF ADDRESSED ENVELOPE TO LYF HQ (ILL GIVE YOU THE ADDRESS AS SOON AS I GET A POST BOX BUD, FOR NOW HIT ME UP ON THE INSIDE…) I HOPE IT PROVIDES YOU WITH SOME LIGHT, AND YOU YOUNG MATADOR’S AINT IMPALED TOO BADLY BY ALL THE BULL. JOKES BLOOD. ALWAYS AND FOREVER.

L Y F REPRESENT: CASSIUS « CC » COLUMBUS/ WARREN BRAMLEY/ JONGO WILKINSON/ TOMMY « G(OD HEAD) » LUNGS/ JOSEPH LOUIE HARLAN MANNING/ ELLERY JAMES ROBERTS/ IVAN KATI/ JONOTHAN FLANDERS/ RYAN « ZION BRU » DOYLE/ JAMIE « STRIP » ALLAN

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