A journey into a past of conquer and explotation while connecting the dots to the injustice of the present day.

Meet the conqueror who disguises as an adventurer, hides forced labour behind a contract, and fancies himself a master while oppressing others by sheer violance.

And meet the worker, who's labour is appropriated and who's forced to obey by the existential threat.

The systemic oppression gets amplified by the material condition: the rhythm of production is enhaced by metered machinery. The conqueror sails his ships over the seas and alters from master to manager.

1 Arrival

The conqueror leaves his home. He sails into heavy waters and the soft nostalgic piano turns aggresive.

Requiem, aternam dona eis.

They greet death with confidence.

2 Master

The conqueror docks on a new shore. The worker sees him coming. Jembes drown in the shuffle of the drums.

Verse 1:

A ship on the horizon

Like we've never seen a ship before

see the noble men risin'

When Docking on shore

Came sailing from a far land

A place we've never been to before

I talk but you don’t understand

a tongue we've never heard before

Holding up the holy Bible

A book we've never read before

A fancy man with a fancy title

I came here to explore

Chorus

Ohhh stranger

Welcome to our home

Emerged from the sea

You were all alone

Fo- reigner

Out of the dust

Said you would guarentee

Bringing peace to us

Verse 2

Ships arriving in a line

And every year some more

You wanted me to sign

Even tough I never signed before

All I want is a deal

Can't deal any more

Instead of words you use steel

negotiate no more

Once you'd taken our land

had been our land before

It's now the women and men

we weren't slaves before

Chorus

Ohh stranger

Invading our home

In commission of the king

Had to obey the unknown

foreigner

Let my people alone

In the name of a name

I refuse to come

3 Contract of Conquer

The conqueror extends his power by forcing a contract which inshrines systemic oppression. A powerfull guitar takes over.

Verse 1

You can't say no to me

I have what you really need

Sign here for evolution

A contract for expansion

Join in the movement

It is all about development

Teach you how to be efficient

Your struggles are insufficient

Chorus

Contract of conquer

Reach further

Members of mankind

My mind - you sign

Obey my order

Or you'll die

Taking you under

Breakin it down

You'll never be faster

Cause I'm the master

Verse 1

I stand for progression

And you'll do some contraction

Take the money

And serve me honney

For security

You loose liberty

To become wealthy

You fail and I succeed

4 Working On

The conqueror argues for the greater picture of progression. He feels entitled to rule over the working class by natural or devine default. The work is pushed to duty in a bass riff. One spots the shadow in a heroic chorus.

If you work for me

Maybe one day you'll be free

At the Age of sixty five

You're humble self will thrive

I'm bending down

To do all the work on the field

Can you promise

Will I grow like the seed?

You may succeed

But someone's got to lift up the weight

I’ll take the lead

Steel holding me up

Right at the start

You give me a paycut

By claiming the land

And commanding my hand

Working 'cause it's due

But I do not own

Let the time pass

While I'm singing this song

Working on a farm

With my companions

Out on the fields

They come singing along

This land is mine

All the fields out there

They have my name

I drive in posts everywhere

Why do I

Need papers anyway

No need to impose

We did it our own way

You have no choice

It won't last forever

It's just a shadow in the cave

You're watching

The pictures are stalling

Can you hear the drops falling?

Working hard is what we do

All we do is serving you

All my passion

To be more efficient

Working on a farm we do not own

Working 'cause it's due

But I do not own

Let the time pass

While I'm singing this song

Working on a farm

With my companions

Out on the fields

They come singing along

5 Winner

Injustice is reproduced. The winner takes it all from the losers. Shadows are dancing in the tension of major and minor chords.

Over time you will understand

Where this will come to an end

He claims to be a big man

With a big plan

Gaining power through slaves and machines

You signed that you agree

To stay alive and with your faith

He will hold the word he gave

He isn't here to hurt somebody

It's the price you have to pay

So that people overseas

Can meet all their needs

There's only a winner

If there's a loser

And the beginner

Will stay in power

Like in chess

The rich man gains

And you pick up the remains

If you want to catch up with him

You'll have to work yourself in

If you want all the progression

Come up with a sense of possession

Follow his lead, and be patient

On his stream born to be a legend

Work hard for him to susceed

You shall get the things that you need.

6 Industrial Evolution

The conqueror brags about all the nice stuff he gained from forced labour. A funky groove for the good times.

I own a ship

holding my name on it

I've got the big net

Look all the fish I can catch

Check out my place

Seems I have the lord's grace

A cheminey on the roof

My pyjama is so smooth

Wearing nice shoes

Never have my lace loose

Pumping like a train

Moving to different plane

I've got my ride

Cruising down the street

All of my pride

Concrete and a leather seat

I've got my clock

rule over the the time

I'm able to talk

Over the sealine

Any time anywhere

He's got the power

Increasing mind can't compare

Thoughts of the our

A steady line no despair

He'll never loose

I ve got the spine and I'm aware

Of the masters plan I wanna introduce

Producing machines

To invent my dreams

Flying above you

Never out of schedule

I spread my wings

Only through reasoning

I can get everything

anything I imagine

Driving these cars

with radio on conditionned air

how could you dare to compare

I'm aiming for the stars

And you're diggin in the dirt

While I'm reading the holy word

And we should obey, his order

The way to his way gets shorter

We should drive faster, To get further

Follow the master, the precusor

Discipline, a set square

Implementing his will

New paradigm new ware

Improving his skill

From Pen n paper to the skyscraper

Excavator, world shaper god's neighbour

It ain't no crime to prepare

The masters plan do us all a favor

7 Manager

The conqueror's power seems unlimited. He lives in decadence and swings big. His realm is now a whole city. The fields turn into a factory. The rhythm accelerates and the beat hardens.

Having all the force within one finger

Comanding with no friction whatsoever

Sitting all day long out on my bench

Life is good to me

When I am hungry It is just to say

And my servant will be on his way

Eating as much as I can

Life is good to me

A fire to warm my belly

The wood we choke, the fire we kept

A golden facade

The metal we mine, the house we built

Overdrawing the land

This was our land, now your concrete

Saling away

Leaving our home, a realm to come

The fat ass sitting on his chair

Pointing at me, stroking his hair

If I don't obey he'll use the whip

So I feed that greedy pig

All this consumption makes him high

Smoking Pot and eating pie

Increasing his diameter from Master to Manager

I feed the greedy pig