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16 December 2012

Estopa - Fuente De Energia


Lyrics:
Son las 4 de la tarde
amanece un nuevo día
ya no te hablas con casi nadie
por culpa, ay!, de tu melancolía.
Dicen que son tus colegas
los que te llevan por la mala vida
pero es que tu eres la oveja negra
y que tu solito te lías
vas, a trancas y a barrancas
sales de tu portería
porque últimamente ya no se te levanta
porque estas hecho una porquería
porque te me apareces como los fantasmas
como una mala melodía
las palabras se te atrancan
Si te registra la policía

Por lo menos reconoce cual es
Tu fuente de energía
Que siempre te imaginas
el mundo al revés
Una cárcel sin salida
Una manera tonta de pasar
Con pena y sin gloria
Pero ya a nadie le importa
Como acabará tu historia

Son las 12 de la noche
Comienza ya tu cacería
porque tu ya no te escondes
por culpa de tus ansias de alegría
dicen que son tus colegas
los que te llevan por la mala vida
pero que tu eres la oveja negra
y que tu solito te lías
vas, atrancas y abarrancas
sales de tu portería
porque últimamente ya no se te levanta
porque estas hecho una porquería
porque te me apareces como los fantasmas
con una mala melodía
las palabras se te atrancan
Si te registra la policía

Por lo menos reconoce cual es
Tu fuente de energía
Siempre te imagina el mundo al revés
Una cárcel sin salida
Una manera tonta de pasar
Con pena y sin gloria
Pero ya a nadie le importa
Como acabará tu historia

Vas, atrancas y abarrancas
sales de tu portería
porque últimamente ya no se te levanta
porque estas hecho una porquería
porque te me apareces como los fantasmas
con una mala melodía
las palabras se te atrancan
Si te registra la policía

Por lo menos reconoce cual es
Tu fuente de energía
Siempre te imagina el mundo al revés
Una cárcel sin salida
Una manera tonta de pasar
Con pena y sin gloria
Pero ya a nadie le importa
Como acabara tu historia.

Tu fuente de energía
Tu fuente de energía
Tu fuente de energía..

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The Hacker Manifesto



The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)

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\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

by

+++The Mentor+++

Written on January 8, 1986

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Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
"Teenager
Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal",
"Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...


Damn kids. They're all alike.


But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,

ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made
him tick,what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school...
I'm smarter than most of
the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.


I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain
for the fifteenth
time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms.
Smith, I didn't show my work.
I did it in my head..."


Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.


I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is
cool.
It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I
screwed it up.
Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.


And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through

the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to
them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...


You bet your ass we're all alike... We've been spoon-fed baby food at
school
when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip
through
were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or
ignored
by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us will
ing pupils,
but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying
for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek
after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color,
without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals.
You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us
and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal.
My crime is that of curiosity.
My crime is
that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like.
My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto.
You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

+++The Mentor+++
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