Your phone can pierce your brain, explode your heart, and jolt you ten feet in the air!
“Murder by Phone is (also known as Bells and The Calling) is a 1982 American-Canadian science fiction slasher film directed by Michael Anderson. Its plot follows a series of murders committed by a disgruntled phone company employee who designs a device that kills victims when they answer their telephones.” – Wiki
“Filmmaker Shirley Clarke (“The Connection”) directs this powerful, stark semi-documentary look at the horrors of Harlem ghetto slum life filled with drugs, violence, human misery, and a sense of despair due to the racial prejudices of American society. There is no patronizing of the black race in this cinematic cry for justice. A fifteen-year-old boy called Duke is ambitious to buy a “piece” (a gun) from an adult racketeer named Priest, to become president of the gang to which he belongs, and to return them to active “bopping” (gang fighting) which has declined in Harlem. It is a clearly patent allegory of an attempt by Duke to attain manhood and identity in the only way accessible to him – the antisocial one.” – IMDB
Check out a young Clarence Williams III as junkie gang leader ‘Blood’.
Automatic push-button remote control Synthetic genetics command your soul Automatic push-button remote control Synthetic genetics command your soul
Driving me nuts, bolts, screws I got the blues from paying dues For programmed news of honeycoated lies Your eyes can’t believe That weave the Devil’s magic with the latest gadget From the Mean Machine A’running the Same Game with Another Name Down to your brain, blowing your mind Stealing your time, smooth and slick With the latest trick to get rich quick From nonsense at your mind’s expense As your mind digs the scene From the Mean Machine Designed to drive your brain insane Loudspeakers blasting inside your head Saying what someone else said For you to do what they want you to No. Go. Fast. Slow. Getting you high off the latest lie Telling you when, where, how and why As your mind digs the scene From the Mean Machine, A’running the Same Game with Another Name Factories of insanity playing on your vanity As they distort your sense of self Telling you what you need and how to succeed As they steal all of your wealth Probing your mind, trying to find How to scheme on you best From programmed schools with Devilish rules Putting you to the test Death dealing devices sold at high prices Designed with you in mind to buy As they kill you slow and some of y’all don’t even know Y’all paying the Machine to die Mechanized lies dressed up in disguise In forms of various kinds Treachery and deceit the people must defeat In the battle for free men’s minds For complete domination is the goal of this nation Of all free thinking thought And those who oppose will be killed by their foes The flunkies whose souls have been bought Transplants to revive the living dead Replacing the truth with lies instead Newspapers, radios, TVs Spreading lies across the seven seas Robot men with computers for brains Space ships, cars, trains and planes All calculated to blow your mind Moving faster than your sense of time Living luxuriously soft while the people slave hard For the Devil would have you believe he is God Chemical drugs that keep you high While the Mean Machine creates another lie For power and glory and world wide fame While Running the Same Game with Another Name It’s the computer’s equation for world wide invasion That comes in the name of peace and goodwill But all of them are lying as they keep on trying To set the people up for the kill Population control of the people with soul All over the planet Earth. Manipulating their will with a tiny white pill To control their natural birth Behind the scene schemes furthering the Mean Machine’s Dreams Of conquest and world domination From the farthest depths of the universe To the smallest earthly nation Radar, Sonar, Laser beams! Jets, Tanks, Submarines! Megathons, H-Bombs, Napalm, Gas! All this shit will kill you fast All products of the Mean Machine The Devil disguised as a human being And he will even preach that God is dead And some of y’all will believe what the Devil has said And he will then act as the world’s police And the sun will rise up in the West And set down in the East And when it came time to the end… And when it came time to the end… And when it came time to the end… The men will look like the women And the women like the men And some will dance in a hypnotic trance Like as if they have no care But these will be signs of the changing times That the end is drawing near For it was prophesized many centuries past That the end will come in a fiery holocaust And only the righteous people will survive the blast And the Devil’s machine will bring about its own end And peace, love and joy will reign once again And man will understand man And man will understand man And man will understand man And man will understand man And man will understand man And man will understand And live in harmony and peace And the sun will once again Rise up in the East