We’re All The Pirate Bay

from http://thepiratebay.org/special/2009mmtpb.php

The Swedish artist Montt Mardié thought The Pirate Bay needed an theme song, an anthem. So he created one!

We like it a lot and hope you like it too. You can download the torrent here, and watch the video as well.

We also got the audio files so all you TPB fans can make your own version, your own remix!
It would also be cool if you did your own version of the video and post as a video response on youtube. As Montt Mardié put it: “To show the world, that we’re all The Pirate Bay…”

Here’s Monty’s coments about it all:

An artist has got to make a living just like everybody else, there’s no doubt about it. And these are tough times, believe me I know. The thing is though, if I were to go back in time, 10 years or so, and tell the 15-year-old version of myself that over a night, 60 000 people had heard one of my songs, the first question I’d throw back at myself wouldn’t be “how much money did I make?”.
Don’t get me wrong, I love money and I want to make a lot of it. Bathe in it just like Uncle Scrooge. But money isn’t the main reason why I write songs. First and foremost I want people to hear them.
Times are so strange at the moment and a lot of people are angry and upset. Still, for each day that goes by I get more and more convinced that we shouldn’t try to fight the future, we should embrace it. Try to see opportunities instead of catastrophys.

I’ve written a song. I call it “We’re All The Pirate Bay”. It’s free and nobody will ever have to pay for it, though if you incist you are welcome to make a donation!

Take care, Monty

More Montt Mardié at
www.monttmardie.com
www.myspace.com/monttmardie
www.hybrism.com

Donate: paypal account: monttmardie@hybrism.com

Download, re-mix, re-make, re-download!, re-seed, re-edit, re-enjoy!

Download:
Montt Mardie – We’re all The Pirate Bay (single)
Montt Mardie – We’re all The Pirate Bay (Remixkit!)

Hope

Once… Once there was hope in the world. Real hope, that real human beings shared. It wasn’t a naive optimism, or a longing for the tides to change by their own powers. It was the certainty, that together we could create whatever world we wished for. It was trust. Trust in each other. Nothing more and nothing less. And we don’t need anything else. Really. It’s all that matters. Trust.

It isn’t gone though, it’s just very faint. We need to strain our eyes, and firstmost, strain our hearts. We need to start believing in each other again. We need to start believing in the power that emerges when we take each others hands and walk together, instead of walking by ourselves.

There is no external powers controlling us, nothing holding us back, if we dare to believe it.

Infinity

You take a step backwards. The sun catches your eyelashes and breaks the light into intricate patterns and shapes of colors. The light passes trough your eyes and makes it’s way into your experience. You breathe in the freshness of the air, and the barrier of ice separating you from the rest of the world shatters into millions of crystalline shards, each reflecting the world in it’s entirety, each in it’s own way, but each of them as true and wonderful as any other. You sense the life that streams through you, and through everything else that is, and realize that everything is you, and that you are everything. For one moment you grasp eternity in your hand and infinity runs through your veins.

Vertigo

We exist in this world as threads strung from material we cannot see or comprehend. We are born into a world so alien to us that evolution has taught us to invent such ideas as meaning and purpose. We systemize and construct, label, order and judge so that we might find a way to navigate the ocean of our lives. Still, when a gust of fascination, love or spiritual insight blows our constructed filters and presuppositions away, we are left with an outlook on the universe as it really is, a wondrous mystery so mind-shatteringly complex and diverse that we can never in our limited lives hope to understand it by the power of logic or systemized thought. We can continue to build better models and descriptions, and they will continue to aid us, but we must open our eyes and minds to the incomprehensible mystery we take part in every second.We are all, no matter how we look at it, made of the same dust that floated through space eons ago. We are all connected, in our origins, in our lifes, in our actions and in our thoughts and feelings. Every thing that has ever been ripples trough the entire cosmos as invisible waves of creativity, manifesting itself as a rainbow of effects, interweaving itself with everything else that is and has been. Your being encompasses the entirity of the universe in itself. Still, when looked upon with our traditional way of understanding things, we stand as seemingly limited beings, without much influence on the universe, when we ponder how miniscule we are in comparison to the rest of the universe, our habit of assigning meaning to everything suddenly comes into conflict with what we are percieving. How can there be a meaning when our lives are so immeasurably tiny and irrelevant? The presuppositions we have used millenia to collectively build up, forces us to the edge of an vertigo-inducing existential gorge.But don’t let the vertigo scare you away, and back into your known way of understanding the world. Don’t invent a god to save you. Throw yourself into the gorge. Don’t take your eyes of the stars. Keep on gazing towards the end of the universe, and let your mind wander to the places you had no idea you could imagine. Forget everything you ever knew or thought you knew, and ask yourself the question, if the only thing there really is, isn’t your own experience, the conscioussness that grants you life. Free yourself of the restraint that there has to be a meaning to life, for you to be able to live it. There is no master-plan, no destiny and no one that judges you. All of these things are invented by human logic, or failed human logic, but you are not doomed to live by such presuppositions. You are a conscious being interconnected with all other consciouss and non-conscious entities in this universe, everything created in interplay with everything else. Essentially the entire cosmos is one large living, evolving being, constantly unfolding itself by the force of creativity. The only meaning you will ever have to derive from the universe is that a multitude of previous causes and reactions has led you and the world to where you are standing now. The rest is still unwritten. Realize this, and you will realize that you are free, and have always been.

My country, or the story of a woman

Welcome to Denmark. This is a country where we have alot of strange practices. One of these is the practice of keeping fellow human beings, that have come seeking shelter from the calamities of torture and persecution, locked up inside institutions that we have somehow agreed to call “asylum centres”. But how can it be, that we so terribly misnamed these places? The word asylum means a place of refuge and foremost of protection. These places are not protecting shelters.

For many they are not even just an unpleasent intermediary before getting the possibility to start a life in which they will not be held captive and tortured for their beliefs. How tragically ironic it must be to stake the lifes of your family and yourself, to escape captivity, be that in any of its forms, only to find yourself captive again, in the very place that should have offered you freedom. I can only faintly imagine the feeling of looking over the fence and trough the barred gates. It must take a very strong heart to feel freedom so close that you can only almost touch it. It must feel like you can sense it, feel it calling for you, like standing at the border of your dreams and hopes, with your feet forever tied in chains. And then, at the end of the day the only thing left is the same concrete walls, the same few square meters.

I can imagine that hope starts to fade. The dream of freedom must seem more and more like just that, a distant dream, twistedly in the same way as, we who have been blessed to live here from the beginning of our lives, tend to let the empathy for our fellow beings fade into the haze of denial, until it is only an unwanted flicker inside us, ghosts we do not want to acknowledge. For many of the people trapped in these borderlands of existence, I can imagine that hope is the only thing left, and when hope is slowly lost, the last foundation of existence begins to crack and disintegrate. I once read that when this last anchor of existence is washed away, and there is no reason left to live, you either die, or the mind short-circuits and invokes insanity as a last means of keeping you alive. That is probably what happened to a woman I heard of, who spent more time talking to two flies she held trapped inside a bottle, than she did talking to her son.

This woman never choose that destiny. She only wanted peace, and a place for her son and herself to live. The responsibility for this fate doesn’t lie where she came from, or anywhere along the way. The responsibility rests here, in my country, it rests with the leaders, the people and with myself. And for that I am ashamed. It was us who trapped her in an existential borderland where no human can survive for very long. We became her ultimate doom, instead of the helping hand that we could have been. This wonderful human being, who came such a long hard way, could have prospered here. Her son could have grown up to feel and love life. But we choose another destiny for her. We must stop blaming others now, and start living up to the responsibilities that we have towards each other.

Candy and Mistrust

While riding the bus today, I had a peculiar experience. A man decided to share some candy with the rest of the passengers. He had a pretty large bag of candy, and walked through the bus, offering everyone some of it. Why he did it I don’t know, he probably just realized that he wouldn’t be able to eat all of it himself, and wanted to share it instead of tossing it.

What struck me was the painfully obvious reaction from everyone he offered some of his candy to. Not a single passenger accepted it. It was so bizarre, and yet so predictable. My own first thoughts were also very skeptical and mistrusting, I was tip-toeing into the borderland of disgust when he offered two small girls some of his candy. Maybe it was a natural reaction from my part, triggered by the fear of pedophiles so inherent in the society I live in. Still I am ashamed, this man was not a pedophile, nor did he wish to do any harm to anybody. He just wished to share some of what was in his possession with the people around him. I am so ashamed that I mistrusted him, and initially rejected him. Intuitively I concluded that something must have been wrong with the candy. How deeply terrible this is! How have we come to this far? We are so afraid of our fellow human beings, and so convinced that others want to do us harm, that we, in the face of an open and sincere expression of generosity, reject each other. This man didn’t want anything in return, he just asked me to take a couple of pieces of candy and enjoy them. I am so glad that he continued speaking after I initially rejected him, which gave me a couple of seconds to catch myself, and act consciously instead. I am so glad that I did, because I used a possibility to base my action on faith in another persons goodness, instead of acting out of fear. Still, I truly regret that I didn’t accept what he was offering from the beginning. Instead of doubting him, I should have thanked him deeply for what he was doing. Whether he knew it or not, he wasn’t just sharing some candy, he was challenging one of the most strangely persistent barriers we invent to defend ourselves.

Thoughts

Whatever it was that I experienced that night, and I put it this way because none of the words I know can really cover it, it might be that it only existed there, for that short moment in time. How truthfully paradoxical, that the most valuable things in life are so miniscule and short-lived, when measured against our traditional way of understanding value. You might think that it was nothing but a mere illusion then, and neither will I try, or have any wish to argue against that opinion. Still, I can say from the depth of my being that it was real. It was as real as these words I am writing, or the air that you are breathing right now. It was real because I shared it with another human being.

This might be the actual nature of reality, for isn’t this how we define existence? That we can, in some unfathomable way, percieve and feel the same things, share them with each other, and in that way agree on their existence? As an example, one might consider the world of our dreams, and compare it to the world we live in during our waking hours. Even though the experience of the world we take part in when we are awake isn’t directly in any way more real than our dreams, since it is still only a product of the activity in our brain, we define it as such, because we can directly share it with our fellow beings. This leads me to ponder that there might not be any other reality than that created through an immeasurable mesh of interconnections between sentient beings.

Maybe the very distinct quality of this experience we shared came to be, because of how we connected with each other. My ability to describe it is lacking, and therefore, I can only try to communicate it by how it felt. It felt as if none of the defences that I normally surround myself with were needed, and as a consequence, they simply vanished. Not because I tried to force them to vanish, or even thought about it. It simply occurred, as naturally as a ball would fall to the floor if dropped. It felt as if my eyes were opened to the world anew, and like the whole of my being suddenly came to rest, stopped arguing with it self, and allowed me to freely express and share ideas and thoughts I had almost stopped hoping anyone would be able to take part in. It felt like I was connected with the very essence of life.

Why am I writing this? I don’t know, really. Suddenly I have come to realise how wonderfully little I know. My best bet is that it’s my strange way of expressing my gratitude towards that very special person.

Kill your television

A little over a week ago, I killed my television. Lately, I have grown tired with all the crap that I am being fed trough the screen. Seriously, why do I have to watch 15 different companies trying to subdue me into becoming their little consumerist puppet? Yes, this is part rant. And yes, as my sister cleverly remarked, part of the reasoning for completely boycotting television is simply that I’m utterly pissed off at traditional media. I am pissed off because of the broadcasters’ inability to overcome the relatively simple obstacle of bringing me just tangentially nuanced reports about current events. As I have witnessed several times now, the bias and lack of insight is utterly ruining the value of the information I am receiving. All it does is making me feel tense, knowing that in addition to processing the information I am getting, I also have to spend a considerable amount of brain-cycles determining what views or ideologies motivated the creation of the material I am viewing.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that bias can or should be avoided, but I find it much more comfortable to know in what general direction the material I am viewing is biased, rather than being force-fed something that pretends to be “truthful”.

Not so far away

Sometimes, I think about a place, not very different from where I live today.

Some things are different, though. The way we regard each other, for instance, is different. It is different, because the way we regard ourselves is different.

The way we feel love and joy is different, because the way we feel pain and sorrow is different.

It is place where we sing and dance, not for profit or praise, but because we feel like it, enjoy it, and want to share that feeling.

It is a place where we create music, visual splendor, poetry, and all forms of art, not to earn, but simply to give, and to experience the wonder of creating. Sometimes it seems, that this place is not very far away.

And sometimes, I wonder if the only distance I have to travel to experience this place, is the distance of stepping outside, opening my eyes to the blinding sunlight, and letting myself see the world as for the first time.

You

Water mist
Hazy dark
Ice is melting
through my heart
Worlds appear
and through my sight
i wash away
Whatever words were on my mind
Never saw and never heard
before i touched
and let you leave
Foolish armor
crumbles now
through pain I’m left
without a doubt