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This is a video quite apparently about anons.

The song, "Man Of War," from just a few years ago, is about the whole anon culture, for being recognized as "on the front lines." Every line of the lyrics bear this out.

Notice the references to searching all the world (/pol/), to free speech (drunken confessions) and to the poisonous clouds (data hosting) and dwarves (supercomputers).

The lyrics also seem to be based on enlightened understanding of sacred texts (and they know how the story ends). The reference to "worms" is a throw back to an ancient metaphor for common folks. Jacob is called a worm in Scripture. And the reference to "eyes" quite apparently refers to vision, or forward-looking plans (another Scriptural metaphor), while we all know a cake is also a "bread" (info).

The video consistently goes from light to dark, meaning from being visible to not being (anonymity). It shows this guy working out a puzzle in the dark, getting nervous about it, then being followed. But in the end, the followers are friendly.

LYRICS

Drift all you like from ocean to ocean

Search the whole world

But drunken confessions and hijacked affairs

Will just make you more alone

When you come home I'll bake you a cake

Made of all their eyes

I wish you could see me dressed for the kill

You're my man of war

You're my man of war

Yeah, the worms will come for you, big boots

So unplug the phones, stop all the taps

It all comes flooding back

To poison clouds and poisoned dwarves

>>844895

Apparently, there is more solace in the light (public awareness)

and more apprehension and danger in the dark. Notice the guy on the curb who turns to paper (gets doxxed) in the dark.

It all gets down to playing Beatles' records backwards. The key is the speed at which you play them.

>>845084

Seriously though. Listen to revolution number 9.

Or how about this:

Bring On the Lucie

John Lennon

We don't care what flag you're waving

We don't even want to know your name

We don't care where you're from or where you're going

All we know is that you came

You're making all our decisions

We have just one request of you

That while you're thinking things over

Here's something you just better do

Free the people now

Do it do it do it now

Well we were caught with our hands in the air

Don't despair paranoia is everywhere

We can shake it with love when we're scared

So let's shout it aloud like a prayer

We understand your paranoia

But we don't want to play your game

You think you're cool and know what you are doing

666 is your name

So while you're jerking off each other

You better bear this thought in mind

Your time is up you better know it

But maybe you don't read the signs

Well you were caught with your hands in the kill

And you still got to swallow your pill

As you slip and you slide down the hill

On the blood of the people you killed

Stop the killing now

Do it do it do it now

Bring on the Lucie

Songwriters: John Lennon

Bring On the Lucie lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

Or :

Cry Baby Cry

The Beatles

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

The King of Marigold was in the kitchen

Cooking breakfast for the Queen

The Queen was in the parlor

Playing piano for the children of the King.

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

So cry baby cry.

The King was in the garden

Picking flowers for a friend who came to play

The Queen was in the playroom

Painting pictures for the children's holiday.

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

So cry baby cry.

The Dutchess of Kircaldy always smiling

And arriving late for tea

The Duke was having problems

With a message at the local Bird and Bee.

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

So cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table

For a seance in the dark

With voices out of nowhere

Put on specially by the children for a lark.

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby

Make your mother sigh.

She's old enough to know better

Cry baby cry

Cry cry cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

So cry baby cry.

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney