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Overture 2021
02:43
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The Movers of the World
06:20
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Why is the world the way it is?
The big question
But it must have an answer
Never did I foresee the world ending up like this
No one wants to work
No one wants to live
Their lives are filled with emptiness
But still the few will feed them
The few who do create
We provide them with more
More than the kings of old could ever dream of
The question, the world
The movers’ inheritance
The weight of the world
Is carried on our shoulders
Engineering civilization
The future, our creation
The evolution of man
Now driven by the movers
What do we get in return?
Somehow they see me as evil
Greed and corruption is all the world sees
A world filled with envy
Despite the disrespect,
The ridicule and disdain
We continue to create
My will is eternal
I cannot be stopped
Invention and progress is all I know
Why is the world the way it is?
The big question
But it must have an answer
Why would the world try to take away my tools?
They don’t know where they would be without us
The movers of the world
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Alone in the Mountains
08:28
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I have moved to the west
Deep into the mountains
To achieve the impossible
I am surrounded by
stone, steel, and my tools
Best of all, I am alone
I can focus all my energy
On perfecting my hypothesis
I will bring about a new age
The oil, the oil
I take it using secret methods
The oil, the oil
Impossible they claimed
The oil, the oil
I’ve turned laughers into beggars
My power makes the world turn
They dare to throw around ridicule
Little do they know
I have already begun the extraction
I don’t make time for losers
Or pay them any mind
I continue working alone in the mountains
The oil, the oil
I take it using secret methods
The oil, the oil
Impossible they claimed
The oil, the oil
I’ve turned laughers into beggars
My power makes the world turn
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The Virtues of Greed
09:08
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“You claim money is the root of all evil. So I simply ask, what is the root of money?”
Money is made possible only by the men who produce
Man's mind is the root of all the goods you choose
And of all the wealth that has ever existed on earth
Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think
Money is the scourge of the men,
Who attempt to reverse the law of causality
Money will not buy intelligence for the fool,
Or admiration for the coward,
Or respect for the incompetent
Money is the seed
The rood of what is good
The values that you need
Are the virtues of greed
No man may be smaller than his money.
If an heir is equal to his wealth, it serves him
if not, it will surely destroy him
Do not envy a worthless heir
His wealth is not yours and you’d have done no better with it
Loading the world with fifty parasites instead of one
It would not bring back the dead virtue which was the fortune
Money will not serve the mind that cannot match it
Is this the reason you call it evil?
Money is your means of survival.
The verdict you pronounce
upon the source of your livelihood
Is the verdict you pronounce upon your life
If the source is corrupt,
You have damned your own existence
Money is the product of virtue
It will not give virtue to you
It will not redeem your vices.
Your means of survival
Required to succeed
The virtues of greed
Money is the seed
The rood of what is good
The values that you need
Are the virtues of greed
To love money is to know and love the fact
That money is the creation of the best power within you
The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably
The man who respects it has earned it rightfully
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil
That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter
If men abandon money, their only substitute is the muzzle of a gun
When force is the standard, the murderer wins over the pickpocket
And then society vanishes, in a spread of ruins and slaughter
When in order to produce,
You need permission from men who produce nothing,
Know that your society is doomed
Whenever destroyers appear among men,
They start by destroying money
For money is man's protection
And the base of moral existence
Money is the base of moral existence
When you have made evil
The means of survival
Do not expect men to remain good
Do not expect them to produce
When production is punished and looting rewarded
Do not ask, who is destroying the world?
You are.
“What is going to happen to the world? Just exactly what it deserves.”
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The Pirate
07:26
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They call me a man born without a heart
The most frightening face on earth
The scornful mouth of a Viking statue
A face with no sign of feeling
There are only two modes of living left
Be a looter who robs victims
Or be a victim to be plundered
I did not choose to be either.
I choose to live by means of force
If looters think force is all they need to rob their betters,
Let them see what happens when their betters use force too
They call me a pirate
I am a deliverer of justice
The disease of legal plunder
I destroy by my battleship of justice
I do not rob men who are tied and gagged
I do not demand that my victims help me
I do not pretend I am acting for their own good
I stake my life in every encounter with men
And they have a chance to match their force against mine
It is I against the strength of five continents
If they believe that force is the proper means of business
I am giving them what they ask for
They call me a pirate
I am a deliverer of justice
The disease of legal plunder
I destroy by my hammer fist of pain
I am the destroyer of Robin Hood
The socialist scum of your fairy tales
I rob the poor and give it all to the rich
I fight the double-parasite,
Who lives on the sores of the poor,
And soaks up all the blood of the rich
There is but one rightful owner of Rearden Metal
You may try to extort his grand design
But you can’t hide your copycat plans from me
I will burn your Chinese mill to the ground
They call me a pirate
I am a deliverer of justice
The disease of legal plunder
I destroy by my battleship of justice
When robbery becomes the purpose of the law
Then an outlaw must deliver justice
What is taxed I steal back in gold
I’ll send your ship of loot to the bottom of the sea
Death and taxes are your absolutes
Life and production are mine
But without that hope
I'll hoist the black flag
And begin slitting throats
I am the friend of the friendless
An avenging angel
In the sky, and upon the open seas
When we are free,
Within my lifetime
Reborn from the ruins
I will lay down my arms
And bask in the new sunrise
My only love is human ability
I will see it free
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The founder died
And the worthless heirs took over
They have a new plan
Everyone would work
According to his ability
But be paid according to his need
Anyone opposed is a child killer at heart
Hadn't we heard it all our lives?
From every newspaper, movie, and public speech
Every school teacher raising your children
They gave everyone a vote
So we voted for the plan
And we got what we had coming
We created four years of hell
Plain, naked, smirking evil
We are damned
and we'll never be forgiven
The more you work the more is demanded of you
For your neighbor’s supper
For his nephew’s schooling
For anyone anywhere around you
It’s theirs to receive and yours to work
Dawn to dusk, month after month, year after year
For the whole of your life
Without rest, without hope, without end
From each according to his ability
To each according to his need
The moral ideal we pretend to believe
ENVY!
The true motive behind our actions
We want what our betters have
ENVY!
Do not talk about it
We promise you
It’s for the love of the common good
You say we’re all in this together
Then take this acetylene torch
For twelve hours a day, together
Whose ability and whose need comes first?
You can’t let any man decide his own needs
If you did, he might claim he needs a yacht.
If his feelings are all you have to go by,
He might just prove it too
So we voted on it
No-one may judge his own need or ability
It took just one meeting to discover
We had all become sniveling, whining beggars
The lousiest, noisiest moochers list all their miseries
The strong men kept quiet and continued on
Can you guess who took the jackpot?
Production collapsed in half a year
Somebody hadn’t delivered according to his ability
(We decide your ability)
So we voted on which men were most able
They were sentenced to work overtime every day
Overtime without pay, after all it doesn’t affect your need
Then we turned into creatures
The skilled work overtime to correct the mistakes
Of every sloppy incompetent stinker
So we all began to hide our ability
Never work faster than the next fellow
You think competition for profit is vicious?
See what it’s like when men compete to be the worst
We did our best to be no good at all
There’s no surer way to destroy a man
So drink is what we all turned to
When all decent pleasures are forbidden
There’s always ways to get at the rotten ones
Any man who tried to play it straight had to refuse himself everything
He couldn’t marry or bring children into the world
He could plan, promise, and count on nothing
But the shiftless and the irresponsible had a field day of it
They dragged in scum from all over the country
They found endless ways of getting in need
Within a year there wasn’t an honest man left among us
That hell-horror evil preachers used to scare you with had come alive
It turned decent people into bastards
And it was called a moral ideal
What was it we were supposed to want to work for?
For the bums, the loafers, the moochers?
For the love of our brothers?
That’s when we learned to hate our brothers
For every meal they swallowed
Every new shirt and new hat
Paid for by our privations,
our hunger, our sweat and suffering
An old lady fell down the cellar stairs
We all used to like her
But the doctor said treatments would take a long long time
Well guess what
That night she died in her room
The cause of death was never to be known
But she was oh so very old
We began to spy on one another
Meddle in each other’s lives
Break up engagements
No babies born
No more dependents to feed
All this was no mistake
Mistakes of this size are never made out of innocence
We didn’t do it because we believed
in their phony moral ideal
That drippy guff let us pass off as virtue something we’d be ashamed to admit
ENVY!
No man voting for it didn’t think he’d muscle in on the profits of better men
No man rich and smart didn’t think there was someone richer and smarter
ENVY!
The ugliest human thought
So we howled louder
about the love of the common good
We got what we asked for
When we realized what it was, it was too late
We're trapped with no place to go
The best men left the first week
A man of self-respect doesn’t turn into a milch cow for anyone
Soon we had nothing left but men of need
And none of the men of ability
Those of us who stayed had been there far too long
We refused to believe it was already gone
Thanks to the common good
The moral ideal
This was the moral law that professors and leaders want to establish
All over the earth
If this is what it did to a small town
Imagine what it would do on a global scale
To work to offset all the disasters and malingering of the world
To work with no chance to rise
With your meals, your clothes, and your pleasure,
Depending on any swindle, famine, or pestilence anywhere on earth
To work until the Cambodians are fed
Until the Venezuelans are sent through college
To work on a blank check held by every creature born
Is this the moral law?
Is this is a moral ideal?
If you ever see a leader profess this ideal
Stand up and say no
Spit in their face
They must be destroyed
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Who is John Galt?
02:45
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When the worthless heir professed we all accept this ideal
A man stood up and said “I don’t.”
A young engineer, tall and slim had silenced the room
We feared him, for he stood like a man who knew he was right
His voice was clear and without any feeling.
“I will put an end to this, once and for all,” he said.
The heir asked “How?”
“I will stop the motor of the world.”
We never saw him again.
Years later, we did see
The lights going out
The conveyor belts turning still
The gates were closing
The roads growing empty
The great factories crumbling
And we began to ask about him
He had kept his word
He saw the truth we refused to know
He was the retribution, the avenger,
The man of justice we had defied
By what impossible power has he done this?
We looked for him and found no answers anywhere.
His spirit loomed in the dead gray fog descending all over the earth
He damned us and there was no escape from his verdict
He would stop the motor of the world
His name was John Galt
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Enigmatic Engine
04:21
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Wyatt's Torch
05:26
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Of the world, I don’t ask much
Just keep your railroads running
Your crony anti dog eat dog rule
No, it will not do
If you destroy what I’ve built
I will destroy you too
An eye for an eye
I’m just getting started
Don’t test me I will follow through
I’ll set the oil fields on fire
What’s mine is mine it shall remain
She promised me a brand new railroad
I frankly doubt she will make it through
What a great unexpected surprise
The line has arrived on time
A grand wonder to behold
The genius and power of Rearden Metal
The John Galt Line arrives at my doorstep
The majesty of giants building together
A new decree, a disgusting directive
Imposition against humanity
Cronies, losers, and sociopaths
You’re one and all the same
Inefficiency to suit your envy
I will not let you decide
I’m taking my fair share
Yours will now be zero
I’ll set the oil fields on fire
What’s mine is mine it shall remain
I’m leaving it as I found it
Take over
It’s yours
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You’re afraid of life
You want to spread your fear
You’ve been jealous all these years
You have accomplished nothing
(You’re a loser)
So pretend you’re saving lives
You want a pat on the back
But in the end all you will get
Is a kick in the ass from me
(Less than you deserve)
Stay home
Leave the world to me
We will live on without you
We are the free
We choose to weigh our risks in life
We live as human beings
Welcome to the human species
You have starved one hundred million Africans
Just to save one hundred thousand Americans
How woke of you, you white coat supremacist
(Have you ever eaten leg of Yemeni?)
Your child has never seen her teacher’s face
Your baby’s never seen another human face
Your teeth are rotting out
Thus, closely followed by your mind
Go on and beg for your vaccination
But keep your drugs and needles to yourself
Lick the boots of Jinping and Fauci
Cower in your corner full of fear
(Please Pfizer help me!)
Last year you hated corporations
Pfizer and Moderna are your new gods
Bow before them and hand over your children
Trust the science, Trust the science
Trust the science, Trust the science
Stay home
Leave the world to me
We will live on without you
We are the free
We choose to weigh our risks in life
We live as human beings
You can say goodbye to the human species
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Barry Kuzay Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin
Civil engineer who works with steel by day and metal by night. www.barrykuzay.com
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