DREAM LIKE A BABY

DREAM LIKE A BABY - a video by TETINE (Bruno Verner & Eliete Mejorado), 2015

DREAM LIKE A BABY is a philosophical-experimental-ecological sci-fi  DIY video on the survivors of a dystopian fourth world dominated by bugs and other pests. A recurring theme in Tetine’s work, the film is set in a near-future amid a post-global new order which is assimilated as a continuos perpetual present. In the fourth world, Bruno & Eliete celebrate their personas in the form of ‘errant insects' & create a post-Derridean spoken word on cockroaches, future ecologies and other existential and political contaminations.

 DREAM LIKE A BABY is part of a larger project that Tetine are currently developing: The Fourth Word Is Now / An Animal With The Demand to Make Choices. 

Text and music: Bruno Verner / Eliete Mejorado

Production and direction: Tetine, 2015

Track originally released on the album "In Loveland With You" (Slum Dunk Music 2013).

File under: tetine, sci-fi, DIY-film, dance, dystopia, utopia, insects, food, future ecologies, music, electronica, dark electro-rap, subcultures, cockroaches, bees, bugs.

DREAM LIKE A BABY (B Verner & E. Mejorado - 2012)

Dream like a baby

You don’t seem to notice but

I’m right behind you

And I can hear your voice

This is a city of opportunities

By all means it’s an occasion

It calls for champagne 

Out of this she had her last drink

We should preserve it for posterity

It’s a music piece now

So reverse

You’ve got 7 lives

You came for free trade

I’m for free love

Only you busy shopper

An animal with the demand to make choices

You’re here for commerce

The fourth world is now

The fourth world is here

So lets make the most of it

Did your dad never give you discipline?

Your car, your house, your job, your children, your life

Soon you’ll be killed by the guys in grey suits

They will shoot you down for this

And the shooter says:

It’s military, compulsory, disciplinary 

And if you’re not here I’ll hunt you

And then I’ll shoot your son down like a duck

Dreaming like a baby we go

Dreaming of a thousand lovers

My hands are shaking

We are about to land

We are coming to a land near you

Haven’t I seen you before?

It’s hard to concentrate

So turn the lights out 

Cos I have the tapes for your consideration

For your consideration

And once discipline begins to sink to the depths of the social

Then the social plague begins

I take my shoes off

Let irradiation takes over

The 4^th world is left with whatever is left over

So what? who cares?

Your car, your boobs, your nose, your children 

Everything is visible

Nothing is disguised

We’re about to land

Only 5 minutes and we’ll touch the ground

The fourth world is left with whatever is left over

The fourth world is now

An animal with the demand to make choices

Nothing is changed

You’re here for commerce

I’m here for free love

You followed me, now I’m following you

I’m right behind you

Your car, your house, your job, your children, your boobs, your life

You bought it

And the shooter says:

Those who are wearing shoes won’t remain

Take your clothes off

We are taking a boat to the end