When we launch a movement, we do not control more. Beginning of a new era, a style or a desire. End in itself. Only for himself. Because the movement has the primary property that belong to anyone. This is an oversight on his own initiative, be aware disappear in favor of another. The movement does not leave room for its creator, he self-proclaims. He slid down the spirits.
When it comes to control, he loses. Or worse, he repeats. It gets old and does not move with equal agility. He keeps a little attraction, but it loses its intensity. Movement inert. A movement that does not move. All this seems futile because it is now. A little, much, more. Until next move.
(Gogol Bordello - Trans-Continental Hustle - Sony Music)