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Ozymandias (Shelley · Lorca · Brecht | Deep House)

“Ozymandias ” is a dark, cinematic electronic track built from the words of poets who wrote against power—and outlasted it. The song opens with the infamous declaration from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Ozymandias (1818), a poem that exposes the arrogance and inevitable collapse of empires. Shelley’s lines are used verbatim, not as quotation but as chorus—repeated until power turns hollow. Into this ruinscape enters Federico García Lorca, drawn from Romance de la Guardia Civil Española, where state violence arrives in silence, boots, and fear. Lorca’s imagery is stark, lunar, and merciless—violence rendered not as spectacle, but as atmosphere. Between these two historical voices, the song introduces a modern frame inspired by Bertolt Brecht’s question: why sing in dark times? The answer offered here is simple and human—we sing so the dark does not speak alone. This is not a retelling. It is not an adaptation. It is a collision. The track moves slowly and deliberately, with a restrained deep-house pulse, spoken–sung delivery, and repetition used as pressure rather than release. There are no heroes, no slogans—only time, memory, and the certainty that domination never endures. History speaks. Ruins answer. Still, we sing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Credits Percy Bysshe Shelley — Ozymandias https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem... Federico García Lorca — Romance de la Guardia Civil Española https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poet... Bertolt Brecht — In Dark Times https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my works, ye Mighty, And despair! They ask why we still sing when the streets are dark. We sing so the dark does not speak alone. I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert… near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, Whose frown, And wrinkled lip, And sneer of cold command The hand that mocked them, And the heart that fed My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my works, ye Mighty, And despair! The Civil Guard rides in, black cloaks, black horses, fear clenched in their teeth. The town is crushed by silence, boots striking the moon, the night learning violence by heart. Look on my works, ye Mighty— and despair. They will ask later how we lived. We will answer: we stayed human. My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my works, ye Mighty, And despair! Nothing beside remains… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #Ozymandias #Shelley #FedericoGarciaLorca #PoetryInMusic #DarkElectronic #DeepHouse #SpokenWord #AntiAuthoritarian #ArtAgainstPower #HistoryAndTime #ConceptualMusic #CinematicSound #StillWeSing #RuinsAndResistance