“לאטמה” שיר הפיילוט | פייק ניוז | Latma” – “There’s No Business Like News Business” | Fake News”

“לאטמה” שיר הפיילוט | פייק ניוז |  Latma” – “There’s No Business Like News Business” | Fake News”


Following the criticism about the foreign media’s disregard of the massacre in Itamar We’re hosting the head of the foreign correspondents’ cell in Israel Mr. Peter Bluffer Good evening Mr. Bluffer, you must have heard about the massacre at Itamar? Of course Horrible Why do you ask? Because in all of your reports,
only the IDF’s response, appears The bombings, arrests … Hardly a word about the massacre Well? Because it’s not in the script Excuse me? There’s a script, guys You are the “bad guys” The Arabs are “the good guys” It is inconceivable, that some family will, suddenly, decide on its own, to get murdered And change the course of the plot There has to be order There’s some sense in it, Elhanan But there are facts! Facts, okay But not news You really don’t understand the difference? The drama, the destruction, and a sad boy Look how the ratings rise True, there are facts, well, that’s not important Truth is just a boring thing Muhammad Durrah, Hunger, and another bluff And here the Pulitzer
(the highest journalism award) is near There’s no business like News-Business I choose whom to abuse What power I possess in my hands It really puts joy in the heart Only I decide Who is Snow White? Who is the wolf? Yes, there’s no business like News-Business Accuse always the Jews What do they want from me? I’m just the reporter! Reliable and enthusiastic in-love with myself I’m the jury, executioner, a judge with a warrant So, move, the news man is coming Ignorance is the power Slavery is freedom History is mere recommendation Between us, it’s strange that so easily they swallow everything,
if I have a tie The world’s a stage You’re all just my actors Understand, already I’m the director, here There’s no business like News-Business I choose whom to abuse What power I have in my hands Who would dare shut my mouth? Let them complain until the day after tomorrow It’s McCarthyism! It’s unfair… There’s no business like News-Business So move or you lose it’s my stage All the lights are only on me To cheat and to lie You are in my hands They call it freedom of speech, they call it, my friends So move, here comes the news-man So move, here comes the news-man Well, what do you know It REALLY is a great business

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