Boxing And Mercy Don't Rhyme, Except In French

Jul 22, 2018

A serious music insight by a song from Yves Montand explains boxing and mercy don’t rhyme (except in French). A not so open face along the strait of fear.

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They say the face represents our identity. And everyone knows, with time, you get the face of a boxer. That’s why it’s dangerous to have an open face sometimes.

In French, mercy and boxing rhyme. I guess that’s why France’s heritage is so important to the world. We crave a good fight but we ask for revenge. What if Rafael Nadal was dead at the end of the match against Novak Djokovic?

Revenge will surely come. But what if it’s not the case? How will we determine if it was a lucky shot or a manifestation of hard work and good strategy? When I went jamming 3 years in a row, 80% of the time I tried to make a good impression.

Seems Like Life Played A Game On Me

To this day, I still don’t know what went wrong. Too much love will kill me as sure as none at all. When I was a young boy, I was the sole recipient of an atomic bomb (age 14): 75 years of funk.

Of course, 75 years of music is a good thing but thank god we got blues, jazz, soul and rock. The French Touch is also interesting, messing with electronic devices (I’m thinking of bands like Dax Riders, Daft Punk and Air).

Age 14 is a critical age and now, I’m thinking I shouldn’t be too hard on the school I was in at that age. It was the same thing at age 17 in another school. But the neighbourhood is infested with severity and cruelty.

How can we face life without our mystic ally?

They say the mystic learns to distinguish ambition like a cool breeze. And now I’m counting the stats of that blog until my soul will turn formatted.

Why Don’t You Release Me? (I’m Begging)

I’m writing that blog and I’m learning a lot. For example, my headlines should be 6 or 7 words long and should include power and emotional words. Otherwise, my message will be drowned by other posts like “50 Ways To Leave Your Lover”.

The answer is easy they say if the question is correctly asked. Is it the method that leaves me breathless? They say that a message has a medium that is also important. I guess music is the best medium to convey a message then.

You suck my blood like a leech, you break the law and you preach.

This is the message I’d like to send to my former classmates of 1994. The problem is very simple: a clear cut case of you or us. We are the Mediterranean people with a heart bigger than the universe.

Be Careful Where You Aim, You Know That

If you aim for something, you have to be careful because you just might hit it. That’s why I’m aiming for 300 days of Sun even in Paris and Seattle. And I’m aiming that we should be looking for another Earth-like planet fast.

At least one Earth-like planet fast (we are 7 billion).

The universe is so big and full of resources. Our allies in France, Europe and America will hear the message. But what about Brazil, Iran and China? I’m not talking about Russia who is stuck with Ivan Pavlov and his classical conditioning.

They say memory is associative but it’s also a matter of reconstruction. If you’re too lazy to reconstruct a memory, go for associations you can go on holidays with. That’s right, I have to find associates I can go on holidays with.

I’m Brutally Honest, France Has A Message

As a conclusion, I will try to remember the message from France. Justice and privileges! Maybe justice is a kind of decompression sickness? What about those privileges then? I guess we can call that spy break!

A part of the brain monitors intense efforts. I try to get up everyday but I have to sell that blog. I’m writing like I’m having 80% of chances of succeeding. If that blog doesn’t take off, you can blame it on the toxic suspicious minds that will wake up when there is sunshine.

Anyway, boxing and mercy don’t rhyme. Boxing and road tripping rhyme though. And now, I think I found the key to writing good songs: you have to make it rhyme. That’s why you have to love the constraints in everything you do.

Anyway, my manager has other champions. Maybe I will find another manager then. Only if he can’t behave when I’m talking about rest and digest. Can I spend the rest of life in fight or flight mode? What about freezing and another map of my head?

Nicolas Sursock

Nicolas is a musician. His work now focuses on digesting 10000 songs of jazz, blues, soul, rock, funk and electronic. He plays the guitar if he's not blogging!