Lymphatic People Harvest The Wrong Seeds

Jun 14, 2018

A serious insight based on Tears for Fears’ “Sowing the Seeds of Love” sounds like you can plant seeds. Music will tell us if this is worth our time.

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Sometimes I wonder what kind of seed was planted in my brain. Of course, the first cut might be the deepest. But, with time, I started harvesting new seeds. Some prices are higher than others. If tequila is worth 2000$ in Cuba, then we might as well leave France.

Nobody ever really knew me, us and the sky. We’re not under the same sun. This reality check will help us understand war, love, and glory.

Silence makes so much noise that one can only rely on music during those times.

Plant Your Love and Let It Grow (Maybe)

When I was 14 years old, I stumbled upon innocence and arrogance. Filthy minds were vigilant and decided to reveal something about ourselves. Sadly, sometimes you don’t have the time to tell someone special how much you love him or her.

Our so-called friends spoke and then someone died. What should we do now? I guess it’s the price of love. So expensive you will commit a crime.

What do you think of the situation? Complication and aggravation is lurking. Should we stay in a monastery and cut our hair? They forgot to tell us that those people were damned and decided to find a shelter.

It’s no place for losers or innocent of minds.

But the least people can do is put up a fight. And you have to be well educated on that subject. What will happen when that blog reaches 200 hearts a day?


On That, You Can Rely: Rivalry and Vengeance

According to the diary of a book, I skimmed lately, with time you become creditor and debtor without notice. I like to skim books because sometimes you don’t have the time to read. So I’ll give you the bottom line.

A seed can be planted but it’s up to you to harvest it.

I found music pretty reliable when it comes to health. Because, for some unknown reason, confidence fluctuates. But it seems the key to motivation is setting goals.

When you get drunk, suddenly everything is fine and cool. Everybody loves you and you love everybody. And then the day after you have to wake up.

And when you wake up, you realize that your friends are there. And will always be if you are also a friend. That’s why I’m writing this blog which is almost a music philosophy class.

I Shot Some People But Not Everybody

When you play police and thieves, sometimes roles are reversed. Otherwise, it’s not fun if you’re always in the thief posture. If I get caught, I can face 10 years in prison. I’m talking about love and justice.

Sometimes, it’s easier to walk away. And sometimes it’s easier to face the facts. Sometimes, it’s easier to freeze and forget about the mess someone who watches you created.

That’s why I shot Bill and Ludo. They put themselves in a position where we were going to go 10 years in prison. And they’re going to tell everybody about my Mediterranean ass.

Sometimes, it’s so hot that working is a bad idea. Unless you have your die-hard fans with you. Who can it be now?

With a rare independence of the mind, I declare myself exercise and comfort intolerant.


The Climate Is Not An Ally But A Judge

In France, they have a saying which goes like this: who once drank will drink (translated into English: once a thief, always a thief). And everybody knows that the one in charge should remain sober.

When it comes to narcissistic abuse, you could use the chess metaphor, or the car metaphor, or the Tetris metaphor, or the Poker metaphor.

But music will save us all: why do you want to dwell on that blue note like Gary Moore in Parisienne Walkways?

It seems we all fear that one day, we will end up under the bridge with other sober people. The police are known to play with thieves and maybe that’s why they became the thieves.

Enter my friends. The question of their loneliness is simple: sitting in my kitchen, I’m turning into dust again. They can’t find the love they want!

Concerned About Happiness? Look No Further

Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth! The dominant idea is that we are animals and life is full of surprise, failure, and mishaps.

Bad boys, what you gonna do when they come for you?

I met some bad outlaws, mainly during my student life. We were young, wild and free and we spent our time working with music and sounds. A little bit of mathematics also.

The future is simple: the rich get richer or hesitates, the poor get the poorer (no uncertainty here). According to Freud, a strong impression of a stage of your life and you’re done with evolution. You will be a “good girl gone bad” for the rest of your life.

The next time I team up with some people, it will be crystal clear: let’s kill all the lawyers, bankers, security officers and maybe accountants. Sorry, I’m high on something but I don’t know what.


Your Eyes Have Not Adjusted To The Light Yet

I’m low on dangerous intentions. Rape and murder, what a glorious program for our youth. Of course, treachery and treason is another strong hope for humanity. Jesus said that forgiving and the future are key.

That’s why we should not be fired. But we should be in court facing a judge with an odd agenda. People promised that the trial will be fair. What a revealing slip for our society based on 12-year-olds who are either sad either angry.

I met a woman lately and she said to her child: “don’t get angry if you lose”.

Victory will be our only goal. Who said the price was cheap? Our enemies are powerful: treachery and treason, rape and murder. Mishaps happen, what could be the sense?

Maybe our red line is hurting us. After all, when it comes to making other people react, we have a limitless imagination. Communism was invented because they were tired of social justice, forgetting about animality.

Up To You To Harvest The Right Seed

Can we smash any hopes for democracy? Can we smash any hopes to find our cousins that were scattered in space on other planets? They also have to face troubles and pressure.

This is a divine intervention. The majority feels like they don’t have the right partner. But if you can’t go on holidays with your partner, then yes you should consider finding a new one.

They said that Los Angeles, California was the city of angels. But some cities are the city of demons like Paris and Seattle (300 days of shadow business a year).

Anyway, if you lose your partner, please don’t lose your mind. Someone these days needs a strong will to live. Whatever that means. In the aerospace industry, when you’re in trouble, they have a procedure called “Back to Basics”.

Does living only mean coming back to your roots? Or maybe zipping up your boots?

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High time, we made a stand
And shook up the views of the common man
The love train rides from coast to coast
DJ’s the man we love the most

Could you be, could you be squeaky clean
and smash any hope of democracy
As the headline says you’re free to choose
There’s egg on your face and mud on your shoes

One of these days they’re gonna call it the blues

Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds

I spy tears in their eyes they look to the skies
For some kind of divine intervention
Food goes to waste
So nice to eat, so nice to taste

Politician granny with your high ideals
Have you no idea how the majority feels?
So without love and a promised land
We’re fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam

Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
The birds and the bees
My girlfriend and me, in love

Feel the pain
Talk about it
If you’re a wanted man
Then shout about it
Open hearts, feel about it
Open minds, think about it
Everyone, read about it
Everyone, scream about it
Everyone (everyone, yeah)
Everyone (everyone) read about it, read about it
Read it in the books,
in the crannies and the nooks,
there are books to read

Mister England
sowing the seeds of love
Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes
Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes


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!