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I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. I had to write that because I’m listening to a cover of the song in the coffee shop where I sit. When I was young, this song made a great impression on me.
The consequence of love is not an easy one. There’s also a music blog called “Consequence of Sound” that maybe played on those words. The consequence of mothers giving up is not a normal one. It will be accelerate our research for another Earth-like planet.
A stormy affair is nice but sweet mother love is also something to experience. When I was young, I was making a lot of stupid things. The more I think about it, it seems I knew it was bad but I needed to do something with no consequence really stupid.
Don’t Care For Music, I Must Confess
On my soundcloud website (and also on my mixcloud account) I have great music to listen to. And now I’m writing that blog thinking maybe it could become a business. That’s because I do not choose anything since a long time.
I’m always traveling between Paris and Beirut, never really knowing why. I know how this pisses me off though. I must build a temple because I have no real home to come back to at 6pm.
I used to live in a flat my father bought for my sister. But my sister married and so I moved in the flat. My grand mother used to live here also. At night, the flash of the neons of the shop right in front of me creates a fantastic atmosphere.
Few Hopes Our Allowed For Someone Lazy
I read once that sadness and anger were the mothers of ambition. I guess it’s just jealousy then. Only if you add frustration and disgust. In 1980 (the year I was born), Lebanon was facing a Civil War.
What’s so civil about war anyway? A song from the Rolling Stones mentions that rape and murder is on the way. Voltaire used to say it was a heroic butchery. Maybe they make a lot of money with those wars.
The thing that’s cool about war is lynching. Even the slightest joke can become blown out of proportion. I don’t really know why but it seems everything is fake. Everybody knows only the music is real and it’s cheaper than a psychiatrist.
They want me to be bold and I should not hedge. What about the consequence of love then? Was it just a dream? Or maybe a climate?
The More I Blog, The More I Like Statistics
Standing tall and talented is not difficult. You have to take into account 2 things: statistics and the show. You can get lost with numbers but the show never ends. And the public is going to pay.
Who is your public? Are they musician or philosopher or maybe a random person who is bored but don’t know who to get laid with?
Show must go on and the smile still stays on. But the numbers don’t lie. I’m flat broke and I’m starting to care a lot. I have always been someone economical but for some strange reason I started to love giving all my soul.
Only once did I gave all my soul and everybody remembers about it. It’s a memory that is living inside of me and it makes me vulnerable. Because there must be another band than Massive Attack.
A Bow, An Arrow And A Reason
As a conclusion, I remember Portishead used to say they were tired of playing and they wanted to give their heart away. The Police have another advice: why don’t you play a bit? Otherwise why don’t you quit?
Anyway, I guess a good solution would be to go on with the show. And carefully monitor statistics. My blog has great statistics and maybe I could publish some of them. Since the start in October 2017, my bounce rate is 35%.
My father used to be my star and it seems fathers structure your psyche (unconscious and conscious). But I decided my stars will be Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton. Maybe also Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, Dire Straits and Led Zeppelin.
Again, the theory of the right distance should make stars out of us (80% probability). A sweet spot where we remember the Garden of Eden. And we forget about the government and the industry. Let’s hope my in utero impressions can stay calm sometimes!