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The destination is subzero credibility. Years of care and loyalty were nothing but a misunderstanding of fundamentals: once you pop, you can’t stop. And that was an advertisement for Pringles.

Inside Love (So Personal)

My subject isn’t cool but it sounds so factual. Years of (add your word here). The secret, everybody knows about it: you want to succeed, you have to practice. It’s no mystery that you might overthink things just before you win that battle.

Will the war be over after? A honest signal is dangerous: what if it is bad news? “Sir, this briefing is on Israel”. Sometimes, I make proposals and sometimes people think it’s not a bad idea. Honest signalling strengthens the group (be it a neuronal one or a criminal one).

Solidarity (unity or agreement of feeling or action, especially among individuals with a common interest; mutual support within a group) elected me as general secretary of the cosmos in 2010. That is a lot of responsibility and I will remember the promise I made.

Zoo Station

“Save Me” is a song by the British rock band Queen from their 1980 album The Game. Written by guitarist Brian May, it was recorded in 1979, and released in the UK on 25 January 1980, nearly six months prior to the release of the album. It spent six weeks on the UK Singles Chart, peaking at number eleven. “The Game” is an album more oriented towards disco and rock. But the very fact that it does showcase a band that’s turned away from rock and toward pop means that for some Queen fans, it marks the end of the road, and despite the album’s charms, it’s easy to see why.

Brian May wrote “Save Me” about a friend whose relationship with his wife had ended. Musically, the song is complex, with the verses in the key of G major, and the chorus in the key of D major. An instrumental solo, in the related key of G major, serves as a verse. This is the first song the band released using synthesizer. The outro chord progression was quoted in the 1997 Brian May song “No One But You.”

The video for the song was filmed at Alexandra Palace on 22 December 1979 and directed by Keith “Keef” MacMillan and features animation of a woman and a dove. The Game is the eighth studio album by the British rock band Queen. The Game features a different sound than its predecessor, Jazz (1978). The Game was the first Queen album to use a synthesiser (an Oberheim OB-X). Last but not least, the video would be the last to feature Freddie without a mustache.

Queen had long been one of the biggest bands in the world by 1980’s The Game, but this album was the first time they made a glossy, unabashed pop album, one that was designed to sound exactly like its time. They might be posed in leather jackets on the cover, but they hardly sound tough or menacing — they rarely rock, at least not in the gonzo fashion that’s long been their trademark. Gone are the bombastic orchestras of guitars and with them the charging, relentless rhythms that kept Queen grounded even at their grandest moments.

The rule on The Game was devotion to disco-rock blends — best heard on the globe-conquering “Another One Bites the Dust,” but also present in the unintentionally kitschy positivity anthem “Don’t Try Suicide” — and the majestic power ballads that became their calling card in the ’80s, as they reworked the surging “Save Me” and the elegant “Play the Game” numerous times, often with lesser results.

Confidential Information

I didn’t mean to give away that much confidential information. But I have a deal with myself: my future should look better than my past. The state is sponsoring me for being a bit honest; not too much though, otherwise I might talk about how I lost my virginity.

I was 22 years old, and we were 4 little boys: we were vulnerable and our girlfriends were looking for someone reliable. They forgot that, down here, ill communication is a fact. Sometimes, I have troubles communicating with myself: up and down, left and right, vague and precise, shallow and profound.

At the moment, I’m thinking that I might like to go down. Maybe it’s just to have something to write because I’m OK with playing on a computer. But I have big news: I’m determined to become world #1 in table tennis if I have troubles with my musical career.

Of course, I will represent France and Lebanon, or maybe France when I win, and Lebanon when I lose (thank you Yannick Noah for that Roland Garros victory in 1983). Some victories have a taste that’s bittersweet, courtesy of El Michels Affair and the advice of Jean Reno to Natalie Portman: “life, it’s always the same, little girl”.

Parallel Universe

Michels Stich is a tennis player that had an awful ankle injury because he ran to the net, trying to catch his opponent’s drop shot. The video is on YouTube. The commentator dubbed the incident spectacular. It’s getting harder and harder to get some respect: feeling good must be some kind of sin.

My mindset is very simple: if I don’t lose, I will win. And then I will realise what kind of game I played. Honest signal: I promise you blood, sweat and tears. And maybe an occasional thrill.

I read that people loved thrillers; that is a best-selling genre in literature. According to a prison director, crime is the basis for literature. I thought it was love. Now I’m thinking it might be justice. With matters of the heart, you have to find the right song or book; otherwise it might get complicated.

I don’t remember how I got this way, and I don’t recall what happened yesterday. Somebody told me I was fantastic at writing and that wasn’t enough. Alternatively, somebody told me I was out of my mind and that stuck to me. To understand the reasons that I carry on this way, we are lost in dissatisfaction inherent to human nature. Is there a way to make sense out of it?

Under Pressure

That kind of stress and pressure is bad for even the most basic stuff in life. And when muscles can’t absorb a shock, the load is transferred to bones. Bones is where the secret alchemy of your life is taking place.

Under pressure: splits a family in two, put people on streets. When I’m under pressure, I try to remember that I’m part of something bigger (so-called oceanic feeling). I’m still waiting for my badge to have free entrance in select clubs of the capital city.

Wait, I’ve got my badge: I’ve been crying away my life since I fell off the cradle. That’s what people will tell you about me. And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last: Niquela Susfroq aka Nicolas Sursock, French and Lebanese and at ease with English.

My cover is very simple: if I don’t get some water soon, I’ll be dead and gone in the afternoon. Now that the levee broke, I have no place to stay. I’m knocking on your door and maybe I can couch surf.

I’m really suffering from fighting with my desires: imagining is succeeding they say. Until a stupid with a flare gun burns the place to the ground, like in 1994, when Yitzhak Rabin was shot. Politicians have a hard time: gloom and misery everywhere, and statistics.

When I used to work in banks, I was a 6-digit number. My name was too much to ask for. Brand awareness is very important: I’m gross and perverted, I have existed for years but very little has changed. I’m the fool of music and psychology too, for I’m destined to be inhuman and regulate you.

There is no escape: the secret is “years of” misunderstanding and decompression sickness. Could you translate that into “professionals don’t make mistakes”. I’ve seen some men at work: who can it be now, dragging me down to hell?

When It Comes To You

That cold heart is not mine, and not theirs. My prompt today was: years of … (your word here). Those travels gave me a complex identity and to dignify that, I have to think about the testosterone angle. I was caught in the middle of a desperate fight and I knew how to push through.

I am weary of a lost paradise, in a dream or my youth, I can’t be precise. The only thing I can be sure of is I’m tired of injustice and insults. If the nazis were recruited by Syria, then the mediterranean diet must be reevaluated. Little bug, please have a heart: I was born under the bombs of foreign countries, and you talk about love and curse.

It’s no secret that years of Iraq and Syria will plant the seeds of tomorrow’s war and generations will wonder how we ended up this way. One word: Almeria. They say that writing is rewriting but everyone can sense that my brutal honesty is the fruit of less and less overthinking.

Wait a minute: I decided to rewrite my whole blog after an audit that triggered 700 likes in less than 24 hours. Strange things are happening: I can get 12000 likes with the right advert but I feel really estranged from my connections. I hope someday you will join me and we will party like before.

Song for Sonny Liston

Let’s talk about the polar bear and the ozone layer. Good lovin’ we never had. And the bear’s in town. The polar bear is a carnivorous bear whose native range lies largely within the Arctic Circle, encompassing the Arctic Ocean, its surrounding seas and surrounding land masses.

It is a large bear, approximately the same size as the omnivorous Kodiak bear. A boar (adult male) weighs around 350–700 kg while a sow (adult female) is about half that size. Because of expected habitat loss caused by climate change, the polar bear is classified as a vulnerable species.

How come men are considering more and more protecting other animals, while someone in the subway can die without anybody saying something? That’s why I’m writing that blog, because the only people who care for me have some heavy, heavy love. I must confess, I’m one of these folks now.

A bullwhip just as long as your life. I have to simulate being a father just to get back on track. I need a word here, ha! The polar bear is not the only specie in danger: the human race is also. But vigilantes are taking care of that. I remember what made me blue: the picture of Phrygian Purple. The mirror is severe and cruel, I wonder what he’s trying to sell!

51st Anniversary

Am I too touchy to ask for my fundamental rights to be respected? Maybe now, I’m almost 90 years old. After all, even during the war, those guys didn’t want the spotlight. They just wanted to see the puppeteer get stone and crazy.

But a star was boned. And although we are still facing the menace of a subject that isn’t cool, I decided not to lose. And by 2020, I will tell you what kind of game I played. I’ll give you a hint now: when you hit pedestrians, you get a big bonus. Hail to the security officer!

When I’m 51, I think I’ll try to have children. And maybe a home near the sea and one in the mountains. My grand father had 4 children at age 51. Is it that important to have children early in life? Fantasy is about compromise after all and I’m done with that compromise.

It started off so well
They said we made a perfect pair
I clothed myself in your glory and your love
How I loved you,
How I cried…..
The years of care and loyalty
Were nothing but a sham it seems
The years belie we lived a lie
“I’ll love you ’til I die”

Save me save me save me
I can’t face this life alone
Save me save me oh…
I’m naked and I’m far from home

The slate will soon be clean
I’ll erase the memories,
To start again with somebody new
Was it all wasted
All that love?…..
I hang my head and I advertise
A soul for sale or rent
I have no heart, I’m cold inside
I have no real intent

Each night I cry, I still believe the lie
I’ll love you ’til I die

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Written by na1man

I've been listening to music for more than 20 years, trying to get a message in each of the 5000 songs I listened to. I'm interested in all topics (sports, art, science, philosophy, health, travel). I connect the dots with contemporary music. This blog will be the result of more than 20 years of work on humanity (ripples in the curvature of spacetime).

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