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A serious music insight by Prince’s song “When Doves Cry” explains that if you want war, go for insults (The Insult is also a 2017 Lebanese drama film).

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You don’t know if it’s fear or desire. Danger the drug that takes you higher. Racism and post-traumatic stress disorders are everywhere. But if you want to prevent war, go to detox in the Alps, France.

The thing about war is that rape and murder is everywhere. Maybe your mama gave you up, maybe your daddy didn’t love you enough. But if you become pale to the point of shouting and screaming, maybe you should visualize something positive.

The good thing about insults is that sometimes it can become funny if it’s done correctly. And the only insults I will tolerate are those where the medium is the message. When I was young, we used to make fun of a lot of things. Do we have to stop?

Main Subject Is Gangstas, Bitches and Mother

Lately, I dug an old mockery of rappers that I can show you if you ask. The joke was in the form of a computer assistant (wizard) that, given the right parameters, will help you produce another pathetic R&B hit song.

Lately, I can’t tolerate an insult. Even if it’s unconscious or involuntary. Yesterday, I was at a bar and tried talking to someone (a girl). Conversation ran dry very quickly. It was a mirror through my heart and my soul.

Jay-Z released an album recently called “Everything Is Love”. The album received widespread acclaim from critics, who praised its emotional and personal content. I’m a fan of Beyoncé (a few songs only). But I remember her song where she sang “I can have another you in a minute, In fact, he’ll be here in a minute”.

A Stormy Affair To Go Somewhere

Donald Trump had sexual relationships with erotic and sex professionals. My definition of a professional is that he or she rarely gets it wrong. But something was strange in the testimony of those 2 professional girls.

It seemed like they had instructions to pause 5 seconds before revealing something horrible that happened. We know women are not that innocent so why do we play that stupid game?

The only reason I could find is that we need a stormy affair.

We need a stormy affair to make us feel we are going somewhere. Who is ready to spend time with a dike by the name of Freddie? Yes, I don’t feel it’s right that LGBTQ thing but I don’t shout about it every day.

As a victim of WW2 and its aftermaths, I know how it feels to look for comfort. But sometimes the best thing to do is to forgive and forget. If only our hearts didn’t keep us well informed.

Looking For Clues, The Sound of the Telephone

It’s crazy but now even the sound of stupid telephones make me frightened. As if my heart was telling me: we gotta get out of this place and go back to the Garden of Eden. And then, suddenly, space appears with the billions of stars and a wonderful universe.

Once, I received a singer to work with. At first, she was hesitant but then she agreed to work with me. And with a wonderful voice full of enthusiasm, she shouted: “it’s a universe!” Of course, 7000 songs is a universe for sure.

Anyway, here in Lebanon, the universe is very simple. We like to work but we like to go out with friends. And one friendly face is all you need to see.

Who will watch for you? Probably you.

Don’t Watch Me From Above, All Right?

As a conclusion, if you want war, just watch someone from above. If not, just look him or her in the eyes. They say it’s the mirror of the soul. I wonder how much negative comments I will get with that post.

You know being pale is one of the stages of death. But life is just about finding a right distance to the Sun. Who will be the Sun today? I have a Facebook friend that once wrote: “life is about learning to dance in the rain”.

In Lebanon, we only have 60 days of rain. I guess we will have to learn to cry in the Sun then. When our neighbors realize we have kind of the same climate, and that we are only facing Nazi Germany values near the Sea, we will start to reconcile and look to the sky.

Looking for a star to guide you, I suggest this one: when I die, what will I leave my loved ones? And who are my loved ones exactly?

 

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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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