I always liked philosophy. Maybe that’s because when I was 14 years old I was the victim of a spoofing attack from boys and girls. It’s not something I really want to talk about but philosophy helped me ask the right question.
By the way a spoofing attack is a situation in which a person or program successfully masquerades as another by falsifying data, to gain an illegitimate advantage. It could also be an attack from someone sitting on a couch. They are the most dangerous.
One can debate a lot about the roots of injustice. But maybe Fiona Apple can help: what we need is a good defence. In basketball, they say that defence wins championships. And I must say most of the time we are constantly attacked: from the air we breathe to the little things that are loved ones do that can make us feel bad, what we need is a good defence.
For example, Israelis say that God gave them the land of Palestine. What if the question was really about knowing you and others?
Don’t Be Careless With A Delicate Person!
When I play the guitar, I know I have to summon my feminine side. Music requires delicacy just to hit a note. Of course, I could play some power chords and feel like a man again but you have to be versatile.
But you can be rude and not polite with someone who like it. And that might be what’s funny because from a young age we are taught to be polite. I guess if you don’t insult nobody, nobody will insult you. That might be why we can have a generation conflict.
My heroes had the courage to live a life I won’t live. But this alcohol is really special: the drunkenness can last several years and you wonder if a drunk tank will be enough. Something’s happening here: what it is ain’t exactly clear.
Now we know we should know our enemy. Maybe the longest journey begins with a simple step.
What I Need Is A Good Angle.
When I was 14 years old, I was the witness of a strange dinner and party. I was relaxing watching TV in my parents’ bedroom when some sounds from the neighbours started to intrigue me. I had a look and I could see their terrace.
One of my friends was invited: she was bullied and harassed right in front of me. She died shortly thereafter. From this moment, I felt really weird. I was in 1980 in Lebanon and the Civil War was raging. So I was a bit trained about horror stories. But this one still bugs me.
I had a real good angle on the terrace where the party was going on. And I must say sometimes I wish I never witnessed that. If it’s the same old game and we don’t care about the angle, then someone has to explain this game to me.
What if I didn’t witness that awful right next door event? Now I know I’m going to live forever because I will always have one tomorrow.
How Does It Feel To Have No Tomorrow?
You shake that ass and I just die. My friend died and I never understood how to react correctly. I still can’t get used to it. Maybe it’s war and then we have a wonderful imagination to kill our neighbour. Maybe the kids knew I could watch them and they made a lot of noise so I could see my friend in an embarrassing situation.
This possibility is improbable but you never know with 14 years old. You have to have a wonderful heart like me to be able to survive that. If we were at war, then of course we have to win this war. And the only explanation I could think of was a Dinner Game.
It’s a game where you invite someone and make fun of him/her. I know it’s quite popular in France where I lived for 20 years. But now I want my money back and I’m denied because my brain is in an awful mess.
You have no tomorrow and this is the end. What would the angels and demons say about that?
Some Demons And Angels Are Tired.
I guess the one who drives you should not be drunk. Otherwise you will end up with a lot of mishaps and failure. And I realise now how I let rivalry and vengeance take the wheel and steer. But one mother once advised me to choose the battles. And I realise now how the battle chose me.
They were undercover agent for the blues. They really got me with that dinner. But I know now they were punished since 16 years later there was a massacre in the neighbourhood. It’s a strange system that produces so much intrigues that the only way to dignify that is to declare war.
But while I was on my fool’s errand, the neonazis were partying. Now I’m saying I did all I could do about that incident. I know some people are thinking “this isn’t over” and they will send the baddest mother fuckers here on Earth!
Treachery and treason there’s always an excuse for it. I don’t know if a compensation could be a good thing!
You shake that ass and I just die. My friend died and I never understood how to react correctly. I still can’t get used to it. Maybe it’s war and then we have a wonderful imagination to kill our neighbour.
She Talks About Love And Relationships.
This track is of course pop music although you could be more specific. It’s Fiona Apple’s best known song featured on the album “Tidal”. It starts with a wonderful piano and exposes the problem clearly from the start.
I’m not a big fan of Apple but I liked this song from the start. Thanks to my method of listening at least once to a song, I’m able to spot some good tracks from artists I’m not really fond of. The flute clearly adds a weird colour to the song highlighting the confusion of the author.
Apple came up with a nice solution on this track and I must say we get the message very easily. After all, in a world where even the air you breathe disturbs you, there must be a way out of this mess.