There are no talking heads talking melodies anymore. Instead, they´re talking about the great, amazing, things they do, they do but nobody else sees.
The precious oxygen and the much needed water are less valuable than the rare earths, mostly needed for useless gadgetry & diplomatic rows.
Spinning the wheel of fortune we are, happily losing over and over like winning; something I don’t understand. Spinning the wheel, how do you do that?
There’s a summit going on with deaf ears on a fancy spa called Paradise, but so far not a tune nor a melody has been agreed, I mean composed; they all want to be the conductor, no one the composer.
Finally, after a lot of warmongering, one wise talking head said while the others stood with their index finger in the air -like in a classroom: ‘Dear all, I told them and now I’m telling you too, my song is a hit, and with it I will hit everyone to the floor if they do not agree with me. I am tremendous!’
R. Man
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