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Written by Nicolas Sursock Nov 23, 2019 at 22:41 •
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It’s hard to say it; I hate to say it. But today I have enough conviction for driving a car and spending time in a coffee shop. That’s all. I don’t feel like writing anymore, even though I have a lot of ideas.

Again trying not to sound like a moron every day is hard work, and maybe it’s not realistic. Sometimes you can be a jerk: stupid, naive, and unreachable.

I started this blogging journey 2 years ago, and I know the competition is fierce. Lately, I witnessed a great blog that’s been there for years stealing one of my ideas. I wanted to invent a drug that would credit your bank account instantly with 50,000$.

But with drugs, it’s always the same old story: one should try to define what it is. If sex means the accounting is at its highest, then we could get some inspiration from that. You spend 5 and earn 1000. I guess the lack of conviction comes from the fact I’m giving all my soul on this blog.

Do You Want To Be Strong And Follow The Road?

Of course, I know what you think: fuck, I’m surrounded by 4 walls. I feel like in prison, and this isn’t a shelter anymore. Lately, I was wondering if humanity wasn’t on Earth as if we were in a mental health institute. We are carefully observed by someone.

That kind of prison is indeed so big that it doesn’t feel like a prison. But it depends if you take into account astronomy. 7 million years, and it’s only been recent that we put a man on the moon.

Israeli’s prime minister was hailing competition as the fundamental of humanity. Maybe he’s right, but I have news for you. Life is an extreme experience from day 1, and perhaps he’s wrong. The only thing that’s important down here is SOLIDARITY.

These Are The Things I Can Do Without.

Competition seems like a natural candidate for our planet. But why does solidarity seem so naive? From 2001 to 2010, I had an awful life and sympathy disappeared. Today I have cancer or maybe AIDS; I’m not sure, but it’s a bad disease.

I didn’t forget my crime even though one can debate if it’s not a common mishap or failure. But when solidarity breaks, you know some people really would like to break your heart.

With the heart, it’s always the same old story: melancholy that the doctor will call depression and compensation that doctors wonder if it’s not dangerous. What benefit for people scarred for life? I mean, this was my investigation, and I didn’t anticipate someone would investigate the detective.

So yes, there is one thing I can do without it’s spending my whole life with a bad disease from school. 39 years is starting to become a long, long time. I was free once but got back in jail quickly: the police were hesitating, and they became intelligent, realistic and appeared in front of my door.

Pardon My French: I’m Just Out Of The Shower.

The reason I lack conviction today is simple. Boys don’t cry, and I’m spending my time with a brain in a constant state of thunder. Clouds became black, so I could shine, but the plan backfired. And now I’m stuck in writer’s block.

If I want my love and my blog to grow, I have to make an effort and let the tears fall. Maybe it’s also the problem of Paris, France: fluctuat nec mergitur. If Paris could forget their famous philosophers and let the tears fall a little, then the city could become the city of lights again. It could be the light we need to see clearly in that dark room.

While Paris is still hesitating, I decided to investigate the light from Orient and Lebanon. It’s an amazing light, and you can experience it 300 days a year. Maybe that’s the problem of Paris: the light is awesome, but since mostly it’s cloudy, you can only see the light a few days a year.

Was Patience The Only Important Thing During Childhood?

But who do you think you are? Who are you trying to jive with that lifetime value? Parents want something from their children. A return on investment.

Maybe it’s time we ask our parents and anyone asking something from us that we monitor carefully what anyone brings to the table. With that blog, I’m sharing 10,000 excellent songs in a variety of genres. This deserves a cheese and a secret.

I’m able to spend time in the city, but I would like to spend more time in nature. I love socializing and sociology. It seems deviant people could become the norm. What a beautiful way to solve society’s problems!

I know what you think. We could get over the bad disease with a simple trick from childhood:

  • Oil of Aphrodite meaning there’s no crisis,
  • Dust of the Grand Wazoo meaning children have the answer.
[Verse 1]
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city

[Verse 2]
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Da da da, da da da da
Da da da da la la la
Da da da da
Da da da la la (Hey)

[Verse 3]
His sister's black but she is sho 'nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city (Mmm)

[Verse 4]
Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many
His patience's long but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
'Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Da da da, da da da da
Da da da da la la la
Da da da da
Da da da la la (Ow)

[Post-Chorus]
(Living just enough for the city)
Living for the city, yeah
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Ain't nothing but a city, eee
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Living for the city, yeah yeah
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Nothing but a city, eee
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Live for the city, yeah yeah
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
The funky, crowded city
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Ah, live for the city
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Ain't nothing but a city, woo
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Everybody clap their hands together now, woo
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
Hmm, for the city yeah
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
For the city, yeah yeah
(Oh, living just enough for the city)
For the city, yeah
(Oh, living just enough for the city)

[Chorus]
Da da da, da da da da
Da da da da la la la
Da da da da
Da da da la la

[Spoken Interlude]
Bus for New York City!
Hey, bus driver! I'm getting on there, hold it. 
Thanks a lot. 
Wow, New York, just like I pictured it. 
Skyscrapers and everything. 
Hey, hey brother, hey come here slick. (Huh?)
Hey you look, you look hip man. 
Hey, you wanna make yourself five bucks man? (Yeah)
You look hip, run this across the street for me right quick. 
Okay, run this across the street for me. 
What? Huh? I didn't know! What?
Gimme your hands up you punk!
I'm just going across the street. 
Put that leg up, shut your mouth. 
Hell no, what did I do?
Okay, turn around, turn around. 
Put your hands behind your back, let's go, let's go. 
A jury of your peers having found you guilty, ten years. 
What?
Come on, come on, get in that cell nigger. 
God, Lord. 

[Verse 5]
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city

[Verse 6]
I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel, nowhere could be much colder
If we don't change, the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city

[Chorus]
Da da da, da da da da
Da da da da la la la
Da da da da
Da da da la la
Da da da, da da da da
Da da da da la la la
Da da da da
Da da da la la
Da da da, da da da da
Da da da da la la la
Da da da da

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Oh lo lo
Lo lo, lo lo
Lo lo, lo lo
Lo lo
(1943 words)
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Nicolas Sursock is a seasoned web developer, accomplished musician, and dedicated blogger, currently channeling his expertise into the meticulous curation and analysis of over 15,000 songs spanning jazz, blues, soul, rock, funk, and electronic genres. A skilled guitarist, Nicolas seamlessly blends his technical acumen with artistic expression, leaving an indelible mark on the digital and musical landscapes.

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