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I hope you had a good Christmas Eve despite the actual situation, and that this wonderful song by HK et les Saltimbanques, covered in France and many other countries during flash mobs, will lift your spirits. I chose this awesome version by our national Ingrid Courage who combines beauty, humour and talent with an XXL-sized heart.
I realise that ugliness rules the World. This World is fabricated by laws which don't exist. Money which doesn't exist either. It's just pieces of paper. It's a Paper World.
Lucie Mandeville, film-maker
The leaders of this Paper World aim at instilling fear, confusion and hatred into the hearts of your families and friends. They who listen to their voices and read their papers.
There is chaos because this World is collapsing like a house of cards, exposing its ugliness. So where do we go from here? Keep doing what you're doing! Nurture your heart with people who make you feel good. Get back to the Real World, based on the laws of nature. Love more than ever.
It appears that we are facing the major challenge of loving those who are rejecting and abusing us. I have the feeling that one day, once this chaos is over, they will understand that we just had figured it out a bit earlier than them.
Last but not least, this World may not exist, but you DO! Your heart is strong, sweet, radiant. You are neither alone nor crazy. There are millions of benevolent hearts.
14 Dec 2021
Merry Christmas everyone!
Ey@elDanser encore
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Oh no no no no no no
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
We are transient birds
Never compliant nor fully well-behaved
We do not pay allegiance
At all times, at sunrise
We come to break through the silence
And on evenings after
The Good King spoke on TV
To announce the sentence
We show our disrespect
But always gracefully
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Oh no no no no no no
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Drive-commute-work-buy
The self-certifications we sign
All prescribed nonsense
Woe to him who thinks
Woe to him who dances
Every authoritarian measure
Every whiff of security
Has our confidence vanishing
They're pushing so hard
To lock down our consciousness
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Oh no no no no no no
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Let us not be daunted
By all them foolish people
Fearmongers galore
Let us keep them at bay
Indecently distressing
For our mental, social,
And environmental health
Our smiles, our wits
Let us not be unresistingly
The agents of their insanity
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Oh no no no no no no
We want to keep on dancing over and over
Watch our thoughts embrace our bodies
Spend our lives on a chord grid
Original text by HK ET LES SALTINBANKS translated from French by EY@EL
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