More than this, you know there’s nothing

More than This, Roxy Music in 1982

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they’re blowing?

As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?

More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we’re going?

No care in the world
Maybe I’m learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?

More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, now there is nothing

More than this, nothing
More than this
More than this, nothing

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There was I – many times a fool

Dance Away, Roxy Music

Dance away the heartache, dance away the fears

Authority and control has historically opposed compassion and freedom.

To attack despair in the most vulnerable peoples demands great courage. To call others to life: to live a still-difficult life, to not allow your heart to harden,  is a message of compassion, kindness and solidarity worthy of any world leader.

Governor General Jean joins dancers in D-Day town, Nunavut stone caps Inukshuk set in Normandy

Canada’s Governor General Michaëlle Jean dances with Lorne Duquette, from Mistawasis First Nation in Saskatchewan, during her visit yesterday at the Juno Beach Centre in Courseulles-sur-Mer, France. (CP/Andrew Vaughan)

Governor General of Canada in Ghana

Michaelle Jean rests her hand on the bars of the ‘Door of No Return,’ the final point in the Elmina Castle where African slaves were fitted through a small opening and boarded on ships

Michaelle Jean, center, takes part in an African dance outside Elmina Castle in Elmina, Ghana, Wednesday, Nov. 29, 2006

Governor General Michaëlle Jean dances in her childhood town of Jacmel during a visit to Haiti in 2006.
FRED CHARTRAND/THE CANADIAN PRESS FILE PHOTO

Maybe not everyone may be able to create this transcendence. But if a Haitian refugee and a farmer’s son can do it, maybe there’s hope for us all.

Dance Away, Roxy Music in 1979

Yesterday – well it seemed so cool
When I walked you home, kissed goodnight
I said “it’s love” you said “alright”
It’s funny how I could never cry
Until tonight and you pass by
Hand in hand with another guy
You’re dressed to kill and guess who’s dying?

Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away

Loneliness is a crowded room
Full of open hearts, turned to stone
All together all alone
All at once my whole world had changed
Now I’m in the dark, off the wall
Let the strobe light up them all
I close my eyes and dance till dawn

Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away, dance away, dance away

Now I know I must walk the line
Until I find an open door
Off the street onto the floor
There was I – many times a fool
I hope and pray, but not too much
Out of reach is out of touch
All the way is far enough

Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away the heartache, dance away the tears
Dance away the heartache

Franchising is the drug and I need to score

To think a thought means something had to happen in your brain. Something jumped over a void; a synaptic cleft.

The management of franchisees is largely producing a type of mental “drug” which keeps franchisees helpless. You’re a junkie and your dealer is your franchisor or your attorney.

There are remedies to this type of disorder.

Love is the Drug, Roxy Music