Coldplay - Only Superstition (MP3)

Mental pictures. Last few days, I thought on something like this every time when I’m about to write a disc review because of all these visions and ideas it gives me when I listen to, which gives me desire to write misleading texts because like many people, I believe that I’m living the happiness by my ears. Happiness that I found 2500 times on each disc cover, on each track, and each noise and the fact to say that music is the happiness will drop me in a very bad condition; I would be a blinded man, deafened by the music. That would turn me into a liar without any interest or prejudice, either for me or for others. I say things as I perceive them, as always with this same misconception that others can understand them so I would be very happy to qualify my notes fiction yet never touched hatred nor the affairs of others, And summarize all that I would note that this sentence reasoning for some time now in my head: I must be going insane. Insane because unlike many, I can say without any fear that I have always failed to talk about what I’m I really. Always felt this difficulty determining myself as absolute truth when there are many people who speak of principles, they like to talk about what they are not, what is not? Doesn’t mean necessarily that they are lying when they know that this is false, the answer will be indubitably in the distinction between illusion and the error while their truth safely float on their silence.