Girl, It’s important that you know How you shine, How you sparkle and you glow. In my mind, I see you everywhere. You fly above me. You’re dancing in the air. Your voice, It echoes through my head Like an angel, And I’m so easily lead. I don’t believe in karma. I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe in miracles, But I’ll get what I can take. I don’t believe in hate. I tell you this is true. I don’t believe in love girl, But I believe in you. Eyes wide. I know that you are near. I don’t blink ‘Cuz then you’ll disappear. It’s not too late. This isn’t so bizarre. Just come close, I’ll hold you in my arms. Come and see That you belong with* me, And this dimension Is not an impossibility. They say that love is blind. Well, I suppose that is true. But even if I was a blind man, I’d still be in love with you. I don’t believe in riches, And fame ain’t nothing new. I don’t believe in love girl, But I believe in you.

With your look In your eyes A thousand scenes A thousand lines Another glance Apologize Words are glass And then you realize... Flickering Paper flames Return to dust Recall the names Uncertain Still the same Nobody speaks And no one takes the blame... And even when you sleep And even when you dream And even when you hope Your holding back a scream And even when you hurt And even when you cry I hide From that look inside your eyes

These four walls are closing in. Inch by inch, day by day, Just like I asked. Take a look, there’s nothing more. Turn away and close the door. Sign the check, ignore the past, Close your eyes, and make it last.

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it!! Is that clear?! You think you’ve merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU WILL ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state -- Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality -- one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel. But why me? Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday. I have seen the face of God. You just might be right, Mr. Beale. “NETWORK” (1976)

And the sky was grey And the rain was falling A massive impracticality Twisting in time Sharply sailing across Wandering story lines You appear in a swirl A precious paradox Perilous pressure My finger on a pulse Pulse beating and beating Pieces of your subtlety Are not lost on me Yeah you just stand there Don’t move Don’t look Don’t even open your eyes Don’t speak Don’t move your lips at all If I hear you If I see you move If I look into your eyes I just might love you And you don’t want that So I walk away So I run away So I fly away Just let it go Let her go Let go