Caught In A Landslide, No Escape

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This IS real life!

The internet has opened up a lot of business opportunities, but we do have to beware.

There are a number of so called “marketers” out there who’s prime goal is to separate unsuspecting buyers from their money, giving little in return.

Constant upsells, and subscriptions that often offer little value in return.

Poorly written and produced content, and buggy software, are things that have irritated me over the years, and it is worse when you find it hard, or impossible, to get a refund.

Or when you return to the site a few months later to find that the domain is no longer even registered!

It also amazes me when I receive emails from these “marketers” promoting the latest hot product, and then a short time later see them promoting a competing product as the “latest and greatest” in that market!

Two things to escape this realityCoffee With Allan Cockerill anyone?

Number one of course is to stop buying “stuff”. If you are in business, paying out money for the latest product isn’t going to make money for you unless you can in turn use it to make money for you! You’re just chasing shiny baubles!

It’s called shiny object syndrome.

Number two is to only buy products that work, from businesses that have a good reputation. Checking vendor reputation is relatively easy!

Just ask Mr Google about them!

It’s easy to do a search about people selling products – if they have a poor record, their history will be online for all to see!

And warn others as well.

About Bohemian Rhapsody

“Bohemian Rhapsody” is a song by the British rock band Queen.

It was written by Freddie Mercury for the band’s 1975 studio album A Night at the Opera.

It is a six-minute suite, consisting of several sections without a chorus: an intro, a ballad segment, an operatic passage, a hard rock part and a reflective coda.

The song is a more accessible take on the 1970s progressive rock genre.

It was the most expensive single ever made at the time of its release.

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Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics

Bohemian Rhapsody:

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Mama oooh… Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama oooh (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening thing
Galileo (Galileo)
Galileo (Galileo)
Galileo figaro (Magnifico)
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows.

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