Mention of putting a price on one’s head shows up on Elvis Costello’s channel.

Well, we know that a price has been put on my head. It’s difficult to not know such a thing. So many creepy Satanists come around knocking with their “offers” and pity ploys . . .

Elvis Costello And Anne Sofie Von Otter - For The Stars

The stars were so much brighter then
They dim and die
So why pretend the sky goes on forever

But if they fade as science teaches
Poets lose the power of speech
Waste paper, ink and feather

If I'd taken up the trumpet as I should have done
Then I wouldn't be always losing sleep
While I'm trying to make this rhyme

For the stars were so much
They were so much brighter then
If I couldn't put a price on your head
What's the use of me trying for the stars?

The morning comes, the days are just
The time between until the dusk
When we can be together

If I'd taken up the drums and I could play in time
If I had the power, would I be wondering how
I'm ever going to write this down

For the stars were so much
They were so much brighter then
If I couldn't put a price on your head
Then what's the use of me trying for the stars?

Do the rest of us ever get the freedom to live or is it all just everything always constantly their way - or else?

They can do all these infernal things to us but they can’t behave like this without putting a massive spotlight on their rampant criminality.

Can you imagine what it’s like to be the target of a super wealthy media/government/banking owning sorcerer family who has put a global invisibility spell on you?

Elvis Costello - After The Fall

After The Fall Lyrics

In an anonymous rendezvous
Where the forbidden lovers repair
They're burning down another damn candle
They're melting the tables and chairs

Beneath them applause from the balcony
Whenever they accomplished making love
Other times they thought they heard laughter
Coming from the balcony above

(chorus):
She lies to his right and she carelessly recites
All of her brand new appetites
She seems brittle and small, it don't sound like her at all
Since she came back to him after the fall

She said "You never visit the countryside
So I've made you a country to order"
She put up a little tent in the bedroom
Crickets played on a tape-recorder
The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars
She noticed his skin turning cold
Burning all his clothes on the bonfire
"Relax" she whispered and tightened the blindfold

(chorus)

You've changed but not for the better babe
I'd tell you why but what's the use
'Cos it's the same kind of pity
A drunkard gives as his excuse
You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin
Now your eyes are deserted and quiet
We both look like those poor shattered mannequins
Thrown through the window in the riot

She lies in his arms and without any qualms
Revels in shallow delights
She seems brittle and small, it don't sound like her at all
Since she came back to him after the fall

Our predicament.

I Do (Zula’s Song) lyrics

There's a tree at the crossroads
There's a nail in my shoe
Repeat to me softly
As you vow that we'll see it through
Let's go to the other side
And take in the view
Our eyes will see better there
Watching the river flow
You may say, "I don't know", but "I do"

Every night will be starless
Every day will be fine
Each hour will be peaceful
As the reeds make the river slow
The earth will be broken
And will lie there below
I am yours
You are mine
To long for longer is a crime
You may say, "I don't lie", but "I do"

Why are the financial scammers who run almost everything doing this to us?

It’s just been the same thing over and over for years.

Yet another portrait of the Antichrist, our persecutor? Can you say his name? Not unless he’s writing one of those “charity” checks. Am I proving that the structures are set up to mask this guy?