No time to go there. No need.
Self-explaining. Implicit meaning. A bit of Chomsky would do you well.
This was just a short note, a personal response to a quite awful album.
I don’t have to explain anything.
Btw, a lot of your texts are full of phrases where anybody could comment: „time to go into the meaning of. …“
So this is even more ridiculous. No insult intended. Just an evaluation. Got it?
But why spend time thnking about a ridiculous collection of preaching-to-the-converted-songs instead of having a look at your highly intense schedule of work?
People who know my love for many of his albums will take this as a friendly advice.
You got a deal with sophism? There’s a hair shop in everybody’s neighbourhood!