At The Movies

I live my life alongside people at the movies, they live in the cinema, they breathe the storyline through their nostrils, they kiss the actors on the screen and pray that one day; that sort of scenario will happen to them, they strive each day to find their prince charming in a fuck. Romance is dead, it died a long time ago, today it's more like getting breakfast after a one night stand, that's the romance they live for... They hope that last nights shag might be the one they spend the rest of their lives with. Like looking at life through a lens.
What the fuck are you looking for! Ask yourself that! I bet you don't even know... It's more like a cloud that you keep falling through.

I have no illusions anymore, I don't try to fit my life into a movie script. You end up fucking the bastards and dreaming of the angel you seem to have overlooked; and for what? Some queer ideal that prince charming has bulging muscles, perfect smile, and a huge cock.

Get over it, it only happens on the silver screen, the sooner you realise that, the happier you will be.

KG

'Grey'

the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey

and i feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way

i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream

but as bad as i am
i'm proud of the fact
that i'm worse than i seem

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me

and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea

and what can i say
but i'm wired this way
and you're wired to me

and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

regretfully
i guess i've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that's grey

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want
and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

- Ani DiFranco