Long Way To Go

We've got a long way to go.
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come.
We've got a long way to go;
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer.

His/Her skin wasn't the same color as mine but he/she was fine, he/she was fine.
If all men are made equal then he/she was fine, he/she was fine.
Up until the time we went out on a date, I was fine, I was fine.
Now I'm getting dirty looks I wonder what they'd say if we were blind, we were blind people.

We've got a long way to go.
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come.
We've got a long way to go;
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer.

Beauty is beauty, whether it's black or white,
Yellow or green baby, you know what I mean.
What if Picasso only used one color?
There shouldn't be a rule how to choose your lover.
Lovers in love is such a wonderful thing,
Maybe in time we'll get together and sing.
I really hope so, there's nothing wrong with this picture.
We got a long way to go, we gotta get there quicker.

What color is love?

All men are created equal.
Children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged,
By the colour of their skin, but by the content of their character.
This will be the day when all of God's children, will be able to sing with a new meaning.

Love is Hard

I see lovers in the streets walking, without a care.
They're wearing it out loud, like there's something in the air,
And I don't care.

They're treading lightly, no they don't sink in.
There's no tracks to follow, they don't care where they going.
And if they're lucky and they'll, they'll get to see,
And if they're really, really lucky, they'll get to feel.

And it kicks so hard, it breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep, it hits your soul.
Tears your skin and makes your blood flow.
It's better that you know that love is hard.

Love takes hostages, gives them pain.
Gives someone the power to hurt you again and again,
But they don't care.

And if they're lucky and they'll, they'll get to see.
And if they're really, really lucky they'll, they'll get to feel.
And if they're, they're truly blessed, and they get to believe.
And if you're damned, you'll never let yourself be diseased.

And it kicks so hard, it breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep, it hits your soul.
Tears your skin and makes your blood flow.
It's better that we know that love is hard.

If it was easy, it wouldn't mean nothing though.

Almost Lover

Your fingertips across my skin,
The palm trees swaying in the wind;
Images.
You sang me Spanish lullabies,
The sweetest sadness in your eyes;
Clever trick.

I never want to see you unhappy,
I thought you'd want the same for me.

Goodbye my almost lover,
Goodbye my hopeless dream.
I'm trying not to think about you,
Can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance,
My back is turned on you.
Should've known you'd bring me heartache,
Almost lovers always do.

We walked along a crowded street,
You took my hand and danced with me;
Images.
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget,
These images.

I cannot go to the ocean.
I cannot drive the streets at night.
I cannot wake up in the morning,
Without you on my mind.
So you're gone and I'm haunted,
And I bet you were just fine.
Did I make it that easy to walk right in out of my life?

Limbo

The words that /we/ were never meant to say,
OR
Unable to say,
Buried deep inside,
Pushed down until /we/
Couldn't hear them anymore.

The first time in months /we/
Felt anything more than ... what?
But the secret is still
Screaming to come forth,
Words s p i l l i n g
From numb lips.
Crash through my door.

Stuck in nothing more than limbo,
HE said//SHE said
Nonesense of the tongue.

When have we ever known
Anything other than this?

Coldest Winter

On lonely nights I start to fade,
Your love's a thousand miles away.
Memories made in the coldest winter.
Goodbye my friend,
Will I ever love again?

It's 4 am, and I can't sleep,
Your love is all that I can see.
Memories made in the coldest winter.
Goodbye my friend,
Will I ever love again?

Memories made in the coldest winter.

If Spring can take the snow away,
Can I melt away all our mistakes?
Memories made in the coldest winter.
Goodbye my friend,
I won't even love again.

Never again.

Rihanna

Dear Rihanna,

As a very large fan of the fierce and fabulous-ness that is you, I must say, I am quite disapointed in your "new"est CD.

Good Girl Gone Bad - The Remixes, was recently released. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not one to argue with remix CDs - I'm sure they can be a pretty good cash grab. For example, I am quite the fan of Kylie Minogue's newest remix CD, entitled Boombox. I mean, even the name is good.

But I digress. Not that your new CD is not good. But, it was advertised as being, "All new, never before heard remixes! New!! NEW!!!! Not even the producers heard this shit, you're gonna love it, it's so awesome, buy it, BUY IT NOWWWW!!!!"

And yet, when I began to listen, it was not new material. No, in fact, other than possibly two, maybe three songs, it was all shit I'd heard before! As I recall, I went to download your CD, and, through the abyss that is the Bit Torrent website I used to us, I donwloaded some remix CD.

I press play - Wait, this isn't the Rihanna CD... this is some remix shit. Hey, it's pretty good... I then proceeded to play that CD to death. Yes, it was good.

But now, you are advertising this "new" CD as having "new" material. I beg to differ, Rihanna, if that IS your real name.

Oh well. I least I only downloaded it yet again. Torrents, how I love thee.

Sincerely yours,
Lindsay

PS: Love the hair. Could you give me your stylist's number? Thanks babe.

Little Black Sandals

I'm being dragged down, down by the hand,
The hand of a golden giant man.
He's crushing my knuckles, splitting my skin,
He says he'll let go if only I'd ask it of him.
He says Girl, it's your call,
You wanna fly, you wanna fall?
So I shout, I wanna get away from you as fast as I can,
I tell my feet to move it, I hope they have a plan.

These little black sandals are walking me away,
These little black sandals are heading the right way.
These little black sandals are walking me away,
These little black sandals saved my life today.

So now I'm free, free, from the big bad giant who was stalking me.
Thank you feet, for guiding me,
I'm glad somehow I got brains down there, at least.

Sometimes I'm tempted, sometimes I am,
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss that giant man.
He was the line between pleasure and pain,
But me and the feet have some years to reclaim.

These little black sandals are walking me away,
These little black sandals are heading the right way.
These little black sandals are walking me away,
These little black sandals saved my life today.

Killer Queen

She keeps Moet et Chandon in her pretty cabinet.
'Let them eat cake' she says just like Marie Antoinette.
A built-in remedy for Kruschev and Kennedy,
At anytime an invitation you can't decline.
Caviar and cigarettes,
Well versed in etiquette,
Extraordinarily nice.

She's a Killer Queen -
Gunpowder, gelatine,
Dynamite with a laser beam,
Guaranteed to blow your mind,
Anytime.

Recommended at the price,
Insatiable an appetite,
Wanna try?

To avoid complications she never kept the same address,
In conversation she spoke just like a baroness.
Met a man from China, went down to Geisha Minah,
Then again incidentally, if you're that way inclined.

Perfume came naturally from Paris,
For cars she couldn't care less,
Fastidious and precise.

She's a Killer Queen -
Gunpowder, gelatine,
Dynamite with a laser beam,
Guaranteed to blow your mind,
Anytime.

Drop of a hat she's as willing as,
Playful as a pussy cat,
Then momentarily out of action,
Temporarily out of gas.
To absolutely drive you wild, wild,
She's all out to get you.

She's a Killer Queen -
Gunpowder, gelatine,
Dynamite with a laser beam,
Guaranteed to blow your mind,
Anytime.

Return of the Ex

Why do ex-boyfriends insist on contacting their ex-girlfriends?

I don't think I can name one self-respecting female I know who would voluntarily contact any of her ex-boyfriends just to, "Say hi!" No, we have much more dignity, and have learned to leave the past, in the past, where it fucking belongs!

Quite a few of my ex-boyfriends have attempted to stay in contact with me after we broke up. To cut them some slack, I do understand the mentality; you spend a lot of time with someone, are very close, and then are expected to cut off all contact?

But at the same time, I say, Yes, you are expected to cut off all contact! We didn't work out. You need to not exist.

I think part of the reason why females cannot stay in contact with their exes is because we are unable to detach ourselves from the situation, whereas men can. It's the same with how women cannot seperate love and sex, whereas men can, and therefore some become nothing more than revolving doors of females in their bed. This isn't a bad thing; it's the truth.

So as I ponder how to send my exes the message that I want them all out of my life, I also stress the fact that I am not a bitch for wanting this. Because after all, as Samantha says, Women are for friends, men are for fucking.

Types of Friends

THE ATTRACTIVE “BUT HE’S LIKE A BROTHER” FRIEND
Every girl who meets him wants to know if he’s single. Girls laugh flirtatiously when he tells a joke. Why aren’t you dating him? “He’s like a brother!”

THE BAR FRIEND
You only see her when there are drinks involved. Conversation is little, due to the loud thumping music deafening you. She is usually single and spends the better part of the night staring at guys and flirting. She may have made out with you, partly for fun, partly to get attention.

THE BEST FRIEND
The most coveted friend position. You can tell this girl anything. If you murdered someone, she’d bring over a rug to roll the body up in, and drive you to the nearest river to dump it. She matches you shot-for-shot on your birthday, and you both spend the next day praying to the porcelain gods. She’s the one who will tell you what jeans make your ass look fierce, and which give you muffin-top. The first person you call with good news. The person who holds your hand and threatens to break his balls off, when he breaks your heart.

THE BORROWER
She’s always borrowing your shit. And when you get it back (if you ever do), it’s scratched, ripped, or has some questionable foreign matter on it. Or if she’s your roommate or sibling, she’ll borrow without asking (essentially stealing), and when you go to wear your favourite lamb’s wool sweater, it’s been shrunk to the proportions of a Cabbage Patch doll.

CHATTY KATHY
You dread seeing her number on the call display because this girl can drone about her favourite subject – herself – for hours. You may have to feign another call/having homework to do/going into a tunnel to get her off the phone.

THE COMFORTABLE FRIEND
You two could sit and watch movies for hours. You could go for a drive in complete silence. But you don’t care, because you’re so comfortable together.

THE DITCHER
Your single, attractive friend who ditches you at the bar to suck face with a random.

THE EX-BOYFRIEND FRIEND
It didn’t work out as a couple, but this guy stuck it out as a friend. May only be accomplished if you only dated for a short period of time, or if some time has elapsed between your breakup and the friendship.

THE FACEBOOK FRIEND
She adds you on Facebook because you went to school/Girl Guides/Fat Camp/Alcoholics Anonymous together. You probably couldn’t even guess the number of siblings she has, but you add her anyways because you don’t want to feel mean.

THE FLAKER
Every time you make plans with her, something comes up at the last minute and she bails. Consequent plans have the same result. Why bother?

THE FLIRT
She flirts shamelessly with your boyfriend/brother/father. When you confront her about it, she claims, “I’m just being nice!” But everyone else knows better.

THE FRENEMY
Every catty act is so inconspicuous; you may think you’re just being paranoid. Three hours later, you realize her comment held a backhanded bitch-slap. How did she do that?!

FRIEND-BY-PROXY
You’re neighbours; you’re parents are friends; you get stuck together on a project. If you had to pick a friend out of a line-up, you probably wouldn’t pick her, but you’re stuck with her by proxy.

THE GAY FRIEND
He is the Stanford to your Carrie; the Will to your Grace (or Jack to your Karen if you prefer). He gives you the light-hearted approach to life that a girl needs sometimes. And acts as your bitchy fashion police.

THE GIRLFRIEND WITH A BOYFRIEND
She finally finds the “perfect guy,” and falls off the face of the earth. When you try to regain contact with her, she dominates the conversation with stories about the flowers he got her for no reason, or the cute story about the time they went out for hamburgers and he put straws in his teeth like a walrus: “You just had to be there, it was SO funny.”
Warning: She may only reappear when she and Mr. Right break up.

KAREN
“Every group has someone named Karen. And she is always a bag of douche.”
- Dane Cook

THE KID WITH THE KICK-ASS TOYS
When you were little, one person always had the best toys. And you would’ve eaten broccoli for a months to lay yours hands on that Barbie dream-house with the swimming pool, real working fireplace and Barbie’s walk-in closet.

THE LISTENER
She will listen to you bitch and cry your heart out, while nodding her head and making sympathetic noises. She deserves a cocktail on your dime.

THE MOOCHER
You get stuck paying for dinner, the movies, and then, somehow, her gas on the way home. Be careful, or she’ll suck you dry. And probably not in the good way.

THE OUT-OF-TOWNER
He lives out of town for school. You may only see him during the holidays or when it’s yours or his birthday. But when you do see him, man it’s just like old times.

OVERSEAS GIRL
She’s fabulous. ‘Nuff said.

THE PERPETUAL HANG-OUTER
This friend only appears at the most inopportune and awkward occasions, such as you are running late to your yearly gynecological appointment. She will stop you or her high-pitched squeals will. “AwhmiGAWD, I haven’t seen you in SO loooong!” If you can get a word in edgewise around the tales of her “FAWH-bu-less” life, she’ll nod with a big smile. She departs with the promise, “We HAVE to hang out soon! Call me!!” which is accompanied by a fake-phone-to-ear motion. Now you won’t see her for three months, minimum.

SAD SALLY
Nothing is ever good enough for Sally. “I’m not pretty enough,” “I’m too fat,” “No one will ever love me!” You can’t go shopping with her because she complains everything looks better on you. You can’t go out to eat with her because she’ll order a piece of lettuce and pout because she’s on a diet, and then she’ll eat all of your fries.

SECRET ADMIRER
He’s been holding a candle for you for quite some time. But it’s not so secret. You just avoid talking about it because it’s so awkward. And you get teased mercilessly about it when he’s not present.

THE SCHOOL FRIEND
You make friends with someone in your class. You two discuss assignments, study for the exam together, and then get a drink afterward to celebrate. And you never see her again after the exam.

SHOPPING FRIEND
You only see her within the confines of a store or shopping mall. But she has such a keen eye for sales and cool fashions that you keep her on speed-dial.

THE SIBLING
You may have hated each other when you were younger. But now you couldn’t be closer. And she may know you better than you know yourself.

THE TEXTER
She only corresponds by way of text message. Her thumbs are constantly poised over her phone, ready to fire off another witty remark. Her repartee even continues when you see her in person, and she ignores you in favour of her phone. Her eyes may go beady from constantly staring at her screen.

Are You Happy Now?

Don't just walk away, pretending everything's okay,
And you don't care about me.
And I know it's just no use when all your lies become your truths,
And I don't care.

Could you look me in the eye,
And tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it my face,
Or have I been erased?
Are you happy now?

You took all there was to take, and left me with an empty plate,
And you don't care about it.
And I am giving up this game, and leaving with all the blame,
'Cause I don't care.

Do you really have everything you want?
You can't ever give something you ain't got,
You can't run away from yourself.

Would you look me in the eye?
I've had all that I can take,
I'm not about to break,
'Cause I'm happy now.
Are you happy now?

With Every Heartbeat

I got a message on Facebook from an ex-boyfriend of mine.

We dated when I lived in Ottawa. We started dating when I was in grade 10, and he was in grade 11. (To be fair, this is not to send the message that I was an awesome player, dating older guys. I went to an arts high school. The ratio of females-to-males was 7-1. That is, for every seven girls, there was one guy. And many of them were gay, so it was more like 9-1. Sad odds.)

When I moved to London, halfway through grade 11, we obviously broke up. At first, I didn't want to, but then I realized something; I hated him.

He was rude, inconsiderate, immature and one of the most selfish people I've ever met (it didn't help that he was an only child). He wasn't that good looking either...

The message:
Hi! Call me weak but once and a while [awhile] I think about you and no matter how bad of a parting we had I think its [it's] nice to say hi ONCE every few years or so haha. I just think its [it's] kind of weird to be close to someone for a pretty long time and then just NEVER talk to them again. I think I did email you a few months ago and never got anything back. [never got said email] It doesn't really matter to me if you don't send anything back. But I'm a good man [or so you/your parents would like to believe], and it REALLY wouldn't hurt you just to say hi once and a while! [sounds like it DOES matter...] Either way as far as I can remember the ORIGINAL reason we broke up was because you moved to London. [um, no. It was in fact NOT.] I didn't like drive through your parents living room window or something haha. [okay, no, I'll give you that, but you did some other shitty stuff]

The next part is all about him, how he's in fourth year at Concordia, and got even fatter and uglier than before (alright, that last part is a lie).

And the end:
So... anyways I really don't know what you think about me [I still think you're a loser] but like I say [said] I don't really have anything against you and I just thought it wouldn't hurt just to say hi. Let me know how you're doing if you choose! Take care of yourself!

I sent the message to my friend. He pointed out all of the emphasis he placed on certain things, basically making me out to be the bad guy.

Why do ex-boyfriends have to come back into your life? Why can't they all be sent onto a deserted island, where they have to rot and think about all the shitty things they did to you, and then feel reallyreally bad?

I think I'm going to take my sweet time in responding, and make him sweat...

The Love

Now it's time to show who I want to be,
You tried to take the best of me.
You had me down, watched me down on my knees,
But you know I can prove,
So right now, what's next, what is there to do?

Feel the love,
Feel the love that's lost,
And lay the blame on you.
I better find another love that is really true.

Feel the love,
Feel the love that's lost,
And lay the blame on you.
I guess it's time to find a love that is really true.

Amen

In the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day, when black will not be asked to get back; when brown can stick around; when yellow will be mellow; when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right.

Let all those who do justice and love mercy, say Amen.

~ Dr. Joseph Lowery

If You Should Go

Tried to swim to shore,
To move past the rising waves,
Threatening,
Ripping me apart.
But as I move,
Getting closer to nothing -
Each time pushing me
Farther,
Farther back.

There is no shore in sight,
Just miles and miles
Of waxy gray,
My mind in search of ground
To rest my feet upon.

No centre,
No home.
Fragments of perfection,
Under my throughts and dreams.

Decode

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
I think I know.

The truth is hiding in your eyes,
And it's hanging on your tongue,
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see,
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)

Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools of ourselves.

There is something I see in you,
It might kill me,
I want it to be true.

Be Mine

It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain,
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain.
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again,
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk,
As I'm watching you walk away.

It's a cruel thing you never know all the ways I tried,
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside.
And now you're gone, it's like an echo in my head,
And I remember every word you said.
But you never were, and you never will be mine,
No, you never were, and you never will be mine.

For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes,
And the cold wind's hitting my face and you're gone,
And you're walking away.
And I am helpless, sometimes wishing's just no good,
Cause you don't see me like I wish you would.
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine,
No, you never were, and you never will be mine .

There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet,
But you always keep passing me by,
But you never were, and you never will be mine.

Never Again

I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green,
I hope when you're in bed with her, you think of me.
I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well.
Could you tell by the flames that burned away?

If she really knows the truth, she deserves you,
A trophy wife, oh how cute; Ignorance is bliss.
But when your day comes and he's through with you,
And he'll be through with you - you'll die together but alone.

Never again will I hear you,
Never again will I miss you,
Never again will I fall to you,
Never.
Never again will I kiss you,
Never again will I want to,
Never again will I love you,
Never.

Santa Monica

He fills my bed with gasoline,
You think I would've noticed.
I think someone's trying to show us a sign,
That even if we thought it would last,
The moment would pass,
My bones will break and my heart would give.

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica,
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything.

I wanted more than this,
I needed more than this,
I deserve more than this,
But it just won't stop,
It just won't go away...