[b]Ani DiFranco
If you don’t ask the right question, every answer seems wrong.[/b]
We’ll need a context of course. The right one in particular.
Life is a sleazy stranger, who looks vaguely familiar; flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar.
My guess: not necessarily your life.
Lying in bed, you know, you don’t seem so tall.
Especially in the middle of the night.
I think the music industry, for instance, is such a huge, multibazillion-dollar industry and it’s become very, very savvy. There’s a very short grace period in which actual human rebellion or resistance can thrive before it’s co-opted by these huge companies. And all of youth culture is packaged and sold back to us at this furious rate these days. I think it’s part and parcel to this corporate encroachment on our lives in general.
She means this: youtu.be/SlIiD-_duec
Or she might as well mean that.
Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
A little help with this one.
When I was four years old they tried to test my IQ, they showed me this picture of three oranges and a pear. They asked me which one is different and does not belong; they taught me different was wrong.
I think she missed the point. Or they did.