In the Lens - Gaba Kulka

There’s a fair tall man in a black parked car

with a blood-red heart in the shape of a cigar

I enter in the east, I leave in the west

With his hands on my shoulders — he says:

They’re giving, taking, taking again and mistaking

one for the other, they can’t get anywhere that way

Whereas our love is the kind of love that scars, so they can’t do better if they try

Won’t you calm down, child

I consulted God about our feelings

He says he will grant three wishes if we let him go They couldn’t play us anymore

They couldn’t shoot and write the score

If they would like obedience

chop our celluloid middle fingers

They couldn’t script this anymore

They couldn’t budget out this

whole humongous, paranoid, scardelicious thing called love

This thing called love

Well, the Hollywood execs lead you to the stairs

they shoot through your knees and expect you to climb first

And all the breadcrumbs you followed have fallen through the cracks

between chorus-girl Jills and the walk-on Jacks

They know, they gotta pay their dues to go But, oh, they’re slow, with no concept of a kitchen door

and only fools keep

Giving, giving, having nothing to believe in they’ll just get used and thrown away with nothing left to say

Whereas our love is the kind of love that scars, so they can’t do better if they try

Won’t you hold on, child

I consulted God about our contract

There’s an option to prolong it till the Judgement Day

Later -I just cannot say, well

They couldn’t play us anymore

They couldn’t shoot and write the score

If they would like obedience

chop our celluloid middle fingers off

They couldn’t script this anymore

They couldn’t budget out this

whole humongous, paranoid, scardelicious thing called love

This thing called love

Now, won’t you

Look in the lens

Look in the lens, for me, now

Look in the lens, I’m in there

Look in the lens

I will be there

Look in the lens

Wave at the lens

Blow a kiss at the lens

Look straight into

In the lens

I will be there

Look at the lens

Look in the lens