In a moment of crystalline perception a commuter sees his life for what it is. Sees himself as just another programmable, replaceable consumer unit leading a passive existence. Like living a movie; a world of facade, make-believe and inconsequence.
Style/Mood: shuffle rock. Breezily detached backing with emasculated vocals. Listen for the end of reel click .. click... click
Lyrics
Reel Life
Weekday morning traffic crawling
In my mirror I watch it all
She eats breakfast brushes her teeth
Puts on makeup she's completed
Extras in a B grade movie
Waiting in our little cars
Staring out at time in motion
She's a B grade superstar
Chorus
If this is real life
Then why can't I feel life
It feels like there's something
Been stealing it away
Someone stop this reel life
And give me back my real life
For if I had a real life
I wouldn't feel this way today
Guitar heroes at ground zero
With 20 000 screaming fans
Benches dripping with emotion
Sony bought and Sony canned it
Turn me on you Sunday movie
Syndicated sex and ads
I want that car I want that woman
I want everything so bad
Chorus
I keep singing silly jingles
Dreamed up by some uptown whore
Clothes I'm wearing by the million
Hang in every downtown store
Statistically I'm right on average
Looks opinions feelings vice
I'm the man inside the moonbeam
Shining with reflected light
Little baby wants to play now
Wants to be in everything
Want your daddy want your mama
Make the sun shine through your fingers
Put that baby in its bedroom
Parents haven't got a lot
Baby take out your camcorder
Learn to sit there learn to watch
Chorus
