All the Wrong Places may refer to:
All the Wrong Places: Adrift in the Politics of the Pacific Rim is a 1988 collection of reports and reminiscences of his time as a journalist in Asia by the English poet James Fenton. It was reissued with a new introduction by Granta in 2005.
The reports cover Vietnam during the late phase of the Vietnam War which ended in 1975, Cambodia during the early years of the Khmer Rouge, the Philippines of Imelda Marcos and South Korea before democracy.
The reports provide some context for poems written later such as Cambodia and Dead Soldiers from the collection The Memory of War and the poem Out of the East from the collection Out of Danger (1993).
The book was translated into Spanish as Lugares no recomendables: reportajes políticos sobre el Sudeste Asiático Barcelona: Editorial Anagrama, 1991.
All the Wrong Places is a 2000 American independent film. The film is a romantic comedy directed by Martin Edwards with actress Ali Hillis in the main role.
The plot follows Marissa (Ali Hillis) as she decides to become a filmmaker.
The film was shown at the Brooklyn Film Festival 2000 where the director tied with Wendy Jo Cohen for an award.
Tell me why do you fall?
So far that you cant contain it?
Tell me why cant you see
That your searching all the wrong places
Baby, You don't know
But I will try to explain it
Baby, why cant you see
That your searching all the wrong places
I don't wanna play these games anymore
Tired of watching you walk out the door
Hiding here still, scared to reveal
How we really feel
Baby this is so real
I don't wanna play these games anymore
Tired of watching you walk out the door
Hiding here still, scared to reveal
How we really feel
Baby this is so real
Tell me have you ever noticed when we're all alone
How you get so nervous
Baby why cant you see
That your searching all the wrong places
You say you've been through it all
And you don't know how your gonna change it
Baby why can't you see
That your searching all the wrong places
I don't wanna play these games anymore
Tired of watching you walk out the door
Hiding here still,
Too scared to reveal how we really feel
Baby this is so real
I don't wanna play these games anymore
Tired of watching you walk out the door
Hiding here still,
Too scared to reveal how we really feel
Baby this is so real
Just looking right at the stars
Just look where we are
Just look where we are
Just looking right at the stars
Just look where we are
Just look where we are
[Eppic Rap]
My wall covered by your picture,
Even got your favorite lillys
And purchased two plane tickets
That woulda got us to Italy.
Was attendin' the show,
Your favorite artist the headliner;
Got me searchin' the venue
With the incentive that I find her.
On a date in the cafes of Venice,
Was but a fantasy, dancing, fall in love with menace;
But it felt pretty real to me,
This was a song of a song;
Unless the sun dissipates,
So does the love.
I don't wanna play these games anymore
Tired of watching you walk out the door
Hiding here still,
Too scared to reveal how we really feel