 |
|
3:44 | 
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
when you tried to kiss me
i only bit your tongue. when you tried to get me together i only came undone. when you tried to tell me the one for me was you, i was in your mattress back in 1982. daria, I won't be soothed. daria, I won't be soothed over like, smoothed over like milk, silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, icing on a cake, or a serene translucent lake. daria, daria, daria, i won't be soothed. i won't be soothed. when you tried to tell me of all the love you had, i was cleaning oil from beaches seeing only what was bad. when you tried to feed me i only shut my mouth. food got on your apron and you told me to get out. daria, I won't be soothed. daria, I won't be soothed over like, smoothed over like milk, silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, icing on a cake, or a serene translucent lake. daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, i won't be soothed. i won't be soothed. |
|||||
|
|
4:00 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
we know of an ancient radiation.
that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station. while frank sinatra sings stormy weather, the flies and spiders get along together, cobwebs fall on an old skipping record. beyond the suns that guard this roof, beyond your flowers of flaming truths, beyond your latest ad campaigns, an old man sits collecting stamps in a room all filled with chinese lamps. he saves what others throw away. he says that he'll be rich some day. we know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station. we know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station. while frank sinatra sings stormy weather, the flies and spiders get along together, cobwebs fall on an old skipping record. |
|||||
|
|
3:21 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word. end is the only part of the word that i heard. call me morbid or absurd. but to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. end is the only part of the word that I heard. call me morbid or absurd. but to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. when I go fishing for the words i am wishing you would say to me, i'm really only praying that the words you'll soon be saying might betray the way you feel about me. but to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. |
|||||
|
|
5:10 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
At first I was afraid
I was petrified I kept thinking I could never live Without you by my side But then I spent so many nights Just thinking how you'd done me wrong I grew strong I learned how to get along And so you're back from outer space I just walked in to find you here Without that look upon your face I should have changed my fucking lock I would have made you leave your key If I'd have known for just one second You'd be back to bother me Oh now go Walk out the door Just turn around now You're not welcome anymore Weren't you the one Who tried to break me with desire? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh not I * I will survive As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give I will survive I will survive It took all the strength I had Just not to fall apart. I'm trying hard to mend The pieces of my broken heart And I spent oh so many nights Just feeling sorry for myself I used to cry. But now I hold my head up high And you'll see me with somebody new I'm not that stupid little person Still in love with yo And so you thought you'd just drop by, And you expect me to be free But now I'm saving all my lovin' For someone who's lovin' me Oh now go Walk out the door Just turn around now You're not welcome anymore Weren't you the one Who tried to break me with desire? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh not I * Repeat |
|||||
|
|
3:44 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
it's coming down.
it's coming down. it's raining outside. you've nowhere to hide. she's asking you why you think it's funny. it's coming down. it's coming down. she's leaving your house. she had to get out. she's mad, and she'll take her mattress with her. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. you lie on the floor. she's slamming your door. she's gone, and she's wearing your red sweater. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. it's coming down. |
|||||
|
|
5:50 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
she doesn't care
whether or not he's an island. she doesn't care, just as long as his ship's coming in. she doesn't care whether or not he's an island. if they laugh, they make money. he's got a gold watch. she's got a silk dress and healthy breasts that bounce on his italian leather sofa. she doesn't care whether or not he's a good man. she doesn't care, just as long as she still has her friends. she doesn't care whether or not he's an island. if they laugh, they make money. he's got a gold watch. she's got a silk dress and healthy breasts that bounce on his italian leather sofa. she's got a serrated edge that she moves back and forth. it's such a simple machine. she doesn't have to use force. when she gets what she wants she puts the rest on a tray in a zip-loc bag. she's got a serrated edge that she moves back and forth. it's such a simple machine. she doesn't have to use force. when she get what she wants she puts the rest on a tray in a zip-loc bag in the freezer. she doesn't care whether or not he's an island. she doesn't care, just as long as his ship's coming in. she doesn't care whether or not he's an island. if they laugh, they make money. he's got a gold watch. she's got a silk dress and healthy breasts that bounce on his italian leather sofa. |
|||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
heads of state who ride and wrangle,
who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budgets like sharpened knives through chicken mcNuggets. now heads of state who ride and wrangle, who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budgets like sharpened knives through chicken mcNuggets. shut the fuck up. shut the fuck up. learn to buck up. shut the fuck up. learn to buck up. now nimble fingers that dance on numbers will eat your children and steal your thunder, while heavy torsos that heave and hurl who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels. now nimble fingers that dance on numbers will eat your children and steal your thunder, while heavy torsos that heave and hurl who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels. shut the fuck up. shut the fuck up. learn to buck up. shut the fuck up. learn to buck up. now simple feet that flicker like fire and burn like candles in smoky spires do more to turn my joy to sadness than somber thoughts of burning planets. now clever feet that flicker like fire and burn like candles in smoky spires do more to turn my joy to sadness than somber thoughts of burning planets. |
|||||
|
|
3:45 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
she's writing, she's writing,
she's writing a novel. she's writing, she's weaving, conceiving a plot. it quickens, it thickens. you can't put it down now. it takes you, it shakes you, it makes you lose your thought. but you're caught in your own glory. you are believing your own stories. writing your own headlines. ignoring your own deadlines. but now you've gotta write them all again. you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? do you? do you? you want her, confront her. just open your window. unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch. you want it, confront it. just open your window. all you really have to do is ask. but you're caught in your own glory. you are believing your own stories. timing your contractions. inventing small contraptions that roll across your polished hardwood floors. you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? do you? do you? you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? do you? do you? do you? |
|||||
|
|
2:23 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know? You only tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. A million times I ask you, And then I ask you over again. You only answer Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. If you can't make your mind up, We'll never get started. And I don't wanna wind up Being parted, broken-hearted. So if you really love me, Say yes. But if you don't, dear, confess. And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. If you can't make your mind up, We'll never get started. And I don't wanna wind up Being parted, broken-hearted. So if you really love me, Say yes. But if you don't, dear, confess. And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps |
|||||
|
|
1:20 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
the land of race car ya-yas.
the land where you can't change lanes. the land where large, fuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear-view mirrors. the land of race car ya-yas. the land where you can't change lanes. the land where large, fuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear-view mirrors. the land of race car ya-yas. ya-yas. the land of race car ya-yas. the land of race car ya-yas. race car ya-yas. |
|||||
|
|
3:15 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
i'm writing a song all about you.
a true song as real as my tears. but you've no need to fear it cause no one will hear it. sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year. i'll tell all about how you cheated. i'd like for the whole world to hear. i'd like to get even with you cause you're leavin'. but sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year. it's a good thing that i'm not a star. you don't know how lucky you are. though my record may say it, no one will play it. sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year. it's a good thing that i'm not a star. you don't know how lucky you are. though my record may say it, no one will play it. sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year. |
|||||
|
|
2:24 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
last night i said to her
i didn't want to live inside a lie. if she wants him more than she wants me, let this be. she'll come back to me. she'll come back to me. she'll come back. all day i wait and wait to hear her footsteps on my walkway. she never came. she never even called. she'll come back to me. she'll come back to me. she'll come back. somehow i know it won't last. somehow i know it won't last too long. she'll come back to me. she'll come back to me. she'll come back to me. she'll come back to me. |
|||||
|
|
2:08 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
stickshifts and safetybelts,
bucket seats have all got to go. when we're driving in the car, it makes my baby seem so far. i need you here with me, not way over in a bucket seat. i need you to be here with me, not way over in a bucket seat. but when we're driving in my malibu, it's easy to get right next to you. i say, "baby, scoot over, please." and then she's right there next to me. i need you here with me, not way over in a bucket seat. i need you to be here with me, not way over in a bucket seat. well a lot of good cars are japanese. but when we're driving far, i need my baby, i need my baby next to me. well, stickshifts and safetybelts, bucket seats have all got to go. when we're driving in the car, it makes my baby seem so far. i need you here with me, not way over in a bucket seat. i need you to be here with me, not way over in a bucket seat. |
|||||
|
|
2:59 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Fashion Nugget (1996)
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time. the green light flashes, the flags go up. churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, fuel burning fast on an empty tank. reckless and wild, they pour through the turns. their prowess is potent and secretly stern. as they speed through the finish, the flags go down. the fans get up and they get out of town. the arena is empty except for one man, still driving and striving as fast as he can. the sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. but he's driving and striving and hugging the turns. and thinking of someone for whom he still burns. he's going the distance. he's going for speed. she's all alone in her time of need. because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, he's going the distance. no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, he's haunted by something he cannot define. bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. in his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade. she's hoping in time that her memories will fade. cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. the sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns. and thinking of someone for whom he still burns. cause he's going the distance. he's going for speed. she's all alone in her time of need. because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. he's going the distance. he's going for speed. he's going the distance. |
|||||
 |
|
3:30 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
standing in the alpha beta parking lot
watching the sun set i'll never forget watching all the reds and oranges slip away letting go of yet another dirty day breathing in the fumes from so many idling cars right beneath the sign w/ the dusty yellow stars watching the sun go down standing in the alpha beta parking lot watching you leave me not quite believing standing in the alpha beta parking lot watching the sun set i'll never forget breathing in the fumes from so many idling cars right beneath the sign w/ the dusty yellow stars watching the sun go down |
|||||
|
|
3:27 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
cool blue reason empties on the page
your colleagues are in prison and your enemies enraged cool blue reason comes into your world there's two more dead in texas and it's probably your girls cool blue reason wraps around your throat the minutes change like seasons only 8 more hours to go cool blue reason comes into your life there's one more dead in kansas and it's probably your wife cool blue reason i'm just talking to myself cool blue reason i'm just rearranging hell i'm just talking to myself cool blue reason wraps around your throat the minutes change likes seasons only 8 more hours to go |
|||||
|
|
3:41 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
I'm sitting by the,
Window of your, Thirty-second, Floor apartment, Waiting, For your, Phone calls, All to End, I'm sitting, watching, wind blow,Watching time go, Watching cars go by, I'm, Waiting for these, Memories to, Begin, If I, Threw my guitar, Out the window, So far down, Would I, Start to regret it, Or would I smile, And watch it slowly fall, fall, fall, Garbage trucks, And taxi cabs, Don't seem like they can, Reach me here, The clammer, Of jackhammers, Seems so faint, Well, the way you treat me, Like the only, Slightly brings me down, Alot I don't think that I'll, Ever be the same, Yeah, If I, Threw my guitar, Out the window, So far down, Would I, Start to regret it, Or would I smile, And watch it slowly fall, fall, fall, Fall, fall, fall, Fall, fall, fall, Fall, fall, fall... |
|||||
|
|
3:44 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
i am intrinsically no good
i have a heart that's made of wood i am only biding time only reciting memorized lines and i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment no, no i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment i have no love but only goals how very empty is my soul it is a soul that feels no thrill a soul that could easily kill and i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment no, no i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment i am intrinsically no good i have a heart that's made of wood i am only biding time only reciting memorized lines and i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment i am intrinsically no good i have a heart that's made of wood i am only biding time only reciting memorized lines and i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment no, no i'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment the hem of your garment |
|||||
|
|
3:56 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
When she walks
She swings her arms, instead of her hips When she talks she moves her mouth, instead of her lips I've waited for her for so long I've waited for her for so long I've wondered if I could hang on I've wondered if I could hang on "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go and I will want you more Let me go, let me go Let me go and I will want you When she wants She wants the sun instead of the moon When she sees She sees the stars inside of her room I've waited for her for so long I've waited for her for so long I've wondered if I could hang on I've wondered if I could hang on "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go and I will want you more "Let me go," she said Let me go Let me go, and I will want you "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go, let me go |
|||||
|
|
3:26 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
I had a match
but she had a lighter I had a flame but she had a fire I was bright but she was much brighter I was high but she was the sky Ohh baby, I was bound for Mexico Ohh baby, I was bound to let you go I dont know much about cinco de mayo I'm never sure what its all about but I say I want you and you dont believe me you say you want me but I've got my doubts Ohh baby, I was bound for Mexico Ohh baby, I was bound to let you go I had a match but she had a lighter I had a flame but she had a fire I was bright but she was much brighter I was high but she was the sky Ohh baby, I was bound for Mexico Ohh baby, I was bound to let you go |
|||||
|
|
2:44 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
I need your arms around me
I need to feel your touch I need your understanding I need your love so much you tell me that you love me so you tell me that you care but when I need you "baby you're never there" on the phone long long distance allways threw such strong resitance first you say your too busy I wonder if you even miss me never there you're never there you're never ever ever ever there A goldenbird that flys away a candle stick o' flame to think that I held you yesterday your love was just a game A goldenbird that flys away a candle stick o' flame to think that I held you yesterday your love was just a game you tell me that you love me so you tell me that you care but when I need you baby take the time to get know me if want me why cant you just show me were allways on this rollarcoster if you want me why cant you get closer never there you're never there you're never ever ever ever there never there you're never there your never ever ever ever there |
|||||
|
|
3:12 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
Ive got wheels of polished steel
Ive got tires that grab the road Ive got seats that selflessly hold my friends and a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads I gota mind that can steer me to your house and a heart that can bring you red flowers my intentions are good and earnest and true but under my hood is internal combustion power Satan is my motor hear my motor purr Satan is my motor hear my motor purr Satan is the only one who seems to understand I've got brakes I'm wide awake I can stop this car at any time at the very last second I can change directions turn complety around If I feel so inclined I gota mind that can steer me to your house and a heart that can bring red flowers my intention are good and earnest and true but under my hodd is internal combustion power Satan is my motor hear my motor purr Satan is my motor hear my motor purr Satan is the only one who seems to understand Satan is my motor |
|||||
|
|
4:45 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
I'm not feeling alright today,
I'm not feeling that great, I'm not catching on fire today, Love has started to fade, I'm not going to smile today, I'm not gonna laugh, You're out living it up today, I've got dues to pay, When the grave digger puts on the foreceps, The stonemason does all the work, The barber can give you a haircut, The carpenter can take you out to lunch, Now, I just want to play on my panpipes, I just want to drink me some wine, As soon as you're born, you start dying, So you might as well have a good time, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell, I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip, I don't wanna feel the emptyness, Old marquees with stupid band names, I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip, I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip, I don't wanna feel the emptyness, Old marquees with stupid band names, I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip, The grave digger puts on the foreceps, The stonemason does all the work, The barber can give you a haircut, The carpenter can take you out to lunch, Now, I just want to play on my panpipes, I just want to drink me some wine, As soon as you're born, you start dying, So you might as well have a good time, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell... |
|||||
|
|
3:46 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
The house were you still live
Walk on by The place were we would kiss And the room were I held you tight Tonight I must walk on by Walk on by The room were you still sleep Walk on by The company that you keep And the room were I held you tight Tonight I must walk on by Some hour I know I wont forget no no no no no I wont You wont forgot me no no no no no You wont I'll keep on walking away from here I'll forget you when I reach the other side Walk on by the house were you still live Walk on by the place were we would kiss And the room were I held you tight Tonight I must walk on by And the room were I held you tight Tonight I must walk on by. |
|||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
when you sleep where do your fingers go?
what do your fingers know what do your fingers show where do your fingers go when you sleep do they tremble on the edge of the bed or do you fold them neatly by your head do they clench like claws against your own skin when you're living your day al over again when you sleep when you sleep where do your fingers go? what do your fingers know what do your fingers show where do your fingers go do they play guitar in a latin bar are they strangers or lovers do they drive your car are they swimming submissively sex acts of life or just cutting through jello with a very sharp knife now zeus was a womanizer always on the make but hera usually punished her that zeus was one to take when you sleep where do your fingers go? are they pulling out weeds from the dusty soil but then never rewarded with the fruits of their toil are they scratching their nails on the chalkboards of death only seeking attention when everyone in the room has left when you sleep when you sleep where do your fingers go? what do your fingers know what do your fingers show where do your fingers go when you sleep do they tremble on the edge of the bed or do you fold them neatly by your head |
|||||
|
|
3:52 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
i've been waiting for so long
i've been hoping your love's not gone houses are sliding in the mud rivers are raging in your blood where would i be wihout your love? where would i be without your arms around me? you were to be the only one if i knew you i would not run you have been cloudy, distant, dark i'm thinking of noah and the ark where would i be without your love? where would i be without your arms around me? |
|||||
|
|
4:13 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Prolonging The Magic (1998)
You turn the screws
You tear the bridge Flimsy as it is Its business like You shake my hand You brake up the band Flimsy as it is Its open mic punk rock Red white and blue You twist the knife Then go home to kiss your wife A bigger better slice is what you like You kick the sand You get the upper hand You sell it to Japan It's natural punk rock Red white and blue You turn the screws Its what you choose to do You think that I Must turn them too You think that I Must be so satisfied I stay inside I wonder why And the cement mixer gets it all ready One good turn at a time Then pouring it slowly and steady you're showing Me where I can sign What I can expect to fine But how can you say you'll be Happy when you turn the screws You turn the screws Its what you choose to do You turn the screws Its what you choose to do You think that I Must turn them too You turn the screws Its what you choose to do You turn the screws Its what you choose to do Red white and blue You turn the screws Its what you choose to do |
|||||
 |
|
1:31 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
Welcome to the King's palace
Arco Arena Arco Arena Why walk in circles? Why walk in circles? Why walk in circles when you can win? Move your feet to the spirit of the ball Move your feet to the spirit of the ball Welcome to the King's palace Arco Arena Arco Arena Crazy train, daisy chain People just getting lazy, complaining Arco Arena Arco Arena The parking lot sparkles hot Around the busy sports complex Crazy train, daisy chain People just getting lazy, complaining Arco Arena Arco Arena |
|||||
|
|
3:40 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger We are widening the corridors And adding more lanes We are building a religion A limited edition We are now accepting callers for the pendant key chains To resist it is useless It is useless to resist it His cigarette is burning But he never seems to ash He is grooming his poodle He is living comfort eagle You can meet at his location But you better come with cash Now his hat is on backwards He can show you his tatoos He is in the music business He is calling you "DUDE!" Now today is tomorrow And tomorrow today And yesterday is weaving in and out And the bliping white lines That the airplane leaves behind Are drifting right in front of the waining of the moon He is handling the money He's serving the food He knows about your party He is calling you "DUDE!" Now do you believe In the one big sign The doublewide shine On the bootheels of your prime Doesn't matter if you're skinny Doesn't matter if you're fat You can dress up like a solten In your onion head hat We are building a religion We are making a brand We're the only ones to turn to When your castles turn to sand Take a bite of this apple Mr. corporate invents Take a walk through the jungle Of cardboard shanties and tents Some people drink Pepsi Some people drink Coke The wacky morning DJ Says domocracy's a joke He says now do you believe In the one big song He's now accepting callers Who would like to sing along She says, do you believe In the one true edge By fastening your safety belts And stepping towards the ledge He is handling the money He is serving the food He is now accepting callers He is calling me "DUDE!" Now do you believe In the one big sign The doublewide shine On the bootheels of your prime There's no need to ask directions If you ever lose your mind We're behind you We're behind you And let us please remind you We can send a car to find you If you ever lose your way We are building a religion We are building it bigger We are building A religion A limited Edition We are now accepting callers... For these beautiful... Pendant keychains |
|||||
|
|
2:59 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be Commissioning a symphony in C With money you squeeze from the peasants To your nephew you can give it as a present This magnificent symphony in C You'll be commissioning a symphony in C Completely filling the palace concert hall It's warm and golden like an oven that's wide open It has a melody both happy and sad Built on Victoria's young triads You've entered the room with great caution Though no one in the hall is even watching They are transfixed They are forgetting just to breath They are so taken by your symphony... In C You're sitting there thinking your thoughts They are not about what is but what is not You are sitting there breathing in your breath You are seldom breathing life but mostly death So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be commissioning... A symphony... In C |
|||||
|
|
3:24 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
There's a long line of cars And they're trying to get through There's no single explanation There's no central destination But this long line of cars Is trying to get through And this long line of cars Is all because of you You don't wonder where we're going Or remember where we've been We've got to keep this traffic Flowing and accept a little spin So this long line of cars Will never have an end And this long line of cars Keeps coming around the bend From the streets of sacra mento To the freeways of L A We've got to keep this fire burning And accept a little gray So this long line of cars Is trying to break free And this long line of cars Is all because of me This long line of cars Long line of cars Long line of cars Long line of cars |
|||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
I don't want to wonder
If this is a blunder I don't want to worry whether We're gonna stay together 'Till we die I don't want to jump in Unless this music's thumping All the dishes rattle in the cupboards When the elephants arrive *I want to love you madly I want to love you now I want to love you madly, way I want to love you, love you Love you madly I don't want to fake it I just want to make it The ornaments look pretty But they're pulling down the branches Of the Tree I don't want to think about it I don't want to talk about it When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom Of the sea * Repeat I don't want to hold back I don't want to slip down I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I Should have done I don't want to doubt you Know everything about you I don't want to sit across the table from you Wishing I could run * Repeat |
|||||
|
|
3:57 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
Disempowered
The scattering flock Dances in a fever At the Castle Rock Dust devils cypress Ripening fruit Ascending quick Into the authors bathroom Fon, Jo and Tootsie Are out on a wire Mans tooth junkies(?) All full of desire *Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can say to you I've got a lot of work to do I guess I'll leave it up to you Uninvited We'll stay if we want Searching through your closets For your grandfathers gun We were swimming your kidney, Kidney shaped pool Scratching at the bottom For another clue, yeah Fon, Jo and Tootsie Are out on a wire Mans tooth junkies(?) All full of desire * Repeat |
|||||
|
|
4:07 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
I am an Opera Singer
I stand on painted Tape It tells me where I'm going And where to throw my cape I call my co-star's brother I call my co-star's name I play both good and evil parts I sing to Verdi's play And every single morning By 10 AM I'm dressed My rehearsals last for hours and hours With diligence I have been blessed Some people they call me monster Some people they call me saint My talent feeds my darker side Yet no one will complain I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands I've sung for kings in Europe And emperors in Japan And after each performance People stand around and wave Just to tell me that they love my voice Just to tell me that I'm great I am an opera singer I will sing when you're all dead I sing the mountains crumbling apart I sing what can't be said I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands Most people seem to know my name Or at least know who I am |
|||||
|
|
3:09 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
Without the pretty pink ribbon,
You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd fload down to the sea. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd say just what you pleased. Without the sticky little kitten, You're ticket could never be free. *Without your tight little denum, Your virtues would all go unknown. Without the room that you live in, Your cancer would eat through the bone. Your muscles would bulge underground. Your demons would all be around. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd burn all these dying leaves. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You would lift this steaming herd. You would kill all the sick ones. You would bury them deep in the earth. * Repeat |
|||||
|
|
3:07 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be *Outside, outside the world Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls But the steel I, Type jaw Say it all Say it all But the white paint, Plastic saints Say it all... (x5) Say somebody, Has got to say it all Somebody Has got to say it all I'm so nervous I'm so tense My heart can't forget about this self defense The air is so hot and my breath comes fast I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last... * Repeat Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be |
|||||
|
|
3:24 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut And eyes that burn like cigarettes I want a girl with the right allocations Who's fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She is playing with her jewelry She is putting up her hair She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket...... I want a girl who gets up early I want a girl who stays up late I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity Who used a machete to cut through red tape With fingernails that shine like justice And a voice that is dark like tinted glass She is fast, thorough And sharp as a tack She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket I want a girl with a smooth liquidation I want a girl with good dividends And at the city bank we will meet accidentally We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen She wants a car with a cup-holder arm rest She wants a car that will get her there She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Barron I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnggggggggg jacket |
|||||
|
|
3:41 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Comfort Eagle (2001)
I don't want to
hear you whisper I don't want to orbit your world of two. There's only room for you in your world of two. I don't like to hang around you. I don't want to live in your world of two. There's only room for you in your world of two. It's not that I don't like you. But it's not that I don't love you. It's not that I don't think you are two of the most perfectly, beautiful people in your world. In your world of two There's only room for you In your world of two There's only room for you In your world of two In your world of two There's only room There's only room There's only room For you |
|||||
 |
|
4:00 |
|
||
|
from The Sopranos : Peppers & Eggs [ost] (2001)
We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations, A faintly glimmering radio station. While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather, The flies and spiders get along together, Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record. Beyond the suns that guard this roof, Beyond your flowers of flaming truths, Beyond your latest ad campaigns, An old man sits collecting stamps In a room all filled with Chinese lamps. He saves what others throw away. He says that he'll be rich some day. We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations, A faintly glimmering radio station. We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations, A faintly glimmering radio station. While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather, The flies and spiders get along together, Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record. |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Short Skirt/ Long Jacket [single] (2001)
Welcome to the King's palace
Arco Arena Arco Arena Why walk in circles? Why walk in circles? Why walk in circles when you can win? Move your feet to the spirit of the ball Move your feet to the spirit of the ball Welcome to the King's palace Arco Arena Arco Arena Crazy train, daisy chain People just getting lazy, complaining Arco Arena Arco Arena The parking lot sparkles hot Around the busy sports complex Crazy train, daisy chain People just getting lazy, complaining Arco Arena Arco Arena |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Short Skirt/ Long Jacket [single] (2001)
Disempowered
The scattering flock Dances in a fever At the Castle Rock Dust devils cypress Ripening fruit Ascending quick Into the authors bathroom Fon, Jo and Tootsie Are out on a wire Mans tooth junkies(?) All full of desire Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can say to you I've got a lot of work to do I guess I'll leave it up to you Uninvited We'll stay if we want Searching through your closets For your grandfathers gun We were swimming your kidney, Kidney shaped pool Scratching at the bottom For another clue, yeah Fon, Jo and Tootsie Are out on a wire Mans tooth junkies(?) All full of desire Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can say to you,ohh,,, And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can say to you I've got a lot of work to do I guess I'll leave it up to you |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Short Skirt/ Long Jacket [single] (2001)
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut And eyes that burn like cigarettes I want a girl with the right allocations Who's fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She is playing with her jewelry She is putting up her hair She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a long..... jacket, I want a girl who gets up early I want a girl who stays up late I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity Who used a machete to cut through red tape With fingernails that shine like justice And a voice that is dark like tinted glass She is fast, thorough And sharp as a tack She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a long.... long.... jacket na na na.... I want a girl with a smooth liquidation I want a girl with good dividends And at the city bank we will meet accidentally We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen She wants a car with a cup-holder arm rest She wants a car that will get her there She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Barron I want a girl with a short skirt and a long................ jacket na na na......... |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Short Skirt/ Long Jacket [single] (2001)
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut And eyes that burn like cigarettes I want a girl with the right allocations Who's fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She is playing with her jewelry She is putting up her hair She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a long..... jacket, I want a girl who gets up early I want a girl who stays up late I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity Who used a machete to cut through red tape With fingernails that shine like justice And a voice that is dark like tinted glass She is fast, thorough And sharp as a tack She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a long.... long.... jacket na na na.... I want a girl with a smooth liquidation I want a girl with good dividends And at the city bank we will meet accidentally We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen She wants a car with a cup-holder arm rest She wants a car that will get her there She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Barron I want a girl with a short skirt and a long................ jacket na na na......... |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
she's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
coming from the bar in a plastic tie he's gonna swing from the Tree of Life he's gonna try to sell you on a great big lie but when you speak to her - her eyes light up the music spills right into your cup the minstrels play and the waitress brings ice there are pies on a carousel - have a slice but watch out - she ain't no good for you. he's gonna spin like the tractor pull she'll sit back when he tells his tale he's gonna yell when he drinks his beer she'll sit back and drink ginger ale but when you speak to her - her eyes light up the music spills right into your cup it's so abrupt and it's so concise there are pies on a carousel - have a slice but watch out - she ain't no good for you I say watch out - she ain't no good for you she'd like to put you in her zoo right between the canaries and the cockatoos she'll pull out your feathers for her brand new hat and when she's done that she'll feed you to her cat so watch out - she ain't no good for you watch out - she ain't no good for you watch out - she ain't no good for you |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
she's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
coming from the bar in a plastic tie he's gonna swing from the Tree of Life he's gonna try to sell you on a great big lie but when you speak to her - her eyes light up the music spills right into your cup the minstrels play and the waitress brings ice there are pies on a carousel - have a slice but watch out - she ain't no good for you. he's gonna spin like the tractor pull she'll sit back when he tells his tale he's gonna yell when he drinks his beer she'll sit back and drink ginger ale but when you speak to her - her eyes light up the music spills right into your cup it's so abrupt and it's so concise there are pies on a carousel - have a slice but watch out - she ain't no good for you I say watch out - she ain't no good for you she'd like to put you in her zoo right between the canaries and the cockatoos she'll pull out your feathers for her brand new hat and when she's done that she'll feed you to her cat so watch out - she ain't no good for you watch out - she ain't no good for you watch out - she ain't no good for you |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Comanche
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads. You need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes. Just get rid of the antlers and lighten your load. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. Yeah, if you want to have cities, you've got to build roads. La la la la... You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. Ah, if you want to have cities, Yeah, if you want to have cities, No, if you want to have cities, You've got to build roads. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Comanche
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads. You need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes. Just get rid of the antlers and lighten your load. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. Yeah, if you want to have cities, you've got to build roads. La la la la... You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. Ah, if you want to have cities, Yeah, if you want to have cities, No, if you want to have cities, You've got to build roads. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Haze of Love
It's three o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's four. I am thinking of you, Wondering what I should I do, But I'm finally cutting through this haze. It's four o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's five. I think I'm alive, And I think I'll survive. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. Yeah you don't love me like I love you. All though you pretend, I can see this will end. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. It's five o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's six. I am sick of your lies. I am sick of your tricks. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, For days and days and days, For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Haze of Love
It's three o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's four. I am thinking of you, Wondering what I should I do, But I'm finally cutting through this haze. It's four o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's five. I think I'm alive, And I think I'll survive. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. Yeah you don't love me like I love you. All though you pretend, I can see this will end. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. It's five o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's six. I am sick of your lies. I am sick of your tricks. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, For days and days and days, For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
I Bombed Korea
I bombed Korea every night. My engine sang into the salty sky. I didn't know if I would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every night. Red flowers bursting down below us. Those people didn't even know us. We didn't know if we would live or die. We didn't know if it was wrong or right. I bombed Korea every night. And so I sit here at this bar. I'm not a hero. I'm not a movie star. I've got my beer. I've got my stories to tell, But they won't tell you what it's like in hell. Red flowers bursting down below us. Those people didn't even know us. We didn't know if we would live or die. We didn't know if it was wrong or right. We didn't know if we would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
I Bombed Korea
I bombed Korea every night. My engine sang into the salty sky. I didn't know if I would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every night. Red flowers bursting down below us. Those people didn't even know us. We didn't know if we would live or die. We didn't know if it was wrong or right. I bombed Korea every night. And so I sit here at this bar. I'm not a hero. I'm not a movie star. I've got my beer. I've got my stories to tell, But they won't tell you what it's like in hell. Red flowers bursting down below us. Those people didn't even know us. We didn't know if we would live or die. We didn't know if it was wrong or right. We didn't know if we would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Is This Love
I can't believe it's true. I can't believe that you Don't want me anymore. You're with him, And you don't even know That I've been dying all day long And singing sad, sad songs And wishing you were gone. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I close the door? My eyes are burning in my head And seeing only red And wishing you were dead. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I, Or should I, should I, Should I close the door? Should I close the door? Ah, I fooled myself. .. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I, Or should I, Or should I, should I, Should I close the door? |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Is This Love
I can't believe it's true. I can't believe that you Don't want me anymore. You're with him, And you don't even know That I've been dying all day long And singing sad, sad songs And wishing you were gone. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I close the door? My eyes are burning in my head And seeing only red And wishing you were dead. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I, Or should I, should I, Should I close the door? Should I close the door? Ah, I fooled myself. .. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I, Or should I, Or should I, should I, Should I close the door? |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Jesus Wrote A Blank Check
Jesus wrote a blank check, One I haven't cashed quite yet. I hope I've got a little more time. I hope it's not the end of the line. Yeah, Jesus wrote a blank check. One I haven't cashed yet, all right. But if I had to choose a number, I'd want it to be number one. I don't want to be number two. Yeah, I don't want to be number four. But I can hear a knock on the door. Jesus wrote a blank check, all right. If Jesus saw me dying, Would angels come a flying down? I hope I've got a little more time. I hope somebody lends me a dime. Now, Jesus wrote a blank check. Ah, one I haven't cashed yet. Still I build my towers high. I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky. Still I wallow in the mire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I build my towers high. I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky. Still I wallow in the mire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Jesus Wrote A Blank Check
Jesus wrote a blank check, One I haven't cashed quite yet. I hope I've got a little more time. I hope it's not the end of the line. Yeah, Jesus wrote a blank check. One I haven't cashed yet, all right. But if I had to choose a number, I'd want it to be number one. I don't want to be number two. Yeah, I don't want to be number four. But I can hear a knock on the door. Jesus wrote a blank check, all right. If Jesus saw me dying, Would angels come a flying down? I hope I've got a little more time. I hope somebody lends me a dime. Now, Jesus wrote a blank check. Ah, one I haven't cashed yet. Still I build my towers high. I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky. Still I wallow in the mire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I build my towers high. I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky. Still I wallow in the mire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Jolene
Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place. Yeah I want to pull you down into bed. I want to cast your face in lead. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. Jolene heard her father's uneven snores. Right then she knew there must be something more. Jolene heard the singing in the forest. She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night. Yeah I want to throw you out into space. I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Jolene
Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place. Yeah I want to pull you down into bed. I want to cast your face in lead. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. Jolene heard her father's uneven snores. Right then she knew there must be something more. Jolene heard the singing in the forest. She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night. Yeah I want to throw you out into space. I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Mr. Mastodon Farm
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I can see their dead weight Just dropping like stones For small loaves of bread Past my window all the time. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I don't see their last second curves Toward a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost as if my life will fall Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I won't see their last second curves Toward a, a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost like my life will fall, My life will fall, Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Mr. Mastodon Farm
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I can see their dead weight Just dropping like stones For small loaves of bread Past my window all the time. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I don't see their last second curves Toward a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost as if my life will fall Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I won't see their last second curves Toward a, a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost like my life will fall, My life will fall, Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Pentagram
Your pentagram is down below our floor. Your naked body shimmers in the night. Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. Your feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies, Who have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why They took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. Your feasty eyes won't make me fall apart. Your turquoise and silver won't weaken this old heart. Yeah, dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. I fell to the ground on a windy, windy night. Well I have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why I took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. Well I have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why I took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Pentagram
Your pentagram is down below our floor. Your naked body shimmers in the night. Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. Your feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies, Who have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why They took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. Your feasty eyes won't make me fall apart. Your turquoise and silver won't weaken this old heart. Yeah, dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. I fell to the ground on a windy, windy night. Well I have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why I took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. Well I have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why I took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. |
|||||
|
|
- | 
|
||
| from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Rock `N` Roll Lifestyle
Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly. How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi? And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket? Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket? Now tickets to concerts and drinking at clubs, Sometimes for music that you haven't even heard of. And how much did you pay for your rock'n'roll t-shirt That proves you were there, That you heard of them first? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? Ah, tell me. How much did you pay for the chunk of his guitar, The one he ruthlessly smashed at the end of the show? And how much will he pay for a brand new guitar, One which he'll ruthlessly smash at the end of another show? And how long will the workers keep building him new ones? As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones. And how long will the workers keep building him new ones? As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones. Aging black leather and hospital bills, Tattoo removal and dozens of pills. Your liver pays dearly now for youthful magic moments, But rock on completely with some brand new components. How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? Excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking what they're selling. Your self-destruction doesn't hurt them. Your chaos won't convert them. They're so happy to rebuild it. You'll never really kill it. Yeah, excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking what they're selling. Excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking, You're drinking, You're drinking what they're selling. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Ruby Sees All
Do you think she's swimming in your lies? Do you think it's all just murky green? Don't you think that she would realize? Yeah, do you think she has never seen? Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low, When the waves retire to the darkness below, I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees. .. I can feel the pressure building high. You should see you're headed for a storm. Don't you see it building in the sky? Don't you think it's time to swim to shore? Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low, When the waves retire to the darkness below, I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Ruby Sees All
Do you think she's swimming in your lies? Do you think it's all just murky green? Don't you think that she would realize? Yeah, do you think she has never seen? Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low, When the waves retire to the darkness below, I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees. .. I can feel the pressure building high. You should see you're headed for a storm. Don't you see it building in the sky? Don't you think it's time to swim to shore? Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low, When the waves retire to the darkness below, I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Up So Close
Up so close, I never get to see your face. Microscope, I might as well be out in space. Up so close, I never get to see the view. Down your throat, I'm never sure if it's still you. Up your nose, down to your toes. In your mouth, way down south. Up so close, it seems I only think of you. Up so close, I never see the sky so blue. I only wanted to be sure That what it was was really pure. I put my face down in the cake. My feet were flailing in a lake. Up so close, I never get to see your face. Microscope, I might as well be out in space. Up so close, I never get to see you. Microscope, I'm never sure if it's still you. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
Up So Close
Up so close, I never get to see your face. Microscope, I might as well be out in space. Up so close, I never get to see the view. Down your throat, I'm never sure if it's still you. Up your nose, down to your toes. In your mouth, way down south. Up so close, it seems I only think of you. Up so close, I never see the sky so blue. I only wanted to be sure That what it was was really pure. I put my face down in the cake. My feet were flailing in a lake. Up so close, I never get to see your face. Microscope, I might as well be out in space. Up so close, I never get to see you. Microscope, I'm never sure if it's still you. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
You Part The Waters
You part the waters, The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters, And I'm the one who helps you win. You've got your grand piano. You don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano. You part the waters, The same ones that I'm thirsty for. You invite your friends to tea, But when it's me you lock the door. You've got your credit cards, And you thank your lucky stars. But don't forget the ones who foot the bill. You've got your grand piano. And you don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano, But you part the waters............ |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity (2003)
You Part The Waters
You part the waters, The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters, And I'm the one who helps you win. You've got your grand piano. You don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano. You part the waters, The same ones that I'm thirsty for. You invite your friends to tea, But when it's me you lock the door. You've got your credit cards, And you thank your lucky stars. But don't forget the ones who foot the bill. You've got your grand piano. And you don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano, But you part the waters............ |
|||||
 |
|
3:53 |
|
||
|
from Cake - No Phone (2004)
No phone No phone,
I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Ringing stinging, Jerking like a nervous bird Rattling up against his cage Calls to me throughout the day See the feathers fly No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone No phone no phone I just want to be alone today Rhyming chiming got me working all the time Gives me such a worried mind Now I don't want to seem unkind But god, it's such a crime No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone... Shaking quaking, waking me when I'm asleep Never lets me go too deep Summons me with just one beep The price we pay is steep I've been on fire and yet I've still stayed frozen So deep in the night My smooth contemplations will always be broken My deepest concerns will stay buried and unspoken No I don't have any change but here's a few subway tokens No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone No phone no phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone |
|||||
 |
|
3:10 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear X2
Where's the air? X4 After car after bus after car after truck After this my lungs will be so fucked up I wish I was in that Mercedes Benz Sealed away from my scents I'd have the music high going 95 Too much, too much, too much, too much... Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear X2 Don't you care? Don't you care? Don't you don't you don't you care? After car after bus after car after truck After this my lungs will be so fucked up I wish I wasn't just a pedestrian Breathing all this in I look up at that grey sky It makes me want to... (ohhhh) Too much, too much, too much... Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear. |
|||||
|
|
3:37 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel
In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf Is a small reminder of a simpler time When a crumpled up pair of trousers lost a brand new dime Well you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you When I'm on the ground I roll through town I'm a president you don't remember getting kicked around I'm a dime , I'm fine And I shine I'm freshly minted I am determined not to be dented By a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented... I'm a dime , I'm fine And I shine In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds As the afternoon commuters drive their cars around There's a ringle jingle near the underpass There's a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trash I'm a dime, I'm fine And I shine I'm freshly minted I'm silver-plated, I'm underrated You won't even pick me up because I'm not enough for a local phone call... I'm a dime , I'm fine And I shine I'm a dime, I'm fine And I shine I'm a dime, I'm fine And I shine |
|||||
|
|
1:50 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
People you love will turn their backs on you
You'll lose your hair, your teeth Your knife will fall out of its sheath But you still don't like to leave before the end of the movie People you hate will get their hooks into you They'll pull you down, you'll frown They'll tar you and drag you through town But you still don't like to leave before the end of the movie No you still don't like to leave before the end of the show... People you hate will get their hooks into you They'll pull you down, you'll frown They'll tar you and drag you through town But you still don't like to leave before the end of the movie No you still don't like to leave before the end of the show |
|||||
|
|
3:52 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
No phone No phone,
I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Ringing stinging, Jerking like a nervous bird Rattling up against his cage Calls to me throughout the day See the feathers fly No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone No phone no phone I just want to be alone today Rhyming chiming got me working all the time Gives me such a worried mind Now I don't want to seem unkind But god, it's such a crime No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone... Shaking quaking, waking me when I'm asleep Never lets me go too deep Summons me with just one beep The price we pay is steep I've been on fire and yet I've still stayed frozen So deep in the night My smooth contemplations will always be broken My deepest concerns will stay buried and unspoken No I don't have any change but here's a few subway tokens No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone No phone no phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone |
|||||
|
|
2:57 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
When the house was standing
You'd never have believed it When the house was standing You'd never have believed The bricks and mortar have all given way At first they resisted but then they began to sway How can you say forever is at your command How can you say the future's in the palm In the palm of your hand... When the house was standing You'd never have believed it When the house was standing You'd never have believed That gaping hole was once a foundation Where you stand now were tools in the basement How can you say forever is at your command How can you say the future Is in the palm The palm of your hand |
|||||
|
|
2:42 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
She'll hang the baskets on the walls
Don't you know I've seen it all before She'll hang the baskets on the walls But I've seen it all before, heard the slamming of the door Come summer, come fall Come winter, there'll be baskets on the floor He'll go to buy her turtle wax But in his mind, he won't be coming back She'll hang the baskets on the walls But I've seen it all before, heard the slamming of the door Come summer, come fall Come winter, there'll be baskets on the floor But I've seen it all before, heard the slamming of the door Come summer, come fall Come winter, there'll be baskets on the floor She'll hang the baskets on the walls She'll hang the baskets on the walls She'll hang the baskets on the walls She'll hang the baskets on the walls |
|||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
You keep pushing me away
In spite of what you say I found out yesterday That I've been wasting all my time Trying to make you smile Trying to make this seem worth While you've been pushing me around In spite of what I do Trying to make things good for You, take your economy car and your suitcase Take your psycho little dogs Take it all away... You've been racing through my mind You're picking up in speed You're driving recklessly It's like a car crash happening on my street Broken bodies at my feet And sirens on the way They're too late 'Cause nobody's going to save us We're a rubbernecker's dream We're burning gasoline Go take your economy car and your suitcase Take your psycho little dogs Take it all away... And go Go ahead and destroy this Better come with an army Are you feeling, feeling okay baby? Na-na-na-na-na-na Take your economy car and your suitcase Take your psycho little dogs Take it all away |
|||||
|
|
3:53 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
Who draws the crowd,
who plays so loud baby, it's the guitar man. Who's gonna steal the show, you know, baby, it's the guitar man. He can make you laugh, he can make you cry, He will break you down, he will get you high. And something keeps him going miles and miles away, to find another place to play, and night after night - who treats you right, baby, it's the guitar man. who's on the radio, you know, baby, it's the guitar man when he comes to town and you see his face and you think you might like to take his place something keeps him drifting miles and miles away searching for the songs to play then you listen to the music and you'd like to sing along and you want to get the meaning out of each and every song and you find yourself a message and some words to call your own.. and take 'em home. |
|||||
|
|
3:00 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
Well there is no such thing as you
It doesn't matter what you do The more you try to qualify The more it all will pass you by Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is Well the more you try to shave the cat The more the thing will bite and scratch It's best I think to leave its fur And to listen to its silky purr Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is Well there is no such thing as you It doesn't matter what you do The more you try to qualify The more it all will pass you by Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is |
|||||
|
|
3:56 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
So we think that we're important
And we think that we make sense And we think there's something better on the other side of this fence And you can soak your bread in gravy You can soak your bread in soup But the car that you are driving doesn't really belong to you So you know you'll always be waiting Always be waiting for someone else to call Yeah you know you'll always be waiting Always be waiting I say always be waiting... And you can soak your bread in water You can soak your bread in wine It can seem like you are living like you're having a real good time And you can do it to your conscience You can do it all the time You can do it with a vengeance in the morning after nine But you know you'll always be waiting Always be waiting for someone else to call Yeah you know you'll always be waiting Always be waiting I say always waiting I say always be waiting |
|||||
|
|
3:18 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Pressure Chief (2004)
In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes
With the freighters towering over me I can hear the jets flying overhead Making lines across the darkening sky And when the sun is going down I can take a taxi into town And the waiter at the restaurant sets a table just for me Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round (alright) So I had a plane to take me to a place so far away from you Eventually we began to see that we could be completely free And I could get away from you And you could get away from me And we could live each separately in our cities in the sun Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round (alright) In a seedy karaoke bar by the banks of the mighty Bosphorus Is a Japanese man in a business suit singing ((Platters:Smoke Gets In Your Eyes|Smoke Gets In Your Eyes)) And the muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French Canadians While the overweight Americans wear their patriotic jumpsuits Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round I don't know I don't know I don't know (Why you say you are not in love with me) I don't know (Why you say you are not in love with me) I don't know (Why you say you are not in love with me) Why you say you (music stops) are not in love with me |
|||||
 |
|
3:44 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Wheels EP (2005)
Daria - Cake
When you tried to kiss me I only bit your tongue. when you tried to get me together I only came undone. when you tried to tell me the one for me was you, I was in your mattress back in 1982. Daria, I won't be soothed. daria, I won't be soothed over like, smoothed over like milk, silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, icing on a cake, or a serene translucent lake. daria, daria, daria, I won't be soothed. I won't be soothed. When you tried to tell me of all the love you had, I was cleaning oil from beaches seeing only what was bad. when you tried to feed me I only shut my mouth. food got on your apron and you told me to get out. Daria, I won't be soothed. daria, I won't be soothed over like, smoothed over like milk, silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, icing on a cake, or a serene translucent lake. daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, I won't be soothed. I won't be soothed. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Cake - Wheels EP (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:35 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Wheels EP (2005)
No phone No phone,
I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Ringing stinging, Jerking like a nervous bird Rattling up against his cage Calls to me throughout the day See the feathers fly No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone No phone no phone I just want to be alone today Rhyming chiming got me working all the time Gives me such a worried mind Now I don't want to seem unkind But god, it's such a crime No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone... Shaking quaking, waking me when I'm asleep Never lets me go too deep Summons me with just one beep The price we pay is steep I've been on fire and yet I've still stayed frozen So deep in the night My smooth contemplations will always be broken My deepest concerns will stay buried and unspoken No I don't have any change but here's a few subway tokens No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone No phone no phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone No phone |
|||||
|
|
2:57 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Wheels EP (2005)
You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair.
Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere? The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down. Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town. It wasn't me that started that ol' crazy Asian war. But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore. And yes, it's true that I'm not the man I used to be. Oh Ruby, I still need some company. It's hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralyzed And the wants and the needs of a woman your age Ruby I realize. But it won't be long, I've heard them say, until I'm not around Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town. She's leaving now, 'cause I just heard the slamming of the door The way I know I've heard it slam one hundred times before. And if I could move I'd get my gun and put her in the ground. Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town. Oh Ruby, God sakes turn around.... |
|||||
|
|
3:19 |
|
||
|
from Cake - Wheels EP (2005)
In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes
With the freighters towering over me I can hear the jets flying overhead Making lines across the darkening sky And when the sun is going down I can take a taxi into town And the waiter at the restaurant sets a table just for me Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round (alright) So I had a plane to take me to a place so far away from you Eventually we began to see that we could be completely free And I could get away from you And you could get away from me And we could live each separately in our cities in the sun Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round (alright) In a seedy karaoke bar by the banks of the mighty Bosphorus Is a Japanese man in a business suit singing ((Platters:Smoke Gets In Your Eyes|Smoke Gets In Your Eyes)) And the muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French Canadians While the overweight Americans wear their patriotic jumpsuits Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round Wheels keep on spinning round spinning round and round I don't know I don't know I don't know (Why you say you are not in love with me) I don't know (Why you say you are not in love with me) I don't know (Why you say you are not in love with me) Why you say you (music stops) are not in love with me |
|||||
 |
|
2:26 |
|
||
|
from CF TOP 20 VOL.10 (2006)
You won't admit you love me
And so How am I ever To know You only tell me Perhaps perhaps perhaps A million times I ask you And then I ask you over Again You only answer Perhaps perhaps perhaps If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started And I don't wanna' wind up Being parted broken hearted So if you really love me Say yes But if you don't dear Confess And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started And I don't wanna' wind up Being parted, broken hearted So if you really love me Say yes But if you don't, dear, Confess And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
They just don't know how lost I feel without you
My teardrops never see the light of day I laugh and joke each time they talk about you But if I told the truth I'd have to say Excuse me I think I've got a heartache There's an aching deep inside and it just won't be denied Excuse me I think I've got a heartache and I'd better say goodbye before I cry I guess it's pride that makes me hide my sorrow I live a lie in all I do and say My lips may lie and paint a bright tomorrow but if they told the truth they'd have to say... Excuse me I think I've got a heartache There's an aching deep inside and it just won't be denied Excuse me I think I've got a heartache and I'd better say goodbye before I cry |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
Mahna, mahna
Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna Mahna, mahna |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
Oh, baby, oh, baby
(Keep on) Come on, baby (Keep on doin? it, right on) (Right on doin? it) You got it together (Baby, keep on) Oh, you got it together, baby (Right on, keep on doin? it) I will get it baby, oh, I will get it (My my baby, keep on) I swear you got it together, baby (Keep on, keep on) Whatever, whatever Girl, I?ll do Forever and ever, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I?ll see you through I?ve got to keep you pleased in every way I can Gonna give you all of me as much as you can stand Make love to you right now, that?s all I want to do I know you need it, girl and you know I need it too ?Cause I found what the world is searching for Here, right here, my dear, I don?t have to look no more And oh, my babe, I hoped and I prayed For someone just like you to make me feel the way you do Never, never gonna give you up, I?m never, ever gonna stop Not the way I feel about you, girl, I just can?t live without you I?m never, ever gonna quit 'cause quittin? just ain?t my stick I?m gonna stay right here with you and do all the thing you want me to Whatever you want, girl, you got Ever, ever you need I don?t want to see you without it You?ve given me much more than words could ever say And oh, my dear, I?ll be right here until my dyin? day I don?t know just how to say all the things I feel I just know that I love you so and it give me such a thrill ?Cause I found what this world is searching for Here, right here, my dear, I don?t have to look no more And all of my days, I hoped and I prayed For someone just like you to make me feel the way you do I?m never, never gonna give you up, I?m never, ever gonna stop Stop the way I feel about you, girl, I just can?t live without you I?m never, ever gonna quit 'cause quittin? just ain?t my stick Gonna stay right here with you, do all the things you want me to Oh, I?m never gonna give you up, I?m never, ever gonna stop All the things I feel about you, girl, I just can?t live without you I?m never, ever gonna quit |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair.
Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere? The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down. Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town. It wasn't me that started that ol' crazy Asian war. But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore. And yes, it's true that I'm not the man I used to be. Oh Ruby, I still need some company. It's hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralyzed And the wants and the needs of a woman your age Ruby I realize. But it won't be long, I've heard them say, until I'm not around Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town. She's leaving now, 'cause I just heard the slamming of the door The way I know I've heard it slam one hundred times before. And if I could move I'd get my gun and put her in the ground. Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town. Oh Ruby, God sakes turn around.... |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
Strangers in the night
exchanging glances Wond'ring in the night What were the chances we'd be sharing love Before the night was through? Something in your eyes was so inviting Something in your smile was so exciting Something in my heart told me I must have you Strangers in the night two lonely people We were strangers in the night Up to the moment when we said our first hello Little did we know Love was just a glance away A warm embracing dance away and Ever since that night we've been together Lovers at first sight in love forever It turned out so right for strangers in the night Love was just a glance away A warm embracing dance away and Ever since that night we've been together Lovers at first sight in love forever It turned out so right for strangers in the night La da da da da |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
Man is born, man lives, man dies
and it's all vanity and that's about the way it is with the merry-go-round you get on you go around standing in the saddle Man is born man lives man dies and it's all vanity He tried thrills he said "I gave myself to enjoy pleasure" What are teenagers doing today? They're trying every thrill there is in the books We've got colored TV but it still isn't satisfying Man is born man lives man dies and it's all vanity You can't understand it, it's going so loud, and so forth, and they're all wigglin' and wobblin' around and everything else and and yet, they feel unsatisfied and these disc jockeys they say here is a tune that is different hear the tone that is different Man is born, man lives, man dies and it's all vanity You can't understand it, it's going so loud, and so forth, and they're all wigglin' and wobblin' around and everything else and and yet, they feel unsatisfied and these disc jockeys they say here is a tune that is different hear the tone that is different Man is born, man lives, man dies and it's all vanity |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Cake - B-Sides And Rarities (2007)
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning, As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind, Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh Lord Yeah! Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave peril to the poor, yeah Time will tell on their empower minds, Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess, Wait 'til their judgment day comes, yeah Now in darkness world stops turning, As you hear the bodies burning No more War Pigs have the power, Hand of God has struck the hour Day of judgment, God is calling On their knees the War Pigs crawling, Begging mercies for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings Oh Lord Yeah! |
|||||
|
