There is a song on the new Cake CD that is brilliant.

At first, you think it's told from the perspective of an old man, reflecting on he and his wife's life
and how they're just not as close/happy anymore:


It's been a long time
Since I've seen your smiling face
It's been a long time
Since I've seen a sunny day

It's been a long time
Since you wore your pillbox hat
It's been a long time
Since we drove your Pontiac

It's been a long time
Since you gave me butterflies
It's been a long time
Since I've seen it burning in your eyes
But I don't mind (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
When I've got you next to me

Then comes the little surprise about what the song REALLY means....



It's been a long time
Since we tripped into this ditch
It's been a long time
Since we drank the arsenic

It's been a long time
Since we've been inside of this tomb
It's been a long time
Since you wore your expensive French perfume
But I don't mind (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
When I've got you next to me

It's been a long time
Since I've seen your smiling face
It's been a long time
Since I've seen a su-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-unny day

night time slows, raindrops splash rainbows
perhaps someone you know, could sparkle and shine
as daydreams slide to colour from shadow
picture the moonglow, that dazzles my eyes
and i love you just lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learnt to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple every time dreams of sights, of sleigh rides in seasons
where feelings not reasons, can make you decide
as leaves pour down, splash autumn on gardens
as colder nights harden, their moonlit delights
and i love you just lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple every time
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learned to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple every time look at me with starry eyes
push me up to starry skies
there's stardust in my head
pure and simple every time
fresh and deep as oceans new
shiver at the sight of you
i'll sing a softer tune
pure and simple over you if love's the truth then look no lies
and let me swim around your eyes
I've found a place I'll never leave
shut my mouth and just believe
love is the truth I realize
not a stream of pretty lies
to use us up and waste our time lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple every time
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learned to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple every time look at me with starry eyes
push me up to starry skies
there's stardust in my head
pure and simple every time
fresh and deep as oceans new
shiver at the sight of you
I'll sing a softer tune
pure and simple over you
pure and simple just for you

Feeling down n’ dirty, feeling kinda mean
I’ve been from one to another extreme

There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.

 

Estas son las mañanitas
que cantaba el Rey David
Hoy por ser día de tu santo
te las cantamos a ti
despierta, mi bien despierta
mira que ya amaneció
Ya los pajarillos cantan
la luna ya se metió

Que linda está la mañana
en que vengo a saludarte
Venimos todos con gusto
y placer a felicitarte
El día en que tu naciste
nacieron todas las flores
En la pila del bautismo
cantaron los ruiseñores
Ya viene amaneciendo
ya la luz del día nos dio
Levántate de mañana
mira que ya amaneció

          

It's a sad fact
That the old map
Can never tell you where to go
I'm an old soul
In a young shell
I broke down at the crossroads Have you ever wandered alone?
For so very long that alone becomes your home?
It's a beautiful place, but a matter of taste
Yeah loneliness is subtle and strong It's a sad fact
That the old map
Can never show you where to go
I'm an old soul
In a young shell
I broke down at the crossroads

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not be seen
And I'll hide away for another day Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

I've got a Gibson
without a case
but i can't get that even tan look on my face.

Ill fitting clothes
and I blend with the crowd.
Fingers too clumbsy
voice too loud.

 phineas wrote: 
Don't make me sit on you.

 newwavegurly wrote: 
That's what everyone is afraid of...

 cookinlover wrote: 
That's what I was afraid of.

 newwavegurly wrote: 
Pffft...  my ass fits snug leather pants so tightly that the seams split.

 cookinlover wrote: 
You're just jealous that your ass doesn't look as good as his in a pair of snug fitting leather pants. 

 newwavegurly wrote: 
sOr ry if th_i s is h*ard too re%ad. My e yes m-ellted wen I red ur Mark Wa^hl b erg commment.

 cookinlover wrote: 
HobieJoe's wisdom...

 cookinlover wrote: 
I say you last... 5 minutes, tops.

 newwavegurly wrote: 
I'll show them... I'll give then the silent treatment.

 cookinlover wrote: 
Totally missed this earlier, Cookie.
 
What a crock of shite. No monastery would have you.  

 newwavegurly wrote: 
 What is this lust and passion you speak of? We've never heard those words here at the monastery.

 cookinlover wrote: 

 
I actually found this lyric to strike a bit of a chord:

there's no rules to lust
only passion, and it can be so unjust