Chronarchy (chronarchy) wrote,

Damn lyric poets always talking about the freakin' "human experience" or some shit. . .

I recently managed to re-locate the mixed Cake CD that sarahdipity418 sent me once. I've been looking for it for nearly a year, and, of course, it turned out to be right where I imagined it would be.

I have realized how much I missed Cake. Such good (and amusing) songs as "Short Skirt/Long Jacket", "Building a Religion" and "Italian Leather Sofa" are songs that just don't get enough airplay.

But a song caught my attention last night.

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.

"Goddamnit," I thought. "Why does every lyricist and musician feel the need to speak to me directly about this shit?"

And then I went on with my drive home, and went to the zoo for the third time in four days.
Tags: discord, friends, gifts, hotties, music, pie, quotes, reflections

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