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.
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.