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Cake
Cake


Background information
Origin Sacramento, California, USA
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Funk Rock
College Rock
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capricorn Records
Upbeat Records
Associated acts Deathray
Website Website
Members
John McCrea
Vince DiFiore
Xan McCurdy
Gabe Nelson
Paulo Baldi
Former members
Greg Brown
Victor Damiani
Shon Meckfessel
Pete McNeal
Todd Roper
Frank French



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Cake Album


Prolonging The Magic (10/06/1998)
10/06/1998
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I've got wheels,
Of polished steel,
I've got tires that drive,
The road,

I've got seats that selflessly,
Hold my friends,
And a trunk that can carry,
The heaviest of loads,

I've got a 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,

And Satan is my motor,
Hear my motor power,
Satan is my motor, motor,
Hear my motor power,

Satan is the only one,
Who seems to understand,

I've got brakes,
I'm wide awake,
I can stop this car,
At anytime,

At the very last second,
I can change directions,
Turn completely around,
If I feel so inclined,

I've got a 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,

And Satan is my motor,
Hear my motor power,
Satan is my motor, motor,
Hear my motor power,

Satan is the only one,
Who seems to understand,
Satan is my motor,

Satan is my motor,
Satan is my motor,
Satan is my motor,
Satan is my motor,

Satan is my motor,
Hear my motor power,

Satan is the only one,
Who seems to understand...

. . .



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,

Oh, Baby, I was bound,
For Mexico,
Oh, Baby, I was bound,
To let you go,

I don't know much about,
Cinco DeMayo,
I'm never sure,
What it's all about,

But I said I want you,
And you don't believe me,
You said you want me,
But I've got my doubts,

Oh, Baby,I was bound,
For Mexico,
Oh, 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,

Oh, Baby, I was bound,
For Mexico,
Oh, Baby, I was bound,
To let you go

. . .



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)
Baby, (You're never there),

On the phone,
Long long distance,
Always through such,
Strong resistance,

When first you say,
You're too busy,
I wonder if you,
Even miss me,

Never there,
You're never there,
You're never, ever,
Ever ever there,

A golden bird that flies away,
A candle's fickle flame,
To think I held you yesterday,
Your love was just a game,

A golden bird that flies away,
A candle's fickle flame,
To think 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)
Baby,

Take the time,
To get to know me,
If you want me,
Why can't you just show me,

We're always on,
This roller coaster,
If you want me,
Why can't you get closer,

Never there,
You're never there,
You're never, ever,
Ever ever there,

Never there,
You're never there,
You're never, ever,
Ever ever there

. . .



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...

. . .



You turn the screws,
You tear down the bridge,
Flimsy as it is,
It's business like,

You shake my hand,
You break up the band,
Flimsy as it is,
It's open mike,

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,
It's 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,
Makes or gets him, already,
One good time at a time,

They're pouring it slowly and steady,
You're showing me where I can sign,
What I can expect to find,

But how can you say,
You'll be happy,
When you turn the screws,

You turn the screws,
Is what you choose to do,
You turn the screws,
Is what you choose to do,

You think that I,
Must turn them too,

You turn the screws,
Is what you choose to do,
You turn the screws,
Is what you choose to do,

You turn the screws...

. . .



Walk on by,
The house where you still live,
Walk on by,
The place where we would kiss,

And the room where,
I held you tight,
Tonight,
I must walk on by,

Yeah, walk on by,
The room where you still sleep,
Walk on by,
The company that you keep,

And the room where,
I held you tight,
Tonight,
I must walk on by,

Yeah, somehow, I know,
No, I won't forget you,
No, no, no, no, no,
I won't,

You won't forget me,
No, no, no, no, no, no,

I'll keep on walking,
Away from here,
I'll forget you when I reach,
The other side,

Walk on by,
The house where you still live,
Walk on by,
The place where we would kiss,

And the room where,
I held you tight,
Tonight,
I must walk on by,

And the room where,
I held you tight,
Tonight,
I must walk on by...

. . .



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...

. . .



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

. . .



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

. . .



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

. . .



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

. . .



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
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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 without 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


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