Thursday, May 31, 2018

Chocolate Cake by Crowded House


Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her plate
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake?
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave

The band of the night take you to ethereal heights over dinner
And you wander the streets never reaching the heights that you seek
And the sugar that dripped from the violins' bow
Made the children go crazy, put a hole in the tooth of a hag

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Tammy Baker must be losing her faith, yeah
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake?
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And the dogs are on the road, we're all tempting fate
Cars shooting by with no number plates
And hear comes Mrs. Hairy Legs

I saw Elvis Presley walk out of a Seven Eleven
And a woman gave birth to a baby and then bowled 257
The excess of fat on your American bones
Will cushion the impact as you sink like a stone

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Tammy Baker, Tammy Baker
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake?
Cheap Picasso, cheap Picasso fake
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Kathy Straker, boy, could she lose some weight
Can I buy another slice of real estate?
Liberace must be laughing in his grave

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?


WOW THEY WERE SAYIN' AMERICANS WERE FAT IN 1991... DAVID LETTERMAN SHOULD HAVE SAID 'YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN' YET.'

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Peach, Plumb, Pear by Joanna Newsome

We speak in the store, I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more and I'm oozing surprise
But it's late in the day and you're well on your way
What was golden went gray and I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide
And I have read the right book to interpret your look
You were knocking me down with the palm of your eye

This is unlike the story, it was written to be
I was riding its back when it used to ride me
And we were galloping manic to the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic in the face of its force

And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse

Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed so
Water runs from the snow

And am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
You've changed so
Peach, plum, pear
Peach, plum



Monday, May 28, 2018

You and Me by Feldberg

Once I thought that I could fly
I tried so hard I wonder why
So innocent and full of life
So far away the worldly strife
It′s all about you and me
It′s all about you and me
It′s all about you and me
It′s just the way it′s meant to be

After all we were young
And nothing′s new under the sun
This is where it all begun
We lead our lives on and on
On and on and on and on


It′s all about you and me
It′s all about you and me
It′s all about you and me
It′s just the way it′s meant to be
You gave me all I′ve got
Then you gave me just a little bit more
A little bit more
A little bit more

It′s all about you and me
It′s all about you and me
It′s all about you and me
It′s just the way it′s meant to be




Sunday, May 20, 2018

Attention Attention by Shinedown

Attention, attention, get down on the floor
Don't reach for your pockets, don't run for the door
The tension, the tension, it's urgent, it's real
The cameras are rolling, the envelope's sealed
Attention attention, by the way, did I mention?

The stories I hear are the stories I tell
Like jumping over buildings and sneaking out of hell
Intention, retention, it's all in your head
That pretty little mistress, that's hiding in your bed
Attention attention, by the way, did I mention?

Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
Cause the voices in my head are legendary
But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried
Keeps them coming back every day

Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul

Attention attention, 'cause this ain't a stunt
The judge is a racist, the jury's corrupt
The shelves are all empty but the seats are all filled
If you're a shiny new penny, I'm a hundred dollar bill
Attention attention, by the way, did I mention?

Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
Cause the voices in my head are legendary
But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried
Keeps them coming back every day

Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul

Attention, attention
Attention, attention
They're just villains in my mind doin' time

Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
Cause the voices in my head are legendary
But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried
Keeps them coming back every day

Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul
Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul

Attention attention
Attention attention



Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Every Day is a Miracle by David Byrne

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape
Perfect for whom, I wonder
The chicken thinks in mysterious ways
But beauty is not what we're after

Now the chicken imagines a heaven
Full of roosters and plenty of corn
And God is a very old rooster
And eggs are like Jesus, his son

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another

Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa
The pope don't mean shit to a dog
And elephants don't read newspapers
And the kiss of a chicken is hot

The brain of a chicken
And the dick of a donkey
A pig in a blanket
And that's why you want me

What does it feel like
To be your tongue
Moving around in your mouth
To be free in the forest of your love
A cockroach in the cosmos of your house

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another

I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead
I thought up the birds and the bees
My software is famous all over
My money is crawling on trees

The mind is a soft boiled potato
A jewel in a chocolate shell
I staple my love to your heart dear
With [?] beautiful smells

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another