We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
Beyond the suns that guard this roost
Beyond your flowers of flaming truth
Beyond your latest ad campaigns
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
Cake - Fashion Nugget Album Lyrics
Cake - Fashion Nugget Lyrics
Writer: John McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
The Distance
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
[Thanks to cxharris for correcting these lyrics]
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
[Thanks to cxharris for correcting these lyrics]
Writer: Gregory Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Friend Is a Four Letter Word
To me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard
Call me morbid or absurd
But to me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
To me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard
Call me morbid or absurd
But to me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
When I go fishing
For the words
I am wishing you would say to me
I am really only praying that
The words you'll soon be saying
Might betray
The way you feel about me
But to me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard
Call me morbid or absurd
But to me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
To me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard
Call me morbid or absurd
But to me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
When I go fishing
For the words
I am wishing you would say to me
I am really only praying that
The words you'll soon be saying
Might betray
The way you feel about me
But to me
Coming from you
Friend is a four letter word
Writer: John McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Open Book
She's writing she's writing she's writing a novel
She's writing she's weaving conceiving a plot
It quickens it thickens you can't put it down now
It takes you it shakes you it makes you lose your thought
But you're caught in your own glory
You are believing your own stories
Writing your own headlines
Ignoring your own deadlines
But now you've gotta' write them all again
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you?
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you, do you, do?
You want her, confront her, just open your window
Unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch
You want it, confront it, just open your window
All you really have to do is ask
But you're caught in your own glory
You are believing your own stories
Timing your contractions
Inventing small contraptions
That will roll across your parlor's hardwood floors
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you?
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you, do you, do you?
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you, do you, do you, do you?
She's writing she's weaving conceiving a plot
It quickens it thickens you can't put it down now
It takes you it shakes you it makes you lose your thought
But you're caught in your own glory
You are believing your own stories
Writing your own headlines
Ignoring your own deadlines
But now you've gotta' write them all again
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you?
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you, do you, do?
You want her, confront her, just open your window
Unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch
You want it, confront it, just open your window
All you really have to do is ask
But you're caught in your own glory
You are believing your own stories
Timing your contractions
Inventing small contraptions
That will roll across your parlor's hardwood floors
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you?
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you, do you, do you?
You think she's an open book
But you don't know which page to turn to
Do you, do you, do you, do you?
Writer: Gregory P Brown, John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Daria
When you tried to kiss me
I only bit your tongue
When you tried to get me together
I only came undone
When you tried to tell me
The one for me was you
I was in your mattress back in 1982
Daria, I won't be soothed
Daria, I won't be soothed over like
Smoothed over like milk
Silk, a bedspread, or a quilt
Icing on a cake
Or a serene translucent lake
Daria, Daria, Daria
I won't be soothed
I won't be soothed
When you tried to tell me
Of all the love you had
I was cleaning oil from beaches
Seeing only what was bad
When you tried to feed me
I only shut my mouth
Food got on your apron
And you told me to get out
Daria, I won't be soothed
Daria, I won't be soothed over like
Smoothed over like milk
Silk, a bedspread, or a quilt
Icing on a cake
Or a serene translucent lake
Daria, Daria, Daria
Daria, Daria, Daria
Daria, I won't be soothed
I won't be soothed
I only bit your tongue
When you tried to get me together
I only came undone
When you tried to tell me
The one for me was you
I was in your mattress back in 1982
Daria, I won't be soothed
Daria, I won't be soothed over like
Smoothed over like milk
Silk, a bedspread, or a quilt
Icing on a cake
Or a serene translucent lake
Daria, Daria, Daria
I won't be soothed
I won't be soothed
When you tried to tell me
Of all the love you had
I was cleaning oil from beaches
Seeing only what was bad
When you tried to feed me
I only shut my mouth
Food got on your apron
And you told me to get out
Daria, I won't be soothed
Daria, I won't be soothed over like
Smoothed over like milk
Silk, a bedspread, or a quilt
Icing on a cake
Or a serene translucent lake
Daria, Daria, Daria
Daria, Daria, Daria
Daria, I won't be soothed
I won't be soothed
Writer: John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Race Car Ya-Yas
The land of race car ya-yas
The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear view mirrors
The land of race car ya-yas
The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear view mirrors
The land of race car ya-yas, ya-yas
Oh no, the land of race car ya-yas
The land of race car ya-yas
Race car ya-yas
The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear view mirrors
The land of race car ya-yas
The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear view mirrors
The land of race car ya-yas, ya-yas
Oh no, the land of race car ya-yas
The land of race car ya-yas
Race car ya-yas
Writer: John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
I Will Survive
At first I was afraid.
I was petrified.
I kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side.
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you'd done me wrong.
I grew strong.
I learned how to get along.
And so you're back from outer space.
I just walked in to find you here
Without that look upon your face.
I should have changed my f*cking lock.
I would have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me.
Oh now go.
Walk out the door.
Just turn around now.
You're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I.
I will survive.
As long as I know how to love
I know I'll be alive.
I've got all my life to live.
I've got all my love to give.
I will survive.
I will survive.
It took all the strength I had
Just not to fall apart.
I'm trying hard to mend
The pieces of my broken heart.
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself.
I used to cry.
But now I hold my head up high.
And you'll see me with somebody new.
I'm not that stupid little person
Still in love with you.
And so you thought you'd just drop by,
And you expect me to be free.
But now I'm saving all my lovin'
For someone who's lovin' me.
Oh now go.
Walk out the door.
Just turn around now.
You're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I.
I will survive.
As long as I know how to love
I know I'll be alive.
I've got all my life to live.
I've got all my love to give.
I will survive.
I will survive.
I was petrified.
I kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side.
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you'd done me wrong.
I grew strong.
I learned how to get along.
And so you're back from outer space.
I just walked in to find you here
Without that look upon your face.
I should have changed my f*cking lock.
I would have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me.
Oh now go.
Walk out the door.
Just turn around now.
You're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I.
I will survive.
As long as I know how to love
I know I'll be alive.
I've got all my life to live.
I've got all my love to give.
I will survive.
I will survive.
It took all the strength I had
Just not to fall apart.
I'm trying hard to mend
The pieces of my broken heart.
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself.
I used to cry.
But now I hold my head up high.
And you'll see me with somebody new.
I'm not that stupid little person
Still in love with you.
And so you thought you'd just drop by,
And you expect me to be free.
But now I'm saving all my lovin'
For someone who's lovin' me.
Oh now go.
Walk out the door.
Just turn around now.
You're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one
Who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I.
I will survive.
As long as I know how to love
I know I'll be alive.
I've got all my life to live.
I've got all my love to give.
I will survive.
I will survive.
Writer: Dino Fekaris, Frederick J. Perren
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stickshifts and Safetybelts
Stickshifts and safetybelts
Bucket seats have all got to go
When we're driving in the car
It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
But when we're driving in my Malibu
It's easy to get right next to you
I say, "Baby, scoot over, please"
And then she's right there next to me
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
Alright
Well a lot of good cars are Japanese
Yeah, but when we're driving far I need my baby
I need my baby next to me
Well, stickshifts and safetybelts
Bucket seats have all got to go
When we're driving in the car
It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
Alright
Alright
Bucket seats have all got to go
When we're driving in the car
It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
But when we're driving in my Malibu
It's easy to get right next to you
I say, "Baby, scoot over, please"
And then she's right there next to me
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
Alright
Well a lot of good cars are Japanese
Yeah, but when we're driving far I need my baby
I need my baby next to me
Well, stickshifts and safetybelts
Bucket seats have all got to go
When we're driving in the car
It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
Alright
Alright
Writer: John McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
You won't admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times I ask you
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't, dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't, dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times I ask you
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't, dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't, dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Writer: Joe Davis, Oswaldo Farres
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Its Coming Down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's raining outside
You've nowhere to hide
She's asking
You why you think it's funny (why)
It's coming down
It's coming down
She's leaving your house
She had to get out
She's mad and she'll take
Her mattress with her (mad)
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
You lie on the floor
She's slamming your door
She's gone and she's wearing
Your red sweater (gone)
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
Ah no
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's raining outside
You've nowhere to hide
She's asking
You why you think it's funny (why)
It's coming down
It's coming down
She's leaving your house
She had to get out
She's mad and she'll take
Her mattress with her (mad)
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
You lie on the floor
She's slamming your door
She's gone and she's wearing
Your red sweater (gone)
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
Ah no
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down
Writer: John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Nugget
Okay alright, uh no
This one, this one, this one
Heads of state, who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face, from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets
Now heads of state, who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face, from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f*ck up, no
Shut the f*ck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, right
Learn to buck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, shut the f*ck up
Hey ho (shut the f*ck)
Now, now
Learn to buck up
(Oh)
One, two, one two three four
Alright, oh yeah
Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels
Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels
Shut the f*ck up, no
Shut the f*ck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, now
Learn to buck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, shut the f*ck up
Hey ho (shut the f*ck)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Learn to buck up, hey
Now, simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn, my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
Now, clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn, my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
(Shut the f*ck)
Alright, okay I don't
(Shut the f*ck) wanna
I don't wanna hear it
That's right (shut the f*ck)
Oh, okay I don't wanna (shut the f*ck)
I don't wanna (shut the f*ck)
Hey, ho, ya (shut the f*ck)
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
Ooh
Yeah, one two one two one
This one, this one, this one
Heads of state, who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face, from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets
Now heads of state, who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face, from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f*ck up, no
Shut the f*ck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, right
Learn to buck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, shut the f*ck up
Hey ho (shut the f*ck)
Now, now
Learn to buck up
(Oh)
One, two, one two three four
Alright, oh yeah
Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels
Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels
Shut the f*ck up, no
Shut the f*ck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, now
Learn to buck up (shut the f*ck)
Right, shut the f*ck up
Hey ho (shut the f*ck)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Learn to buck up, hey
Now, simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn, my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
Now, clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn, my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
(Shut the f*ck)
Alright, okay I don't
(Shut the f*ck) wanna
I don't wanna hear it
That's right (shut the f*ck)
Oh, okay I don't wanna (shut the f*ck)
I don't wanna (shut the f*ck)
Hey, ho, ya (shut the f*ck)
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
Ooh
Yeah, one two one two one
Writer: Gregory P Brown, John M McCrea, Victor P Damiani
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Shell Come Back To Me
Last night I said to her
I didn't want to live inside a lie
If she wants him more than she wants me
Let this be
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
All day I wait and wait
To hear her footsteps on my walkway
She never came
She never even called
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
Somehow I know it won't last
Somehow I know it won't last too long
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
I didn't want to live inside a lie
If she wants him more than she wants me
Let this be
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
All day I wait and wait
To hear her footsteps on my walkway
She never came
She never even called
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
Somehow I know it won't last
Somehow I know it won't last too long
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
Writer: John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Italian Leather Sofa
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island
She doesn't care just as long as his ship's coming in
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no)
They laugh they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She doesn't care whether or not he's a good man
She doesn't care just as long as she still has her friends (oh no)
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island
They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She's got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine she doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag
She's got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine she doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag
In the freezer
Oh no
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no)
She doesn't care just as long as his ship's coming in
(Alright, here it comes, here it comes)
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no)
They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She doesn't care just as long as his ship's coming in
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no)
They laugh they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She doesn't care whether or not he's a good man
She doesn't care just as long as she still has her friends (oh no)
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island
They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She's got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine she doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag
She's got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine she doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag
In the freezer
Oh no
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no)
She doesn't care just as long as his ship's coming in
(Alright, here it comes, here it comes)
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no)
They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
Writer: John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Sad Songs and Waltzes
I'm writing a song all about you.
A true song as real as my tears.
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one will hear it.
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
I'll tell all about how you cheated.
I'd like for the whole world to hear.
I'd like to get even
With you cause you're leavin'.
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star.
You don't know how lucky you are.
Though my record may say it,
No one will play it.
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star.
You don't know how lucky you are.
A true song as real as my tears.
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one will hear it.
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
I'll tell all about how you cheated.
I'd like for the whole world to hear.
I'd like to get even
With you cause you're leavin'.
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star.
You don't know how lucky you are.
Though my record may say it,
No one will play it.
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star.
You don't know how lucky you are.
Writer: Willie Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fashion Nugget is the second studio album by alternative rock band Cake. It was released in 1996, and contains 14 songs. "The Distance" and "I Will Survive" became the most successful singles on the record, with the prior peaking at number 22 in the UK and at number 4 on the US Alternative Airplay Chart. The album was recorded at Paradise Studios in Sacramento, California.
On December 9, 1996, the album was certified gold by the RIAA, and the next year, the album was certified platinum for shipments of one million copies.[13
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CakeOn December 9, 1996, the album was certified gold by the RIAA, and the next year, the album was certified platinum for shipments of one million copies.[13
Genre(s): Alternative rock, funk rock, alternative country, Latin rock
Producer(s): Cake
Length: 48:36
Released: September 17th, 1996
Year: 1996