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Cake - Showroom Of Compassion Album Lyrics
Cake - Showroom Of Compassion Lyrics
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA, XAN DIEUDONNE MCCURDY, CHRISTOPHER GABRIEL NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Long Time
It's been a long time
Since I've seen your smiling face
It's been a long time
Since I've seen a sunny day
It's been a long time
Since you wore your pillbox hat
It's been a long time
Since we drove your Pontiac
It's been a long time
Since you gave me butterflies
It's been a long time
Since I seen it burning in your eyes
But I don't mind (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
When I've got you next to me
It's been a long time
Since we tripped into this ditch
It's been a long time
Since we drank the a-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-arsenic
It's been a long time
Since we've been inside of this tomb
It's been a long time
Since you wore your expensive French perfume
But I don't mind (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
When I've got you next to me
It's been a long time
Since I've seen your smiling face
It's been a long time
Since I've seen a sunny day
Since I've seen your smiling face
It's been a long time
Since I've seen a sunny day
It's been a long time
Since you wore your pillbox hat
It's been a long time
Since we drove your Pontiac
It's been a long time
Since you gave me butterflies
It's been a long time
Since I seen it burning in your eyes
But I don't mind (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
When I've got you next to me
It's been a long time
Since we tripped into this ditch
It's been a long time
Since we drank the a-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-arsenic
It's been a long time
Since we've been inside of this tomb
It's been a long time
Since you wore your expensive French perfume
But I don't mind (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
No I don't (I don't mind)
When I've got you next to me
It's been a long time
Since I've seen your smiling face
It's been a long time
Since I've seen a sunny day
Writer: Christopher Gabriel Nelson, John M McCrea, Vincent Robert Di Fiore, Xan Dieudonne Mccurdy
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Got To Move
You have always got to move,
You're always trying to prove that,
There is something new in,
Everything you do.
You are mostly in your car,
You always seem so far,
No matter where you are,
You're thinking of your car,
And everything you say,
Is really just a play,
For you to get your way,
And I found out yesterday,
That no matter what you say,
And no matter what you do,
That you have got to
You have always got to move,
You're racing just to prove that,
There is something new,
In everything you do.
You are mostly on the phone,
You say you're coming home,
You say you're all alone,
But I know you're not alone.
And everything you say,
Is really just a play,
For you to get your way,
And I found out yesterday,
That no matter what you say,
And no matter what you do,
That you have got to move.
You have always got to move,
You're racing just to prove that,
There is something new in,
Everything you do.
Everything you do.
Everything you do.
You're always trying to prove that,
There is something new in,
Everything you do.
You are mostly in your car,
You always seem so far,
No matter where you are,
You're thinking of your car,
And everything you say,
Is really just a play,
For you to get your way,
And I found out yesterday,
That no matter what you say,
And no matter what you do,
That you have got to
You have always got to move,
You're racing just to prove that,
There is something new,
In everything you do.
You are mostly on the phone,
You say you're coming home,
You say you're all alone,
But I know you're not alone.
And everything you say,
Is really just a play,
For you to get your way,
And I found out yesterday,
That no matter what you say,
And no matter what you do,
That you have got to move.
You have always got to move,
You're racing just to prove that,
There is something new in,
Everything you do.
Everything you do.
Everything you do.
Writer: JOHN MCCREA, CHRISTOPHER NELSON, XAN MCCURDY
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Whats Now Is Now
You should've told me when it all began
You should've told me long ago
Someday I know you're gonna find
Just one mistake is not enough to change my mind
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all
And we can still begin again
And if the doubting faces made you go
It's only mine that matters now
Those looks will soon begin to fade
If you come back and show them all you're not afraid
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all
And we can still begin again
Now that you know how much I understand
You have no reason to be gone
And if you feel at all like me
Just let me know, I'll make it like it used to be
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all
And we can still begin again
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all (I know it all)
And we can still begin again
What's now is now (now is now)
You should've told me long ago
Someday I know you're gonna find
Just one mistake is not enough to change my mind
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all
And we can still begin again
And if the doubting faces made you go
It's only mine that matters now
Those looks will soon begin to fade
If you come back and show them all you're not afraid
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all
And we can still begin again
Now that you know how much I understand
You have no reason to be gone
And if you feel at all like me
Just let me know, I'll make it like it used to be
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all
And we can still begin again
What's now is now
And I'll forget what happened then
I know it all (I know it all)
And we can still begin again
What's now is now (now is now)
Writer: BOB GAUDIO, JAKE HOLMES, ROBERT GAUDIO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Mustache Man (Wasted)
Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind
You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find
He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile
His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly
With the mustache man on the carpet of his van
You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands
And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls
His horn-rimmed glasses lights a square beneath his curls
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
He is like a politician who is practicing a speech
He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beat
As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll
You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control
And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge
It is past 11:30 and your friends are getting down
They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer
They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find
He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile
His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly
With the mustache man on the carpet of his van
You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands
And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls
His horn-rimmed glasses lights a square beneath his curls
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
He is like a politician who is practicing a speech
He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beat
As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll
You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control
And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge
It is past 11:30 and your friends are getting down
They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer
They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
I have wasted so much time
Writer: VINCENT ROBERT DIFIORE, JOHN M MCCREA, XAN DIEUDONNE MCCURDY, CHRISTOPHER GABRIEL NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Sick Of You
I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I want to fly away
I want to fly away
I'm so sick of work
so sick of play
I don't need another day
I'm so sick of work
so sick of play
I don't need another day
I need to fly away
I need to fly away
Every shiny toy
That at first brings you joy
Will always start to cry and annoy
Every camera every phone
All the music that you own
Won't change the fact you're all alone (All alone!)
Every piece of land
every city that you plan
will crumble into tiny grains of sand
Every thing you find that at first gives you shine
always turns into the same old crime (Same old crime!)
I want to fly away
I want to fly away
I need to fly away
I need to fly away
(I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you)
(I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you)
Every little dance
Every hidden back romance
All alone (All alone!)
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I want to fly away
I want to fly away
I'm so sick of work
so sick of play
I don't need another day
I'm so sick of work
so sick of play
I don't need another day
I need to fly away
I need to fly away
Every shiny toy
That at first brings you joy
Will always start to cry and annoy
Every camera every phone
All the music that you own
Won't change the fact you're all alone (All alone!)
Every piece of land
every city that you plan
will crumble into tiny grains of sand
Every thing you find that at first gives you shine
always turns into the same old crime (Same old crime!)
I want to fly away
I want to fly away
I need to fly away
I need to fly away
(I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you)
(I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you)
Every little dance
Every hidden back romance
All alone (All alone!)
Writer: VINCENT ROBERT DIFIORE, JOHN M MCCREA, XAN DIEUDONNE MCCURDY, CHRISTOPHER GABRIEL NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Easy To Crash
Clouds hung hugely and oppressively
Over our busy little cars
Clouds hung hugely and oppressively
We didn't notice
We didn't care
We didn't notice
Driving along in our luxury cars
Down to our pretty city of stars
Down to our pretty city of stars (Stars in our eyes)
Money in pocket (Hugs on TV)
Plugs in the socket
You know it would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to
It would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to crash
Schoolteachers, bakers, bankers, congressmen
Stargazers didn't see a thing
Stockbrokers, singers, dancers, architects (Stars in our eyes)
We didn't notice
We didn't care (Hugs on TV)
We didn't notice
Plugs in the socket
You know it would be easy, so easy
It would be (It would be easy)
You know it would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to crash
It would be easy (So easy, it would be easy)
You know (It would be easy, so easy)
You know (It would be easy)
It would be easy, so easy
You know (It would be easy)
It would be easy, so easy
You know (It would be easy)
It would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to crash
Over our busy little cars
Clouds hung hugely and oppressively
We didn't notice
We didn't care
We didn't notice
Driving along in our luxury cars
Down to our pretty city of stars
Down to our pretty city of stars (Stars in our eyes)
Money in pocket (Hugs on TV)
Plugs in the socket
You know it would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to
It would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to crash
Schoolteachers, bakers, bankers, congressmen
Stargazers didn't see a thing
Stockbrokers, singers, dancers, architects (Stars in our eyes)
We didn't notice
We didn't care (Hugs on TV)
We didn't notice
Plugs in the socket
You know it would be easy, so easy
It would be (It would be easy)
You know it would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to crash
It would be easy (So easy, it would be easy)
You know (It would be easy, so easy)
You know (It would be easy)
It would be easy, so easy
You know (It would be easy)
It would be easy, so easy
You know (It would be easy)
It would be easy, so easy
It would be easy to crash
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA, XAN DIEUDONNE MCCURDY, CHRISTOPHER GABRIEL NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Bound Away
I'm an unknown individual in an unattended car
Hey, welcome to Chicago or wherever you are
New York to London, Barcelona to Berlin
Sacramento, California, we are leaving again
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound away
I'm circling, I'm swiveling, I'm waiting just to land
I'm trying to come home, but I'm here with the band
Traveling, unraveling, I'm staying on track
My plastic utensil has broken in half
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound away
There's low visibility, gusty wind and rain
My carry-on luggage is still on the plane
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours
Hours give you a lifetime and a grave with pink flowers
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound away
Away, I'm bound
Away
Hey, welcome to Chicago or wherever you are
New York to London, Barcelona to Berlin
Sacramento, California, we are leaving again
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound away
I'm circling, I'm swiveling, I'm waiting just to land
I'm trying to come home, but I'm here with the band
Traveling, unraveling, I'm staying on track
My plastic utensil has broken in half
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound away
There's low visibility, gusty wind and rain
My carry-on luggage is still on the plane
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours
Hours give you a lifetime and a grave with pink flowers
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound
Away, away, away, away
Away, I'm bound away
Away, I'm bound
Away
Writer: GREGORY P BROWN, VINCENT ROBERT DIFIORE, JOHN M MCCREA, CHRISTOPHER GABRIEL NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
The Winter
The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year
And something in my mind just got away
Being in the places where we used to be
Somehow being there without you's not the same.
Parking lots, office parks and shopping malls
And all you left were bills you hadn't paid.
The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year
And something in my mind just got away
It's all behind you now,
You're moving on.
They'll never find you now,
You're moving on, on, on.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Alcohol, cigarettes and luxury goods,
Christmas lights look desperate in this room.
Winter's light left me in the dark last night
And Jingle Bells are smothered in this gloom.
Winter's trees freezing in the bitter wind
And autumn's leaves have all been blown away.
Being in the places where we used to be
Somehow being there without you's not the same.
It's all behind you now,
You're moving on.
They'll never find you now,
You're moving on, on, on.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
It's all behind you now,
You're moving on.
They'll never find you now,
You're moving on, on, on.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
And something in my mind just got away
Being in the places where we used to be
Somehow being there without you's not the same.
Parking lots, office parks and shopping malls
And all you left were bills you hadn't paid.
The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year
And something in my mind just got away
It's all behind you now,
You're moving on.
They'll never find you now,
You're moving on, on, on.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Alcohol, cigarettes and luxury goods,
Christmas lights look desperate in this room.
Winter's light left me in the dark last night
And Jingle Bells are smothered in this gloom.
Winter's trees freezing in the bitter wind
And autumn's leaves have all been blown away.
Being in the places where we used to be
Somehow being there without you's not the same.
It's all behind you now,
You're moving on.
They'll never find you now,
You're moving on, on, on.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
It's all behind you now,
You're moving on.
They'll never find you now,
You're moving on, on, on.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, naa
Writer: VINCENT ROBERT DIFIORE, JOHN M MCCREA, XAN DIEUDONNE MCCURDY, CHRISTOPHER GABRIEL NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Italian Guy
That Italian guy over there
The one with the polyester pinstriped suit
The one with the gray hair and mustache
Must be thinking really loud thoughts
Because he's nodding and squinting and nodding and squinting
And putting down his metal cane
Like he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Yeah, he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Yeah, he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Yeah, he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
The one with the polyester pinstriped suit
The one with the gray hair and mustache
Must be thinking really loud thoughts
Because he's nodding and squinting and nodding and squinting
And putting down his metal cane
Like he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Yeah, he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Yeah, he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Yeah, he's making a point, and it's very important indeed
Writer: John Mccrea, Vincent Difiore, Xan Mccurdy
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Showroom of Compassion is the sixth full-length studio album from the band Cake, released on January 11, 2011. Produced by the band, it was the band's first studio album to be independently released. The musical style of Showroom of Compassion is grounded in the band's unique style of alternative rock, combining droll, often esoteric lyrics rife with word play and syncopation, catchy distorted guitar riffs, complex bass patterns, Moog and prominent use of trumpet. Cake's former lead guitarist, Greg Brown, makes a guest appearance on the song "Bound Away", his first appearance on a Cake album since 1996's Fashion Nugget.
The album was the band's first since the release of Pressure Chief in 2004, the longest gap to date between two consecutive Cake studio albums. It debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 for one week, becoming the band's first album to do so. The album's first single, "Sick of You", reached No. 13 on the Billboard Rock Songs chart.
A few of the songs on the album charted in the United States, including "Sick of You" (which reached No. 8 on the Bubbling Under chart and No. 4 on the Alternative Songs chart); "Long Time", which peaked at No. 15 on the Alternative Songs chart; and "Mustache Man (Wasted)", which reached No. 22 on the Alternative Songs chart.
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CakeThe album was the band's first since the release of Pressure Chief in 2004, the longest gap to date between two consecutive Cake studio albums. It debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 for one week, becoming the band's first album to do so. The album's first single, "Sick of You", reached No. 13 on the Billboard Rock Songs chart.
A few of the songs on the album charted in the United States, including "Sick of You" (which reached No. 8 on the Bubbling Under chart and No. 4 on the Alternative Songs chart); "Long Time", which peaked at No. 15 on the Alternative Songs chart; and "Mustache Man (Wasted)", which reached No. 22 on the Alternative Songs chart.
Genre(s): Experimental rock, alternative rock, classical, avant-garde
Producer(s): Cake
Length: 40:24
Released: January 11th, 2011
Year: 2011