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...
Cake - Prolonging the Magic Album Lyrics
Cake - Prolonging the Magic Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Mexico
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 de Mayo
I'm never sure what it's all about
But I say I want you
And you don't believe me
You say 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
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 de Mayo
I'm never sure what it's all about
But I say I want you
And you don't believe me
You say 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
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Never There
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
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
Well, 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 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
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
Well, 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
Writer: JOHN MCCREA
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Guitar
I'm sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment
Waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm sitting, watching wind blow
Watching time go, watching cars go by
I'ma 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 clamor of jackhammers seems so faint
Well, the way you treat me
Like the only slightly brings me down a lot
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
Waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm sitting, watching wind blow
Watching time go, watching cars go by
I'ma 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 clamor of jackhammers seems so faint
Well, the way you treat me
Like the only slightly brings me down a lot
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
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
You Turn The Screws
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 mic punk rock
Red white and blue
Yeah, you twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife
A bigger better slice is what you'd 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 mixer gets it all ready
One good turn 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
It's what you choose to do
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You think that I must turn them, too
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
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 mic punk rock
Red white and blue
Yeah, you twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife
A bigger better slice is what you'd 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 mixer gets it all ready
One good turn 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
It's what you choose to do
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You think that I must turn them, too
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
Writer: John M McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Walk On By
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
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
Somehow I know, whoa
I won't forget you, no no no no no, I won't
You won't forget me, no no no no no, you won't
I'll keep on walking away from here
I'll forget you when I reach the other side
Walk, 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
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
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
Somehow I know, whoa
I won't forget you, no no no no no, I won't
You won't forget me, no no no no no, you won't
I'll keep on walking away from here
I'll forget you when I reach the other side
Walk, 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
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Sheep Go To Heaven
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
And the gravedigger puts on the forceps
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 dyin'
So you might as well have a good time, oh no
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 emptiness
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 emptiness
Old marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip
And the gravedigger puts on the forceps
The stonemason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
Now, but I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as you're born you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time, oh no
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
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
And the gravedigger puts on the forceps
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 dyin'
So you might as well have a good time, oh no
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 emptiness
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 emptiness
Old marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip
And the gravedigger puts on the forceps
The stonemason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
Now, but I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as you're born you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time, oh no
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Stamen Music
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
Do they clench like claws against your own skin
When you're living your day all over again
When you sleep (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers know? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers show? (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go, yeah? (when you sleep)
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) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers know?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers show?
(When you sleep) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep)
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
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 all over again
When you sleep (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers know? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers show? (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go, yeah? (when you sleep)
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) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers know?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers show?
(When you sleep) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep)
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Writer: JOHN M MCCREA
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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
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
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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Alpha Beta Parking Lot
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 with the dusty yellow stars
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
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 with the dusty yellow stars
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
Watching the sun go down
Breathing in the fumes from so many idling cars
Right beneath the sign with the dusty yellow stars
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
Watching the sun go down
Watching the the sun go down
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 with the dusty yellow stars
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
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 with the dusty yellow stars
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
Watching the sun go down
Breathing in the fumes from so many idling cars
Right beneath the sign with the dusty yellow stars
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
Watching the sun go down
Watching the sun, the sun
Watching the sun go down
Watching the the sun go down
Writer: Vincent Fiore, John McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Let Me Go
When she walks
She swings her arms
Instead of her hips
When she talks she moves her mouth
Instead of her lips
And 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 wonder if I could hang on
Yeah, 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
And I've waited for her for so long
I have waited for her for so long
I've wondered if I could hang on
I wonder 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, she said
Let me go, let me go
Let me go
Let me go let me go
Let me go, let, let me go
Let me go, let me go
Let me go, let me go
She swings her arms
Instead of her hips
When she talks she moves her mouth
Instead of her lips
And 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 wonder if I could hang on
Yeah, 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
And I've waited for her for so long
I have waited for her for so long
I've wondered if I could hang on
I wonder 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, she said
Let me go, let me go
Let me go
Let me go let me go
Let me go, let, let me go
Let me go, let me go
Let me go, let me go
Writer: Jim Campilongo, John M. McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Royalty Network
Cool Blue Reason
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
A minutes change like seasons
Only 8 more hours to go
Only 8 more hours to go
Only 8 more hours left 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
I'm just talking to myself, oh no
Cool blue reason wraps around your throat
The minutes change likes seasons
Only eight more hours to go
Only eight more hours to go
Only eight more hours left to go
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
A minutes change like seasons
Only 8 more hours to go
Only 8 more hours to go
Only 8 more hours left 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
I'm just talking to myself, oh no
Cool blue reason wraps around your throat
The minutes change likes seasons
Only eight more hours to go
Only eight more hours to go
Only eight more hours left to go
Writer: John M. McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Where Would I Be?
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 want 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?
Where would I be without your love?
Where would I be without your arms around me?
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 want 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?
Where would I be without your love?
Where would I be without your arms around me?
Writer: Christopher Gabriel Nelson, Joe Snook, John McCrea
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Prolonging the Magic is the third studio album by American alternative rock band Cake. It was released on October 6, 1998, on Capricorn Records. The sole successful single was "Never There". The album was recorded after the departure of guitarist Greg Brown and features a rotating lineup of musicians to replace him. One of them, Xan McCurdy, became his full-time replacement. On its opening week, Prolonging the Magic sold about 44,000 copies, debuting at No. 33 on the Billboard 200 chart. On 28 September 1999 the album was certified platinum by the RIAA for shipments of one million copies.
The album was given a parental advisory sticker not because of profanity but for Satanic-themed lyrics. Some copies do not feature a sticker, with the only difference being that the song "Satan Is My Motor" has been retitled "Motor".
The song "Hem of Your Garment" was featured in the film Me, Myself & Irene.
Performed By:
CakeThe album was given a parental advisory sticker not because of profanity but for Satanic-themed lyrics. Some copies do not feature a sticker, with the only difference being that the song "Satan Is My Motor" has been retitled "Motor".
The song "Hem of Your Garment" was featured in the film Me, Myself & Irene.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, experimental rock, alternative country
Producer(s): John McCrea
Length: 48:13
Released: October 6th, 1998
Year: 1998