THE CAKES' LYRICS


The Cakes have written around fifty songs (that's if they've remembered them all), here are the lyrics for some of them along with the occasional few words about the songs themselves.

Release:

Demos / Mothers Against Bacon / Quarantine / Relocate My Satellites / Sunday/Bored of Cities / Unreleased

Song:

Bored of Cities
Capricious / Chatter
Dance Keith, Dance / Dance to Pacify / Dimpled Cheek / Disease / Doubts
Edible Drums
I Know
Luxury Spa Weekend
Quarantine
Sit Down Susie / Six Years B.C. / Steal the Sky / Sunday
Teeth and Lips
What Do You Know? / When I Go, Will You Be There?
You're Late

DEMOS


Dance to Pacify

(lyrics Durose)

Ripping down the monuments of a past time
Walking through a land that has it's world defend
Tears fall from the faces of a forgotten life
While the young ones sit and laugh at the old kind

The spirit lives on in your hearts and minds
One day you'll make this work and set us free
We must do this dance to pacify the man
Embrace the Darkness of its rules and orders.


Doubts

(lyrics Durose/Harford)

This was regarded by a few people as our best song. Hopefully we'll get to do a proper recording one day.

The roots of all your problems
Are strewn across the clouds
You've got your chance to stem them
To build it on your own

And today my mind will bend,
They told me not to go through with it
They told me time would mend
But they say it's gonna be alright in the end


Go out to the woodlands
Shadow beneath the trees
Reach out your hands
To catch the falling rain beneath

And today my mind will bend,
They told me not to go through with it
They told me time would mend
But they say it's gonna be alright in the end


Gather the tiny droplets
To collect them all as one
Splash away your doubts now
Time recovered, they're gone.


Six Years B.C.

(lyrics Harford)

This might be about as political as my lyrics will ever be, it was a short piece about those politicians in the House of Lords & Commons. Musically, a great guitar riff from Mr. Durose and some nice work on lead-guitar from James.

Why don't you come over here?
Where monkeys are learning to jeer
Big ears and beer bellies
Clearly making themselves clear

We can see
Six Years B.C.
Six Years B.C.


As good as their word on the day
The only style they speak is sly
Sitting around in their lies
It's our country floating away.

We can see
Six Years B.C.
We can see

We can see
Six Years B.C.
Six Years B.C.



You're Late

(lyrics Durose/Harford)

This was written in rehearsal while we were waiting for late band member.

Wasted time, wasted lives, what has gone before
That smile on your face hides your lies
Where have you been? It's too late
I thought it was okay but it's back to it

Oh please please will you sort your life out
Please please please will you sort your life out


We've been waiting for far too long now
There's only so much we can take, you're late
Letting us down is a hobby for you
Why do you pretend the sky is blue?

Oh please please will you sort your life out
Please please please will you sort your life out
It's way too late, way too late for you


Wasted time, wasted lives, what has gone before
That smile on your face hides your lies
Where have you been? It's too late
I thought it was okay but it's back to it

Oh please please will you sort your life out
Please please please will you sort your life out
It's way too late, way too late for you



QUARANTINE


I Know

(lyrics Durose)

This is the first song we ever did together and along with Quarantine it always went down well at gigs. In those early rehearsals it was a slow grungy number, but as we became more competent musicians (ha!) it sped up and became a bit of a rocker. I also think it's the first song Mr. Durose wrote, not a bad way to start! The original recording is a bit disappointing looking back, as it almost sounds like an 80s new-romantic tune, rather than the full-on rocker it was at gigs. A certain radio DJ even said it "sounds like Spandeau Ballet from certain angles." D'oh!

Sights I've seen, I've seen I've said, I hope for our dead
These things will never be gone from your inner-consciousness
Lonely times and lonely ties you can't free your head
Till we leave this time before and give into them

I know, I see, what's happening to, to me (x2)

The blind kid on the corner says 'won't you help my friend?'
Sorry son we've no more time we've got things ahead
You left me standing there why can't you lend a hand?
Time lost time waste forgot what life's about

I know, I see, what's happening to, to me (x2)

I know, I see, what's happening to, to me (x4)


Quarantine

(lyrics Harford)

When David first played the guitar riff of this to us I knew it was going to be a good one, and this was the feel-good hit of The Cakes' early days. At one gig I even saw people I didn't know singing along in the crowd, which was pretty cool! I wrote the lyrics before The Cakes even existed, it's about people trying to break into Area 51 and despite the final verse, I don't believe the moon landings were faked.

They said that it was possible
All guns a-blazing
If they'd came out alive
It would've been amazing

Don't go there, it's highly classified
I want a go myself, but someone else tried


No one really knows
What's inside
Those that have seen
Have haplessly died

Don't go there, it's highly classified
I want a go myself, but someone else tried


They landed on the moon
Was it really there?
Shame it's quarantined
I'd certainly like a stare.

Don't go there, it's highly classified
I want a go myself, but someone else tried



Sit Down Susie

(lyrics Harford)

Shortly after The Cakes' first rehearsal I wrote the lyrics to about three songs in an hour. This was one of them, Steal the Sky was another, and I can't remember the third. I was quite proud of these lyrics at the time but I'm not so fussed now...

Take your eyes from over my shoulder -
look me in the face.
You can tell me now, you're getting older,
about those stars you forgot to chase.
Take your eyes from down at your feet,
look up at me to where our eyes meet.

I don't want any astral overtones
you're here on planet Earth
take your head from above the clouds
and tell me if it's worth it


You told me again about the man on the moon -
I can tell you Susie, it's not true.
Believe me now, I think you need help,
and you're not helping me to help you.
If you correct that stance
I'll give you one last chance.

I don't want any astral overtones
you're here on planet Earth
take your head from above the clouds
and tell me if it's worth it


Sit down Susie, and tell me how
We're going to learn and sort this out -
You said you love me? I love you,
which is why I'm willing to help you through.
You told me again about the man on the moon -
I can tell you Susie, it's not true.

I don't want any astral overtones
you're here on planet Earth
take your head from above the clouds
and tell me if it's worth it


It's not just your problem
It's mine as well
But remember what I said about celestial chat.


RELOCATE MY SATELLITES


Teeth and Lips

(lyrics Durose)


When I Go, Will You Be There?

(lyrics Harford)

This was a poem I wrote which I never intended for use in a song. One day Mr. Durose phoned me and said he loved these words and wanted to put them to some music he'd written. He played me the song down the phone and I said "yes"! This was originally an acoustic played by David for The Cakes, but eventually became a post-rock type song and live recording under Relocate My Satellites.

Through the similar sound
  of an absent dream,
I heard her speak
  my name.

I saw her eyes
  as she parted her hair,
and to this I whispered
  back to her

"When I go,
  will you be there?"

SUNDAY/BORED OF CITIES


Bored of Cities

(lyrics Harford)

I was backpacking alone around Europe for a few weeks and finding nothing particularly inspirational about Munich began to notice how some cities are just a carbon-copy of each other, having nothing unique to offer. I jotted these words down in a small notebook. It was probably a bit harsh on Munich, just on this particular day I'd felt a bit lonely, and when there are thousands of other people buzzing around and no one particularly to talk to, the noise of a city can be quite a lonely place to be. The 'home' of the chorus referred to the countryside rather than literally the home I live at. I wasn't tired of travelling on that day, just cities! I wasn't happy with the second verse, but these happened to be the only lyrics we had one rehearsal when Bored of Cities was conceived as a song, so they stuck. Some time before we recorded it, David decided to shout the song's title towards the end of the song, which proved to be very effective.

There's nothing unique in Munich
You can see Amsterdam in a single tram
You can talk about New York
Stick staples in Naples

Take me home anyday
Take me home anyday


You're better off gone than in London
You can say "adiós" to Buenos Aires
No need to go to Glasgow
Or even Timbuktu

Take me home anyday
Take me home anyday


Bored of cities!
Bored of cities!
Bored of cities!


Sunday

(lyrics Durose/Harford)

Durose and I came up with these lyrics in a few minutes (you can probably tell) one rehearsal. The song itself didn't take much longer to finish. I don't know what Durose was thinking but I imagined a homeless man who was going mad, which I think we mentioned. The "Yeah, wha' oh ohh" was Durose taking the mick out of Kaiser Chiefs, which I hated at first, but I grew to love it's insane catchiness. It's probably one of our best hooks, though this song contains hooks-a-plenty in under two minutes...

I pour some water in a paper cup
When I've drank it I'm gonna rip it up
I'd drink some wine, but I've got no money
Baby please, will you be my honey?

Yeah, wha' oh ohh (x3)
Yeah


I pour some water in a paper cup
When I've drank it I'm gonna rip it up
I'd come back home, but I've lost my leg
I'm losing my mind, can't you see?

Yeah, wha' oh ohh (x3)
Yeah...



MOTHERS AGAINST BACON


Chatter

(lyrics Durosé)

Oh I heard them speak words around me
And my ears are burning out of control
And the tide is turning, I know about you
You thought you could keep these secrets from me

But you chatter ch ch, ch ch chatter ch ch, ch ch chatter ch ch, chatters around me

Spreading sh!t and taking it, lost time
We were once friends, now you?re my enemy
Telling lies about me, I know about you
From your mouth spills deceit and hateful words

'Cause you chatter ch ch, ch ch chatter ch ch, ch ch chatter ch ch, chatters around me

I have grown above you, I will rise
And you chatter around, and it's wasted breath
Tomorrow comes, you'll regret
Lost words we'll easily forget

'Cause you chatter ch ch, ch ch chatter ch ch, ch ch chatter ch ch, chatters around me

Chatter
Chatter!
Ch Ch Chatter


Dance Keith, Dance

(lyrics Harford)

I originally called this "Distant Dreams", but one rehearsal when we were playing it Keith, the owner of the place, walked in and started dancing. It's about a childhood memory of falling asleep at night in the back of a car, the street lights a blur, and the tyres bumping over the less-smooth parts of the road...

The divots and the bumps in the road
Remind me of the old days driving home
Sitting in the back seat drifting asleep
Lights passing by in an everlasting street

Back then home seemed so far away
Nightfall, journey, drifting away


Now the world is within reach
Those distant dreams have disappeared
Sitting in the front seat drifting asleep
Lights passing by in an ever-closing street

Back then home seemed so far away
Nightfall, journey, drifting away



Edible Drums

(lyrics Harford)

These words were meant to capture the feeling of being lost in some sort of ancient labyrinth of a city, where nothing had been for hundreds of years, yet there was still life somewhere in the ether. It's probably called "Edible Drums" because we imagined bass drums as giant cakes, or something like that...that might have just been me...

Winding chasms
Heaven-reaching walls
Straight-limbed statues
Wordless calls

Poised icons
A breath of light
See leaping lion
An ancient fight

Abandoned thoughts
Mysterious air
Unsought treasures
Hang in despair


Shields raised
Courtyard stage
An empty well
Waters plague

Eerie silence
Timeless mêlée
Only your footsteps
Echoed decay

Abandoned thoughts
Mysterious air
Unsought treasures
Hang in despair


Centre sanctum
Endless future
No way out now
Devil's torture.


UNRELEASED


Capricious

(lyrics Harford)

Originally I thought these lyrics were good, but now I don't.

What she'd do next
Just couldn't predict
Climb up a mountain
Or fall down a ditch
At times she'd make sense
And then she'd just switch

At times she was heaven
Next she was hell
One moment comply
Seconds later rebel
At times she was delicious
Then she made me yell
I called her Capricious
Described her well

She'd begin to dwell
Only to move on
She'd drop a bombshell
Then say it's all fine
She'd talk about ambitions
Then say she's no dreams
I called her Capricious
Well that's how she seems

She gave me great times
Then caused me despair
Mountains she'd climb
Then fall to nowhere
One moment she's fearless
The next she's all scared
I called her Capricious
In that moment we shared

Here every day
Then never around
As loud as can be
Then not a single sound
She's lovely and kind
And then she's vicious
She messes my mind
I think she's Capricious

One moment she's evil
And then she's divine
One moment she's dull
But then she'll shine
She's so inconspicuous
Then she's so clear
I called her Capricious
When she was here.


Dimpled Cheek

(lyrics Harford)

This reminded me of Tired of Sex by Weezer. It was a good song, but a bit too long for what it was. We only played it live once and then it disappeared...

Those honest eyes, that elegant stance
You make ideas inside me dance
That pretty face, deceitful guise
And so began our great demise
I can't believe you knew

A circle of the same, your name
A circle of the same


I see another worldly you
That eloquent look that says you knew
Of all the out-of-sync demands
You tipping salt upon my plans
I can't believe you knew

A circle of the same, your name
A circle of the same


That stunning smile and dimpled cheek
I besotted on for weeks and weeks
Fae wings on your back they lay
And then that day you flew away
Tomorrow's a different day, they say.


Disease

(lyrics Durose)

At times I see your face, behind me
And some days you kiss the pain, from out of me
Droplets of beauty fall from your brow, it takes me
But then again I see your face, in the mirror

Because I see you're a disease, inside of me (x2)

All the while I live in here, trapped inside
Only this can set us free, we're alone
My forward vision dictates my speech, you leave
And I find it inside me and I resent you

Because I see you're a disease, inside of me (x2)

Eating up my very soul and it takes me
Long time for you we're still inside, what's undone?
Waiting for the look on the horizon, the sun's gone
Down with me I will take you, you deserve

Because I see you're a disease, inside of me (x4)


Luxury Spa Weekend

(lyrics Harford)

This was originally called "Antarctic Stare" but in the spirit of the time we gave songs random titles; this one the headline from an advert in a newspaper someone had left in the rehearsal room. This was almost included on Mothers Against Bacon instead of Dance Keith, Dance, but I was out-voted by the other bands members and Dance Keith, Dance it was. With hindsight, the right choice I think, one of the reasons I was against Dance Keith, Dance was it was written shortly before we were due to record the EP.

When night ceases to exist
and daylight is all you blink

beware the Antarctic stare

when clouds draw over your mind
and your brain gets left behind

beware the Antarctic stare

Disappear...disappear...disappear

ten-mile gazes in tiny spaces
awareness taken away

beware the Antarctic stare


Steal the Sky

(lyrics Harford)

I need to find my piece of mind
somewhere I can see
I need to shine one more time
so people see who's me

to innovate, not imitate
my visionary's hazy
to pro-create, not hesitate
to wherever this life will take me


I need to show you where I go
somewhere you can see
I need to scream out what I mean
so that you can hear me

to innovate, not imitate
my visionary's hazy
to pro-create, not hesitate
to wherever this life takes me


I need this time to make it mine
to steal the sky before I die
I need to rush to push my luck
and to wipe these tears from my eyes.


What Do You Know?

(lyrics Durose)

This was a fast punky song that lasted for about 50 seconds.

Oh what do you know?
Your water's getting low
You were waitin' for me
Now I can see

Oh what can you do?
I've no respect for you
Now I am free
Now I can see

Oh where will you go?
Now you're on your own
Standin' like a tree
Now I can see