My Photo

Chronic Fevers

  • The Scot Vet
  • Geocaching

  • Virus Profile


    Click to know more

    Alternate Hypotheses

  • current
  • December 2002
  • February 2003
  • April 2003
  • May 2003
  • December 2003
  • January 2004
  • February 2004
  • March 2004
  • April 2004
  • May 2004
  • June 2004
  • August 2004
  • September 2004
  • October 2004
  • November 2004
  • December 2004
  • January 2005
  • February 2005
  • March 2005
  • April 2005
  • May 2005
  • June 2005
  • July 2005
  • August 2005
  • September 2005
  • October 2005
  • November 2005
  • December 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • June 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • 01 September 2005
    slacking off
    2 pathogens detected
    Alright, so maybe I haven't been as prolific lately as a could be. I've been busy!

    As I was driving down to have b-fast with Gravy and Jazzy this morning, I noticed that Matt had left his iPod in the car. I figured out how to turn it on with it's radio tuner dealie, and was happily listening to Cake. One of the songs off their newest album is called "Take It All Away". I had heard this song a few times, and was always amused by this line:

    "Take your economy car and your suitcase,
    Take your psycho little dogs"

    I assumed, like many Cake songs, that this was a song about social class or politics.

    Today, I listened to the whole song, and these are the lyrics:

    You keep pushing me away
    In spite of what you say
    I found out yesterday
    That I've been wasting all my time
    Trying to make you smile
    Trying to make this seem worth...
    While you've been pushing me around
    In spite of what I do
    Trying to make things good for...

    You take your economy car and your suitcase
    Take your psycho little dogs
    Take it all away

    You've been racing through my mind
    You're picking up in speed
    You're driving recklessly
    It's like a car crash happening on my street
    Broken bodies at my feet
    And sirens on the way
    They're too late
    'Cause nobody's going to save us
    We're a rubbernecker's dream
    We're burning gasoline

    Go take your economy car and your suitcase
    Take your psycho little dogs
    Take it all away
    And go
    Go ahead and destroy this
    Better come with an army
    Are you feeling feeling okay baby?

    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Take your economy car and your suitcase
    Take your psycho little dogs
    Take it all away

    Sad.