Cake Showroom of Compassion

Uscito da pochi giorni, la mia copia è ancora in North Carolina per essere impacchettata insieme al CD dei The Decemberists.
I gusti non sono gusti, sono un modo per distinguere [...].

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 croy 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! )
All alone