The man on the street might just as well be btw. The man on the street might just as well
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The man on the street might just as well be btw. The man on the street might just as well
Cake - Shadow Stabbing (Comfort Eagle 2001)
Shadow Stabbing / Cake
Cake - Shadow Stabbing
Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be
Outside, outside the walls
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
But the steel eye, tight jaw
Say it all, say it all
But the white paint
Plastic saints
Say it all, say it all
Say it all, say it all, say it all, say it all
Say it all, Say it
Somebody has got to say it all
Somebody has got to say it all
My sister choreographed this dance for me. Music: Shadow Stabbing by Cake
One of the lyrics in Shadow Stabbing by Cake seems to fall outside the understanding of a lot of people – I assume because they are not old as dirt like me and don’t know a fringe detail about typewriters.
“I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last”
This is likely the blade on the typewriter mentioned in the song. On some typewriters, the carriage return lever was called “the blade” because it was shaped like a thick dagger blade or blade of grass. You’d hook it over with your left thumb to return the carriage; i.e.; “thumb the blade.”
As for it being cool, that most carriage return levers were made out of metal alloys that were poorly thermally conductive and that they stuck out into the air column rarely being handled more than an occasional slam led to them often feeling cool to the touch.
So when he is thumbing the cool blade, he’s feverishly writing and starting a new paragraph/section.
Adjectives on the typewriter. He moves his words like a prize-figher. The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell.
I just kinda wanna make out w someone while listening to cake or smthn tbh.