"Someone left the cake out in the rain;
I don't think that I can take it,
Cuz it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again,
Oh, nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

It clearly represents the opinion of Einstein that most bakers are are spiritual.

That song was weird nonsense to me even back then.

She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle

That's because she was blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce.


BTW, Badge is my favorite Clapton song.

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Mine too, dagney. I love the version by Cream :)

Great...now I've got that silly song stuck in my head on repeat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iplpKwxFH2I

The guy who wrote that song said it was about a true incident that happened to him. He had a lover who would meet him in the park for lunch until one day when she broke up with him. In his grief, he looked into a garbage can and saw apiece of cake that got rained on.

I kid you not.

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I always took it that after the death of a spouse the other spouse was convinced they could never have the same relationship with another person.

Of course that is based on my experiences.

My grandfather lived 35 years alone after grandma died.
Another aunt lived 40 alone.
Another lived almost 60 years alone. Her husband died in the first world war. She lived into her 90s. Never remarried.

“The greatest thing by far is to be a master of metaphor; it is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others; and it is also a sign of genius, since a good metaphor implies an intuitive perception of the similarity in the dissimilar.” Aristotle

Cake. What a metaphor. Frosting. Brilliant. Rain. A triple crown. If only Richard Harris could sing.

I've heard the Richard Harris rendition, and I concur.

:)



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It was Jimmy Webb who wrote "MacArthur Park,", and he's had a lot to say about it over the years.

https://www.songfacts.com/facts/richard-harris/macarthur-park

And while a lot of people have been hung on the line about the "cake in the rain," my favorite lines are in the song's bridge:

"I will take my life into my hands
And I will use it.
I will win the worship in their eyes
And I will lose it."

The lyrics suggest a narrator who is really a gambler and doesn't much care about how anybody else thinks he should live.

blindguy: You said something somewhere that reminded me of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. I can't find that post now and don't remember the topic. I'll use this thread (thanks EOD).

Video/Music for blindguy:

Jonathan Livingston Seagull - Medley

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVQ8nNxcmrM


My dad was reading this book just before he passed away. It was the last gift his youngest child, my little brother, gave him. I have a soft spot in my heart for J.L. Seagull. I didn’t know there was a song about this bird.

The video shows a cute little seagull, yet majestic when he flies, and frothy oceans, and red sunsets.

Whatever you said that triggered this memory, I’m happy to have found this video, yet it evokes sadness too at our too-early loss of my dad, with whom I always enjoyed discussing the mysteries of the universe over a cold beer in a cozy pub. And we didn't get a chance to say a long good-bye.



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Nightingale:
Thank you for the Neil Diamond video link. He certainly performed the Jonathan Livingston Seagull trilogy much better than the chorus did at my high school a few years later (funny, I was singing with that chorus).

That does bring back another memory that is strictly off of this thread but that is very funny. When practicing to do Jonothan Livingston Seagull, our choirmaster stopped us during the second song.

"I need to tell you about something you're doing," he said. "On the second number of the set, "We Dream," some of you are ending the line with "while we may," while others of you are ending that line with "while we wait." It sounds like you're all singing:

Dear Father,
We dream.
We dream
We dream
While we mate."

Ahh! The days of innocence.

Hi blindguy. Rats, I just wrote a response (late) to your reply to me a while back and when I got to the end I hit the wrong key and lost the whole thing. Oh well, small loss.

I said something like this:

Yes, I love that Neil Diamond video. I find it inspiring. Music has that power.

Funny story about your high school chorus. Days of innocence indeed.

We're expecting snow today. Nice to look at but crazy to drive in. I'm rushing to finish work so I can try and avoid the afternoon flurry we're expecting. usually it turns to rain quickly here but not before we all get anxious about an inch of snow, lol. Not like our hardy cousins back East where they deal with blizzards and banks of snow everywhere for prolonged periods. I don't have snow tires though so I make the same resolution every year, buy snow tires, and then don't do it and end up creating anxiety for myself needlessly. Humans - such creatures of habit.

Take care!

I used to live a half block from MacArthur Park and I never saw it melting in the rain, with or without sweet green icing.

Órale, ese! MacArthur Park! Tanta gente con poco dinero.



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I thought so.

I've always thought it was speaking about LDS-style temple marriage. (ie "There's no place like numb!")

THE HIVE.

See her walking whitely
As though she really was a virgin
With her tiny feet
Precisely on the line
She thinks her whitely thoughts
About the whitely things she bought
And the alter crouches silently
Waiting for the virgin to arrive
You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive
They played the whitely music
As though it was really music
In the parking-lot they're lettering a sign
The preacher says the proper things
And then the rusty alto sings
And now they'll all get roaring drunk
Pretending they're essentially alive
While the proud procession leads her to the hive
God blessed our happy cubicle
Keep it safe and sanitized
Homogenized and pasteurized
Theres no place like numb
Behold a formal female
Disappearing through the doorway
She has dreamed of this since she was only nine
Shes never really fought it
And now by God shes got it
And the alter crouches silently
Waiting for the virgin to arrive
You can almost hear her screaming
In the hive.

The song was written so that Weird Al Yankovich could make a parody of it.

AS IS ALMOST ALWAYS the case, Weird Al's parody was better than the song.

Don't laugh; who knows, he may yet win the Nobel prize for literature.