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.Feed me feed me feed me

.Boys love pies

.Give me a better haircut

.Stealing a lipstick

.Eating cake

.Pie of today

.In my beer

.A beer in my hand

.Killing a carrot

.The solo career of   Robert Smith

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c.r.a.z.y . p.a.g.e

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Feed me feed me feed me

The cure has put out an album entitled "feed me feed me feed me".
this was a concept album dedicated to mary for the strenuous dieting she was insiting robert do before their wedding. many of these aching laments are directly adressed to his dear "m",such as "if only tonight i could eat", "why cant i have food", "how very cruel you are", "just like hunger",and "a thousand hours(since my last meal)". robert longs nostalgically for his
favorite treats, and expresses this through passionate love songs such as "the snackpie","hot hot hotcakes", "icing sugar", " the perfect gourmet", "shortbread and shakes", and "figs".
this album shows a whole range of strong emotions about food, everything from deep torment and despair over deprivation to giddy sugar highs and intense, lustful appetites. robert sums up his dieting experience perfectly as he wails, "oh it's torture...but i'm almost there"

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Boys Love Pies

I would stay so porky
If I thought it wouldn't change my life,
But I know that dieting
Will get me fans and please my wife.

Misread the labels...
Pushed weight-gain too far....
Took slimness for granted...
Thought I'd still fit through the door...

Now I would do most anything,
To get back my original size,
But I just keep on eating,
Stuffing my face with those pies,

Cos boys love Pies
Boys love pies...

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Give me a better haircut

get away from me
get your fingers out of my hair
it's way too short
it's way too short

get away from me
leave me alone
i'll wear a wig and they'll stare
with their groovy clone haircuts

grasping for hair
i'm grasping for hair
and now it's just fuzz
i'm grasping for hair

snipped my locks, oh geeze!
you cut the sweet spikey things
don't bother don't bother
apologizing your insides insides out

hair, thick, swimming round your feet
and you're sweeping, sweeping
sweeping up my lonely curls...

you stupid git stipid git stupid git!
my head's a glassy rind
i'll throw a fit throw a fit
should have known when I sat down
and saw the clippers at your side

my hair is short
you stupid dork
my hair is short
I want it back
said I wanted it fucking high
and it's not
so I'll wait until it grows

dumb scissors, scissors, scissors, snipped
get away!

Emily

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Stealing a lipstick

standing at harrod's
with the lipstick in my hand
trying not to attrack attention
of this police man
staring at the price
oh it's much too high
see my open mouth
but only hear a sigh

i'm alive
not in prison
i'm the thief
stealing a lipstick

i can turn and walk away
with the lipstick in my hands
then i stare into my pocket
i can hardly count one pence
whichever i choose
it amounts to the same
absolutely nothing

i'm alive
not in prison
i'm the thief
stealing a lipstick

 

Tangerine

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Eating cake

no pie
no cake
no frosting
no cake
no treacle
no cake
no food
no cake

cold
or baked
i'm eating cake
everybody wants to eat my cake

 

Tangerine

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Pie of today

it's not a case of eating no pie
but it still has to bake for a while
tell me i'm wrong
i don't really care

it's not a case of share and share alike
i take what i require
i wanna eat it alone
you say it's not fair

you expect me to bake
like you want it
consider the pie
and taste it again
to hold it in your arms
and eat..
eat it all alone

 

Tangerine

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In my beer

what's swimming there in my beer
oh it's just another hair
pretending to swim
in my beer

i go and get a new one
the steps i take
go so slow

i wake up and the party's over
silence
in the empty rooms

but now i got a new beer
drink it quick
the next party begins

 

Tangerine

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A beer in my hand

standing on a beach with a beer in my hand
trying not to drop my plate on to the sand
standing at a party i was not invited to
but i have to get involved i love to barbecue

i'm a pest
not guest
i'm a stranger
nicking some chicken

i can turn and walk away
or can eat some pie
staring at the sea, staring at the sky
i look in the dish
but what do i find
absolutely nothing

i'm a pest
not guest
i'm a stranger
pinching a pork chop

i see the steak go black
as the charcoal ignites
staring at the drunk looking for a fight
staring at myself
reflected in the eyes
of the cute girl on the beach
cute girl on the beach

i'm a pest
not a guest
i'm a stranger
stealing a sausage

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Killing a carrot

Standing on the farm
with a hoe in my hand
Staring at the barn,
staring at the land
Staring down the shovel
at the carrot in the ground
I see its orange top,
but I hear no sound
I'm alive. I'm dead.
I'm the farmer
Killing a carrot.

I can turn and walk away
or I can lower the plow
Staring at the grain,
staring at the cow
Whichever I choose
it amounts to the same
absolutely nothing

I'm alive. I'm dead.
I'm the farmer
Killing a carrot.

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THE SOLO CAREER OF ROBERT SMITH

After disappointing sales of their final album, Happy the Album (from which their
cover of Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows was released), the Cure split up
permanently. Left with nothing else (and a marred reputation due to his marriage
to a seventeen-year-old whose knowledge of the Cure begins with Friday, I'm in
Love), Robert Smith accepted an offer to do endorsements for Mrs. Smith's pies.

Having been paid in pies, Smith gained weight. Over Eaters' Anonymous and a
two-month stay at the Jenny Craig clinc proved futile. At three-hundred-plus
pounds, however, Smith admitted in an interview for People magazine, he had never
been happier and planned to profess his obsessive love for food musically.

The first Robert Smith solo album, Pienography, was criticized as being nothing
more than Pornography with different lyrics, which in fact it was. The album did
not sell well at first, but sales improved slowly after the Pienography tour.
Sponsored by Mrs. Smith's, the tour did fairly well. With his new back-up band
(which included former members of the b-52s), Robert danced about in colorful
muumuus, but the highlight of every show was when Smith changed the opening
lyrics of A Hundred Meals from It would be great if we all had pie to I'm going
to give all of my fans pie, at which point a hundred roadies dressed like chefs
would emerge distributing slices of pie to the audience.

In an interview with US magazine, Smith stated that Pienography, recorded in a
Marie Callendar's was more rewarding than anything he had ever done with the
Cure. Due the the extremely high catering bills rung up during its recording
however, it was not his most rewarding effor financially.

Meanwhile, several former members of the Cure decided to regroup and continue.
Smith protested and attempted to stop them, but it was proven that Michael
Dempsey had a legal right to the Cure. Eager to exact revenge upon Robert Smith,
Lol Tolhurst joined Michael Dempsey in his fight to gain control of the Cure.

It was during his legal battles that Smith recorded his second solo album, Cake.
Once again, critics lambasted Smith for his lack of originality, pointing out
that Cake was simply Faith with new lyrics.

Smith defended himself in a YM interview, explaining that, the album Cake was
influenced strongly by Faith, but it is ludicrous to suggest one is merely a
facsimile of the other. For example, the song 'Faith' goes 'nothing left but
faith,' whereas the song 'Cake...' that's 'nothing left but cake.' True, they are
somewhat similar but the similarities are very subtle.

The Cake tour, sponsored by Sara Lee, was quite similar to the Pienography tour,
except his team of roadie chefs (reduced to sixty) dealt slices of cake to the
audience.

Cake proved to be a flop and Smith was shortly the butt of many industry jokes.
Smith's musical failure was compounded by the death of band member Fred Schneider
and the loss of his legal right to the Cure.

The reformed Cure released its "debut" album shortly after smith wrapped up the
Cake tour. The album, Re-Integration, featured Andy Anderson, Boris Williams, and
Jason Cooper on percussion, Simon Gallup and Michael Dempsey on bass, and Lol
Tolhurst playing "other instruments" (as was stated in the liner notes). Though
musically awkward, the album sold well among Cure fans who had always really
liked Simon Gallup the best and those who believed Tolhurt was unfairly ousted
from the band earlier. Shortly after the release of the album, Tolhurst was
kicked out of the band.

In a drunken stupor, Tolhurst turned to Robert Smith and begged to take the place
of the late Fred Schneider in Smith's back-up band. According to Smith's
interview with the Pennysaver, It was a difficult choice - whether to work with
Lol again. So I ate a couple cheesecakes, took a nap, and when I woke up, I
figured it was worth a try.

The reunion produced the album that picked Smith up out of the gutter, Seventeen
Slices. Compared to Cake, Seventeen Slices sold successfully, though cynical
critics linked Smith's climb in popularity to the tragic murder of "Weird Al"
Yankovic, suggesting distraught fans merely flocked to another artist who sang
excessively about food.

Smith's own explanation, as presented in USA Today, was, I think Cake did so
poorly because we focused more on cake instead of pie. The new album has more
references to pie than the last one. The theory was illustrated with a pie graph.

While critics did not resist the temptation to compare Seventeen Slices to the
Cure's Seventeen Seconds, some did note Smith's ingenuity, particularly on A
Frosting, in which Smith eats several pieces of pie during the intro.

The Seventeen Slices tour drew larger crowds than even the Pienography tour years
back and Smith did not disappoint. Not only was pie once again distributed, but
every show ended with Smith, draped in a sequined muumuu, eating an entire pie in
seventeen seconds.

Despite the fact that Lol Tolhurst was intoxicated during the entire tour, Smith
kept him with the band, explaining on the Gilbert Gottfried Show, How sober do
you need to be to play the woodblock, anyhow?

 

ideas by Jon Baker, Loren Fiedler and Jessica Gluckman

article written by J. Gluckman


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