i know casey already updated about the new mewithoutyou CD but that isn’t going to stop me. i love it. i love one song in particular: the fox, the crow, and the cookie. yes…that’s the video casey had on his blog too so you can go watch it there if you want. anyway, i just love the lyrics and how it’s like a story but its a song too and i think that it is real talent to be able to write a story in the form of a song and make all the words sound perfect together and everything rhymes and stuff. i dont think i could do it. plus the music is awesome too.
here are the lyrics:
The Fox, The Crow & The Cookie
Through mostly vacant streets a baker from the outskirts of his town
earned his living peddling sweets from a ragged cart he dragged around.
The clever fox crept close behind, kept an ever watchful eye
for a chance to steal a ginger spice cake or a boysenberry pie.
Looking down was the hungry crow:
when the time is right i’ll strike
and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!
The moment the baker turned around to shoo the Fox off from his cart,
the crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard,
the baker shouted threats by canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
Why, you midnight winged raccoon!
You’d better bring those pastries back, you no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!
The fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted, in his nest:
brother crow, don’t you remember me?
It’s your old friend fox with a humble request.
If you could share just a modest piece, seeing as I distracted that awful man…
This failed to persuade the crow in the least, so the fox rethought his plan:
Then, if your lovely song would grace my ears,
or, to even hear you speak
would ease my pains and fears.
The crow looked down with the candy in his beak.
Your poems of wisdom, my good crow, what a paradise they bring!
This flattery pleased the proud bird so, he opened his mouth and began to sing:
Your subtle acclamation’s true, best to give praise where praise is due.
Every rook and jay in the corvidae has been raven about me too!
They admire me, one and all… must be the passion in my ‘Caw’, my slender bill, known through the escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw…
[the cookie drops, fox retrieves it — there is commotion in the town as the baker gives chase. crow is humiliated, realizes he’s been tricked, continues his song]
Ah, I’ve got a walnut-brownie-brain and molasses in my veins,
crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered sugar funnel cake cocaine.
Let the crescent cookie rise!
These carob-colored almond eyes would rest to see my Cashew princess in the swirling marble sky
We’ll rest upon the knee where all divisions cease
to be and root beer float in our Banana Boat across the tapioca sea.
When letting all attachments go is the only prayer we know.
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh…