Story Behind The Song
One too many plans made and broken by a couple of dear friends left me with the song outlet to express a tongue in cheek frustration: I love you but you're a flake, cut it out.
Song Description
a tongue in cheek comment on the often dysfunctional, superficial state of friendship in modern society: flakey
| Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Pop - Lullaby, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Passive, Diplomatic |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Frustration |
| Similar Artists |
Sheryl Crow, David Gray |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Flakes
-from cd ?The Opposite Only Better?
(c) 2000, words and music, Colleen Coadic
I?ve got this crazy idea of what it means to be a friend
to be here for you no matter what no matter when
and even though I?m striving hard to get somewhere entirely new
I would stop to listen anytime to precious you
so when you finally call and we connect momentarily
time erases memories of even how we used to be
we say how are you not wanting thoughtful answers to a thousand things
keep it surface, keep it simple, keep it nothing
I?ve got this insane ideal of what it means to succeed
to be a little better of a person than I was yesterday
often times this means I?m overwhelmed with all I see
as I strive to move faster than the demons that move me
flakes fall on my cold window
bare pretty to see
flakes on my tongue bitter
melting my humanity
yes I know from your perspective I?m too busy when you decide to call
and it?s really an effort in your world to change or do anything at all
my land is foreign spirits, witches, swords that cut like ice
but how often do I hide the blade when you ?re bleeding from unchanging vice?
you?ve got this great idea - let?s do coffee let?s do lunch
you?ll call me to call you to call back when you?re sure I?m still asleep
I?m cook for you two times and you won?t show
oh but the third time?s a charm
I know I?ve got this great idea I?ll plant reality now
my angels are really pissed at me for not honoring myself anyhow
I?ve held my breath and now I?m dead
which doesn?t matter you can?t remember you made plans with me instead
flakes fall on my cold shoulder
bare pretty to see
flakes on my tongue bitter
melting my humanity
flakes fall to the floor underneath my still moving feet
flakes
who needs friends with flakes like you if flakes is all you?ll ever be