Beady Eyed Bakin'

Oh brother, yet another post about Oasis?
Well, no, not quite.

Oasis, subtract Noel Gallagher = Beady Eye

Pour votre plaisir I was bored enough to transcribe the lyrics to this little gem (har har har, get it?)

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Bring The Light

I bring the light, you get to see.
You bring the love, it's ecstasy.
I see no point, what you're thinking.
I'm going out, I'm taking you drinking.

I get the car, you get hung up.
I'm standing tall, well fucking tough.
It's just your way, you hear me wrong.
I hear you say, you're getting now, getting now.

Baby hold on, baby come on.
Baby come on.
You're getting up, getting off.
Baby hold on, baby come on.
Baby come on.
You're getting up, getting now.

I bring the light, you get to see
You bring the love, it's ecstasy.
I see no point, what you're thinking.
I'm going out, I'm taking you drinking.

I'm coming in, you're coming out.
I'm coming up, you're coming down.
It's just your way, you did me wrong.
I hear you say, you're getting up, getting now.

Baby hold on, baby come on.
Baby come on.
You're getting up, getting off.
Baby hold on, baby come on.
Baby come on.
You're getting up, getting now.

Baby come on (Baby come on)
Baby come on (Baby come on)
Baby come on (Baby come on)
Baby come on, come on, come on... (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Baby come on) Baby come on
(Baby come on) Baby come on
(Baby come on) Baby come on
(Baby come on) Baby come on
(Baby come on) Baby come on, come on...

Baby come on (Baby come on)
Baby come on (Baby come on)
Well, baby come on.

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The Bananaworld verdict? Simple, basic rock 'n' roll, but rock 'n' roll nonetheless. No denying the lyrics aren't gonna start a revolution, but the piano thoroughly holds this song up. And you can jolly-well dance to it, which is sometimes all you need.

In summary: "Wait a minute guys, you spent how many minutes writing this song?? That computes to a catchiness:writing time ratio of over nine thousand to one! Rock on!"

And so to delicious cake.

A couple of baker's dozens of choclatey, nutty goodnesses.

Almost.

Too much peanut butter in the filling and too little sugar in the mix means they taste exactly like peanut butter sandwiches. Now, I like peanut butter sandwiches, but they're hardly the sort of fare one could present to others. They're not bad cakes, but it's tricky making vegan cupcakes. Not that it's actually tricky making vegan cupcakes (rocket science, it ain't) but when the cake consumadors take a bite, they expect it to be only mediocre. They're thinking, "no milk, no eggs, no taste," so I reckon I need to go that extra klick to inject some sweet, sweet sugary goodness and bring them to a level beyond what one might expect of a weirdo vegan cupcake.

Better bake some more cakes soon...