Not Fit To Touch

I admit it, for a long time I've been fascinated by the music of the band Cake. I guess it's because of the odd instrumentation, or because it's light and fun and melancholy all at the same time. I think that anyone who knows the oscillations of the spiritual life can relate, in the darker moments, to their song, "Hem of Your Garment:"


(All right)

I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And I'm only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines

And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
no, no
I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

I have no love but only goals
How very empty is my soul
It is a soul that feels no thrill
It is a soul that could easily kill

And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
no, no
I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

(yeah, yeah, no, all right)

I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And I'm only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines

And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
no, no
I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
no, no
And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
no, no
I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

(Yeah, yeah, no, no, all right, etc.)