CAKE EATER CHRONICLES: UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT

In regards to the previous post, I'm making the executive decision to change the format as we call it in the radio business, and turn the Cake Eater Chronicles into the "All Beaches, All The Time" blog. That's right, a blog devoted entirely to the Movie That Shook The World: the 1988 chick flick Beaches featuring Barbara Hershey and the indominatable Bette Midler.

Watch it. Live it. Love it. Learn it. Send us your damn money, and we aint payin' no stinkin' taxes on it either!

We're going to make the Cake Eater Chronicles own Beaches on google: to which I say,

Hey, Google! All your Beaches are belong to us!

So let me conclude with the immortal words of Chairman Bette:

Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.

It must have been cold there in my shadow,

to never have sunlight on your face.

You were content to let me shine, that's your way.

You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

Thank you and good night, and don't forget to tip your waitresses.

You know, now that you think of it, I think I'm going to use this to launch my new religion/cult/tax fraud/money laundering scheme. I mean, if you can build a huge "religious" movement out of crap like Battlefield Earth, why not crap like Beaches?

Posted by Steve at March 28, 2006 06:55 AM | TrackBack