1. |
Edge a Little Closer
03:20
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Edge a Little Closer
(written by Stewart Cunningham)
I’ll edge closer to you
If that’s what you want me to do
Edging closer to you
Well you wanted the truth
You wanted the truth
Yeah I’ll give it to you
You want me to edge a little closer
Edge a little closer to you
I see that look in your eyes
It gives away what you hide
I can’t control myself
I’m moving closer to you
Yer acting so smooth
Like you know what to do
You want me to edge a little closer
Edge a little closer to you
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2. |
You Wear it Well
04:51
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You Wear It Well
(Written by Rod Stewart/Martin Quittenton)
I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon
but to settle down and write you a line
I've been meaning to phone you but from Minnesota
hell it's been a very long time
You wear it well
A little old fashioned but that's all right
Well I suppose you're thinking I bet he's sinking
or he wouldn't get in touch with me
Oh I ain't begging or losing my head
I sure do want you to know that you wear it well
There ain't a lady in the land so fine
Remember them basement parties, your brother's karate
the all day rock and roll shows
Them homesick blues and radical views
haven't left a mark on you, you wear it well
A little out of time but I don't mind
But I ain't forgetting that you were once mine
but I blew it without even tryin'
Now I'm eatin' my heart out tryin' to get a letter through
Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on
I'm gonna write about the birthday gown that I bought in town
when you sat down and cried on the stairs
You knew it did not cost the earth, but for what it's worth
You made me feel a millionaire and you wear it well
Madame Onassis got nothing on you
Anyway, my coffee's cold and I'm getting told
that I gotta get back to work
So when the sun goes low and you're home all alone
think of me and try not to laugh and I wear it well
I don't object if you call collect
'cos I ain't forgetting that you were once mine
but I blew it without even tryin'
Now I'm eatin' my heart out tryin' to get back to you
After all the years I hope it's the same address
Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on
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3. |
Fourteen (Again)
03:48
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Fourteen
(written by Stewart Cunningham)
When you’re 14 years old life doesn’t mean a thing
When you’re 14 you don’t think what the future will bring
You got your favorite shirt, a bicycle and a backyard swing
When you’re 14 the girl around the corner doesn’t mean a thing
It’s a beautiful thing
When you’re 14 – your riding up the hill
You gonna meet your friends after school
You’ve always got some time to kill
You want more than the world will give you
You settle for Saturday Anything can happen on Saturday
When You’re 14 years old
Gonna head down the pinball parlour
See if there’s some free games left on the machines
I heard they got a new game - it’s called space invaders
Heard some kids talking bout it on the bus.
On the way home from school
Sounded pretty cool - sounds really cool
Well your 14 years old starting fires and sleeping in tents
When you’re 14, you tape your brothers records on to cassettes
When you’re 14 - you try to runaway
you don’t like authority - don’t like authority
And now you don’t even like your dad, or the fun that you once had
You still remember all those days when he took you far away
Who’s to say he might happen again might take you down to the sea
Could happen any day, might happen this Saturday
Who’s to say – well who’s to say.
When you’re 14 years old
Que sera sera sera sera
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4. |
Baby, Lets Twist
03:41
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Baby, Lets Twist
(written by Adny Shernoff)
Well she used to be lonely
But she ain't anymore
She’s a teenage madonna
But now her clothes are all torn
She's got red lips, red lips
She's got blood on her fingertips
She's got red lips, red lips
But they ain't the kind you wanna kiss
She looks for love
Where the sun never shines
She's crying
I'm so strange, I am so strange
Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
I need love; one, two, three
Cause I can't fit in society
So baby, let's twist
A safety pin in her earlobe
A tattoo on her thigh
It's a funky situation
And a treat for the eye
She's got red lips, red lips
She's got blood on her fingertips
She's got red lips, red lips
But they ain't the kind you wanna kiss
She looks for love
Where the sun never shines ...
She's crying
I'm so strange I'm so strange, She says
Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
I need love; one, two, three
Cause I can't fit in society
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5. |
Cruel City
04:34
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Cruel City
(written by Stewart Cunningham)
Have you ever seen the sun shine clear like this, I have no pity
The rats like to hide when it’s all so bright
But I have seen what’s really inside
Have you ever seen the night sky clear and cool
It hides a cruel city
Cruel city can you look at me
You wanna know the truth it can set you free
Well come and see me
I’ll tell you ….It’s a cruel city, cruel cruel city
You tried so hard to get a break in this place
You get nothing then they spit in your face
You spend your whole life living here
and now you may as well be living in outer space
Two faced people who don’t really care
There’s no honour in Tarrawanna
Don’t fall for the cruel cruel city
You’re coming last in the human race
You’re coming last!
I survive your demise
I survive and your decline
Is the price for your crime
I survive, I will survive
Your decline…. your demise
It hasn’t always been this way
Poison in the heart and a vacuum in the brain
I’m here to tell you that it’s a tricky game
Keep your wits about you or you’ll end up in the drain
Cruel city, it’s just the same
They wanna see you fail they like it that way
Cruel city is a twisted place
Cruel city is a fuckin shame
Now you wanna runaway
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6. |
Hacemos La Musica
03:47
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Hacemos La Musica
(written by Stewart Cunningham)
We make the music, we make the music (sotto)
We are the music makers (high sotto)
We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of the dreams
We are the real deal
We are the players of strings
We make the music – we take the songs
I saw a shooting star
I didn't know what to wish for
All part of my life as a fake
All part of this great charade
I saw a shooting star – I didn’t know what to wish for
All part of my life as a fake
I live this life as a great charade
You’re all part of my life as a fake
We’re all human failures - We are all music makers
We make the music – we take the songs
We make the music – we take it on
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