MUSIC: Lyrics: Space Travel
Little Girl On A Sofa
Stephen Cummings
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Little girl on a sofa
Singing to herself
Military coat draped
Over her bony shoulders
Went back to my place
Stayed up playing poker
I walked her home in the cold
Pockets full of her gold
Little girl on a sofa
Is deeper than the sea
She’s pouting her lips
Playing with some paper clips
Next day I woke at three
Nothing out of the ordinary
She was not beside me
Made a list of what makes me happy
Pretty girls can travel far
But how far is too far
Pretty girls can travel far
All the way to California
Little girl on a sofa
Flipping through a magazine
She is young and pretty
Made herself a pot of coffee
Just then the phone rang
Very early
Three days later
It occurred to me
Pretty girls can travel far
But how far is too far
Pretty girls can travel far
All the way to California
Pretty girls can travel far
But how far is too far
Pretty girls can travel far
All the way to California
Little girl on a sofa
Little girl on a sofa
All the way to California
No Stopping
Stephen Cummings
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No stopping, he who stops falls over
Always straight ahead
Always forward, always follow the thread
No stopping, even in a traffic jam
No stopping, waiting for a tram
Always forward, to the beckoning light
The time will come when nobody will care any more
They will close the door
There will be no reply
Only a quiet sigh
No stopping, he who stops falls over
Always looking straight ahead
Always forward, on the edge of town
Jotting it down
No stopping, at the close of day
Always forward, collect your pay
Always forward, always follow the thread
The time will come when nobody will care any more
They will close the door
There will be no reply
Only a quiet sigh
No stopping, he who stops falls over
The squeal of screeching steel
Always forward, shut tight eyes
Until he dies
No stopping, take what you get
Always forward, to meet and embrace
Streaming light
Streaming light on your face
The time will come when nobody will care any more
They will close the door
There will be no reply
Only a quiet sigh
No stopping, he who stops falls over
No stopping, he who stops falls over
No stopping, he who stops falls over
No stopping, he who stops falls over
No stopping, he who stops falls over
No stopping, he who stops falls over
No stopping, he who stops falls over
It's Not Me, It's You
Stephen Cummings
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Won't you tell me, dear?
Why, when you appear
The strangest feeling goes through me?
Tell me, why should it be
They say the meek
Shall inherit the world
But that’s not true
And it's not me: it's you
Oh, why can't you behave?
All the promises that you gave
Why can't you be good?
And do just as you should?
I would be your slave
With my $50 haircut and $20 shave
It’s over we’re through
It's not me: it's you
Haven’t we had this conversation before?
There’s nothing more to explore
So everything works out for the best
Let’s put this love story to rest
Why are you acting so strange?
There’s nothing I could change
Well, excuse me
If you see me crying like a baby
When I thought I had her
My heart was growing sadder
You say we’re through
And it's not me: it's you
Haven’t we had this conversation before?
There’s nothing more to explore
So everything works out for the best
Let’s put this love story to rest
Oh, why can't you behave?
All the promises that you gave
Why can't you be good?
And do just as you should?
Why can't you do just as you should
It's not me: it's you
I Remember
Stephen Cummings/Bill McDonald
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I remember, you said, life can be rough
I remember, you said once is enough
I remember, you said you needed more time
I remember, you said you've changed your mind
Some guys have all the luck – I don’t have any
Couldn’t sell my soul for a penny
She would not listen to what I was saying
She walked away, and Buck Owens was a playing
I remember, you said how much you cried
I remember, you said do you know how I tried
I remember, you said you wanted to be free
I remember, how you forgot all about me
I remember, you said we could start over again
I remember, It makes me feel so ashamed
I remember, I lost my sweet helping hand
I remember, you said I got myself to blame
Hey Kitty Kitty
Stephen Cummings
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Hey Kitty, Kitty, you broke his heart
Broke his heart and made him cry
Hey, Kitty, Kitty he's been blue
He's been blue since you kissed him goodbye
Hey Kitty, Kitty, you didn't want him
You didn't want him when he wanted you
Hey, Kitty, Kitty he's found someone new,
There's not a single thing that you can do
Hey Kitty, Kitty, it's just your pride,
Just your pride that is hurt
Hey Kitty, Kitty, you'd go right out
go right out and do him dirt
Hey Kitty, Kitty, It's too late
Too late to have a change of heart
Hey Kitty, Kitty if you're smart
You’ll let him make a fresh start
Forget him cause he don't belong to you
It's too late he's found somebody new
Baby there's not a single thing that you can do
What is the matter with you, you, you
Hey Kitty, Kitty, what you did
What you did was an awful trick
Hey, Kitty, Kitty he’s found
He’s found another chick
Hey Kitty, Kitty, You better be gone
``Better be gone when he comes home
Hey Kitty, Kitty you’re on your own
You’ve lost the best loving in the whole world
From The Day I Was Born
Stephen Cummings/Bill McDonald
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From the day I was born
I have been searching
Searching for something
that I can't find
Here I go again
Hoping fate will be kind
With my curiosity
for things, I will never see,
And its funny, but not witty
heaven help me
if I can’t keep this act together
heaven help me
I can’t stand this city and its crazy weather
some might say
I should pack it in now
some might say
your health is everything
But I can’t stop my mind from wandering
life is love, life is love, love love love . . .
I give the world a smile
as if to say I am a bit crazy
He who travels all alone
Travels in a moral grey zone
I feel anxious
without a few drinks inside me
It’s the same old story
I know how it feels to be afraid, be afraid, be afraid
People don’t like to remember things
They cannot see the point
One can fight evil, but against stupidity
One is helpless
We imagine the status quo
will last an eternity
its very evil and very funny
I wonder why I bother
and then I think of you
Who Wants To Buy A Broken Heart
Stephen Cummings/Bill McDonald
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Who wants to buy a broken heart?
Who wants to hear my tale
Who wants to buy a broken heart
One broken heart for sale
No thank you, not today
that’s what I hear you say
Why settle for the crumbs
What if she never comes?
Falling in love, that's not for me
There are other places that I would rather be
It is not fair and I don’t dare
pass that way again
I don’t love you and you don’t love me
On this we can agree
Woke up this morning
As unhappy as could be
Falling in love, that's not for me
There are other places that I would rather be
It is not fair and I don’t dare
pass that way again
You hung up on me, I hung up on you
I don’t know why I do the stuff I do.
The storms of life are blowing
And all I see is you going
El Duderino
Stephen Cummings
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Give me two bloody Mary’s
Hold the juice and ice
Yeah that would be
Very nice
Not sure
how I feel
About this
bad love deal
It was one dark cold night
That my baby gave me a scary fright
She said she’d found a new romance
I begged her for one more chance
Hey honey! what is the matter with you?
How come you treat like you do, do, do?
Every winter changes to spring
Yeah, but my heart is still aching
Baby, baby I’m a still wild over you
She said that’s how she felt too
But it was for some other John
What a sick trick; now all hope is gone
Honey what is the matter with you?
How come you treat like you do, do, do?
Every winter changes to spring
Yeah, but my heart is still aching
I feel low, low as things can be
Last night she made a telephone call to me
I said baby nobody can take the place of you
She laughed and whispered, no can do
Hey honey! what is the matter with you?
How come you treat like you do, do, do?
Every winter changes to spring
Yeah, but my heart is still aching
Hurry Hurry And Let's Go
Stephen Cummings
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The strangest thing we will ever know
Is life itself, isn't that so
You try your best, but you still take the hit
There is no rational way to explain it
Stare at the unopened mail all day long
Will my life work out right or wrong
Oh, tell me where, the answers lie
Is it in some book or in your eyes
Hurry hurry, let's go
We never we know
Time's a strange fellow
Singing in the afterglow
We're a little messed up tonight
Shut the door and out go the lights
I love the one who loves me
We love each other so easily
Hurry hurry let's go
We never we know
Time's a strange fellow
Singing in the afterglow
I'm not sorry I'm growing older
Finally resigned I can't live life again
In this age of disbelief
Have to find some thing to believe in
Hurry hurry let's go
We never we know
Time's a strange fellow
Singing in the afterglow
Going To Turn You Round
Stephen Cummings
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'm so hurt to think that you lied to me
Way down deep inside what would life be?
Whether skies are grey or blue
Just as long as I'm with you
I still love you so
More than you'll ever know
You hurt me I hurt you
Like nobody else could ever do
Got the skin I love to touch,
You've got the love I need so much,
Just as long as I'm with you
That will have to do
Your arms hold me tight,
Sweet lips to kiss goodnight,
Always thinking how I’d miss
Dreaming of your tender kiss
But it's only make believe
That you're wearing on your sleeve
I'm going to wear you down
I'm going to bring you round
I Sit And Think Of You
Stephen Cummings/Bill McDonald
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A single star in the sky and I sit and think of you
A misty rain is falling, and I sit and think of you
Why did that pop into my head? I sit and think of you
I have no idea, it just did. But, love will see us through
In the darkness, and I sit and think of you
When time stretches and shrinks, I think of you too
I tell myself to stay cool, and I sit and think of you
But, love will see us through
That’s the way I remember it
The way things line up in my head
My heart cries for you
But, love will see us through
Sipping a beer, and I sit and think of you
Munching soda crackers, and I sit and think of you
Loading groceries into a bag, and I sit and think of you
Picking up the telephone, But, love will see us through
I’m stepping out of a shower, and I sit and think of you
Looking at the clock, and I sit and think of you
I try and face the future, and I sit and think of you
On a packed train, But, love will see us through
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