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Air, Fire, Water

by The Plastic E-Gulls

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1.
Virgin Lady 01:03
Virgin lady I'm so hazy Hazy from that Rock and roll Virgin lover Like no other Speaking from that Heart and soul Where you from, girl? Jamaica, girl? Bubble gum I'm Afraid you blew Come to my place A good guy place Because I'm a Virgin too
2.
Virgin Lady's drivin me crazy She says she feels like fire in the hole Didn't do anything. Just bein' lazy Guess she doesn't like rock n roll There goes my replacement for the bass player in the band Guess I'll have to do the work by hand Oh man You can't leave them windows open Lets the flies and bugs inside That's why nothing here is in motion Hope you see me eye to eye I'm not trying to be crazy, not tryin to be insane Everything in here runs down the drain Okay? Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Looked that up on Google Chrome Knock knock knock anybody else there? Sorry but they all went home Where are all my lemons, and where are all my limes? First song I ever written in cut time! Oh my! Got the basics? I don't mind Never wrote a song like this kind One more thing I'd like to say is I'm gonna sing we're on this way.
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I Wanna Be 02:53
I wanna be a big superstar Living with the groupies eating caviar Dinner at Sardi's, booze every day Check is common', I'm gonna pay I wanna be a big maniac Makin' fun of flying squirrels and acrobats Doin' the stand-up, no sitting down Someone get me out of this town I don't wanna be a continental Don't wanna be paying a price I'd rather be Just silly old me Nothing but sugar and spice And everything nice. I wanna be an impresario Introducing boys and girls to rock and roll Out with the old stuff, in with the new Find me on MTV2 Why not be a site planner I could build and buy my own manor Make the architecture look trippy (Some sort of counter-melody?) You bet your sweet bippy Perhaps a chef for a dinner table That'd be a sight to see But I want a light touch That doesn't cost any much The one thing I really wanna be Silly old me. Once I wanted to be a superhero But then it came to me that it was such a big deal-o Take my friend Biff Farley-You remember him? He got electrocuted-Boy did that sound grim! So now he's magnetized and uses it on the go North Pole above and South Pole below Now he's making me worried of my floppy disks Loosing that and my life I don't wanna risk! I wanna be just what I wanna be Easier than learning all my ABC's Jump Jimmy Jangle Jingle Ja Jim Gimmie the yang and the yin And maybe I'll win.
4.
On a street, there's a box round the corner Waiting for someone to step inside And it asks for a dime and a quarter The door is shut and now begins the ride A vacuum puts a disc on a table A needle lowers and begins to carve A light goes on, and noise goes through the cables The speaker couldn't do anything else but starve He sang a song he hoped would be two minutes or so It couldn't be any longer or shorter The song is done, the needle lifts, the disc comes out below Not bad for a dime and a quarter The man he took an interest of that little booth he found He went back again and again In no time at all, he had a repertoire of songs and saw that it was time to tell some friends Billy said it should be on a label Danny said he wanted to hear more A music company sent to him a contract The starving man prepared for his encore He sang his songs, that mostly were two minutes or so They couldn't be any longer or shorter Concert halls, theaters, television and oh All thanks to a dime and a quarter And so our man went through a rags-to-riches story The million dollars pile on and on But you can't match his fortune and glory Cause sad to say, his record booth is gone.
5.
I wish I was in the wilderness Raccoons and deers and wildflowers I miss But it's a long way to the nearest landmass Might as well use my own grass Settin' up a Campsite in the Backyard It won't be very hard Nothing but a fence to guard My campsite in the backyard Listen as those birdies sing their song In the comfort of my own lawn Gophers and mole digging holes underground Sneakin' by without makin' sound.
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Happy Hour 04:19
Saturday, the bar at night No more worries, no more fright Waiting for the moment to arrive Find the vodka-Where's the wine? No more ice to chill the spine All we know it's waiting in the sky Welcome to my Happy Hour Blooming like a newborn flower Everyone it's Happy Hour See the full moon sift its flour Time has come, now hear the call Going near the waterfall Hear the glass door opening on its spring I've been to Old Town, and to Moe's Famous Pete's, and maybe Joe's but never ever M.J. Dowlings Now the time has come to close Everyone listening to the Bose™ Look out at the sky-you can see Mars Check is coming-Pay the bill Next time, it will be a thrill Have a happy hour at your bar
8.
Ode 03:06
Clint Eastwood Understood From San Fran USA With a breakthrough role on CBS That he was born to play First feature With the Creature From the Black Lagoon 3D from Universal Served with a cartoon Pale Rider and Tightrope Any Which Way You Can From Outlaw Josey Wales to Escape from Alcatraz Jersey Boy, Space Cowboy Since 1955 The American Sniper in a Pink Cadillac Okay Clint, Hang 'em High Was in the C.S.R.P.C. Thanks to A.S. and G.D. For two years was Mayor Of Carmel-by-the-sea Jed Cooper, Walt Coogan, Robert Kincaid, Luther Whitney Callahan, Horrigan, Everett, Thunderbolt Will Munny, Gus Lobel, Frank Corvin, David Garner Play Misty for Me A Fistful of Dollars For a Few Dollars More The Man with No Name made his way To the Italian floor Clint Eastwood In the good The bad and the ugly But I'm surprised I get blank stares when I say "Do You Feel Lucky?"
9.
Here we go now Looking for love again There's a brick in the water Don't look at me to fish it out Gimme a home for the hobo Do you want him out in the cold? There's a hole in the bucket Throw it out and get another one A mouse he chewed on the wire Now I can't answer my telephone! People say there'd be times like these when All the right locks would have all the wrong keys but My responce to that prediction "Oh Please!"
10.
I can't stop looking at your sleepy eyes Sleepy and tired Either that or You're gonna cry I know a place where you can hide from the pain Come shine or come rain Until the very next day Come on inside You had your chance to be lonely The front door is right there open wide Your eyes are baggy And your clothes are all worn I want you to Come on inside We have a room for you to stay from the cold Silver and gold I must say is Not really old Get nice and cozy now and turn off the light Have a good night and don't you let the bugs bite Tinker tailor soldier spy If you're nothing, neither I Freedom fighter, dragonfly All good to my eye The sun is rising now at daybreak Awake Would you like a milkshake What's that you're telling me? You're leaving at ten? In that case kiss me good man Until we meet again Goodbye for now We're all so glad you can make it We'd force you out but we don't know how We hoped you enjoyed us and will come back again but in the meantime Goodbye for now

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A well-deserved--and better-sounding--follow-up to "One More for the Road", the band's sophomoric effort contains ten new songs. Brian and Ellen have their share of time before the microphone on several pieces, but Tina is absent for "personal reasons", leaving Ian to play bass (in addition to guitar) while she's gone.

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released August 30, 2015

Written and produced by Thomas Fay
Published by Thomas Fay Syndicate under a Creative Commons Attribution license

The Plastic E-Gulls created by Thomas Fay

A Tom: Records original TDD002
©2015 Thomas Fay Syndicate, trading as Tom: Records

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The Plastic E-Gulls New York, New York

A (virtual) East End-based garage band consisting of three childhood friends and a clone, they now live in the heart of Long Island City, a short train ride away from the Big Apple.

Ian Furelli (guitar)
Tina Furelli (bass)
Ellen Blinstone (keyboard)
Brian O'Feeny (drums)

Created by Thomas Fay
©Thomas Fay Syndicate
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