Lyrics: Think It Over

“Think It Over” by The Cars

Every time I see you got to jump and shout

I haven’t got a clue what it’s all about

Well, I never had a dream that looked so much like you

I’ll do anything that you want me to

 

(Think it over, think it over)

Well, there’s nothing you can do to make me want to stop

(Think it over, think it over)

Well, every time you run around it makes me want to pop

 

What’s it going to take to make you change your line

What’s it going to take to get your valentine

How can I be sure that you’re the one for me

I only know that you wanted to be free

 

(Think it over, think it over)

Well, there’s nothing you can do to make me want to stop

(Think it over, think it over)

Every time you run around it makes me want to pop

Nothing you can do to make me want to stop

Every time you run around it makes me want to pop

Nothing you can do to make me want to stop

Think it over

 

Every time I see you got to jump and shout

I haven’t got a clue what it’s all about

I never had a dream that looked so much like you

Well, I’ll do anything that you want me to

 

(Think it over, think it over)

Well, there’s nothing you can do to make me want to stop

(Think it over, think it over)

Every time you run around it makes me want to pop

 

(Think it over, think it over)

Well, nothing you can do to make me want to stop

(Think it over, think it over)

Well, every time you run around it makes me want to pop

There’s nothing you can do to make me want to stop

Every time you run around it makes me want to pop

There’s nothing you can do to make me want to stop

 

Think it over, yeah

Think it over, think it over

Lyrics: This Could Be Love

“This Could Be Love” by The Cars

Oh yeah, I got time

Oh yeah, I guess I’m doing fine

‘Til I met you in the dark I was chasing little sparks

You were slinked and dressed in pink

Here was someone you wouldn’t think

 

Is this the kill? Is this the thrill?

I’ll wait until you say this could be love

This could be love

 

Oh yeah, I got hope

Oh yeah, it really comes and goes

‘Til I met you things were easy

Until I felt you things were sleazy

It doesn’t matter once I told you were someone I could hold

 

Is this the kill? Is this the thrill?

I’ll wait until you say this could be love

This could be love

This could be love, this could be love

 

Oh yeah, I want you

Oh yeah, more than you want me to

‘Til I met you in the dark I was chasing little sparks

When you think you’re going to sink

Here comes someone you wouldn’t think

 

Is this the kill? Is this the thrill?

I’ll wait until you say this could be love

You say this could be love, oh yeah

Lyrics: Cruiser

“Cruiser” by The Cars

Big city noise disappears

Sucker punch is in your heart

Life is reason, light is clue

My shape is shapeless in your suit

Chrome red eyeballs reflect and roll

The simple sun is slowly sinking

Roman shoes and pretty hats

Glitter bombs that beat the beat

You comb the night ’cause you’re a cruiser

And you never get enough when you’re cruising down the street

And you’re taking off the heat when you’re on the moonlight run

(cruiser… cruiser)

Floating jets and big vignettes

Get the treatment, grab a cab

Set aside the screaming fish

Tell the world why you’re so glad

Flip the switches, pull the plug

You always wait for better news

You need a hit, you need a suck

You don’t easily get amused

You comb the night ’cause you’re a cruiser

And you never get enough when you’re cruising down the street

And you’re taking off the heat when you’re on the moonlight run

(cruiser… cruiser)

Can’t forget about you.

LotOnMyHeadIt’s funny how my little obsession can change courses. Since Joe Milliken brought me on board to assist him with the publishing and promoting of Let’s Go! Benjamin Orr and The Cars, it’s still been ‘all Ben, all the time’, but rather than researching and gushing and pondering (and writing about it all), my main Ben focus has been doing everything I can to share the book (and through it, Ben’s legacy) with the world at large. This has been an honor and a delight to me, though it hasn’t left much time for me to immerse myself in just HIM, purely for pleasure.

After the Cleveland book event in January my schedule eased up a bit; not quite the pressure cooker it had been leading up to that party. Coincidentally, around that same time my sweet friend Ingrid (who also happens to be a research genius) pointed me in the direction of some photos of our man that I hadn’t seen before, and down the rabbit hole I went.  Something about seeing rockstar Ben through new lenses has pulled me back into his bubble of beauty and I’m enjoying just sitting back and adoring him again.

I’ve posted my favorites of the photos on Facebook, but I realize not everyone who reads this blog uses social media. So here you go:

The pictures are outtakes of the Candy-O album cover photoshoot and were taken by Jeff Albertson. Here is the link to the full stash, which includes some great photos of the whole band, as well: Candy-O Outtakes. Aren’t they amazing?

Of course, thinking about posting those here on my blog reminded me of a few other things that I’ve put on Facebook and Twitter in the last few months, but that haven’t found their way to an article here yet. Brace yourself!

These pics below were taken by Peter Simon and were part of a series of photos labeled “CARS!” ca. 1984. I love them!

Oh, and this! A devoted fan found it last fall and posted it in one of the groups, and was very generous to give me permission to share it. Now, even though the interviewer comes across as a putz, and Ben seems a little out of sorts at the beginning, and there is that watermark to contend with… still, isn’t it fabulous? Live interview footage of Ben is SO rare! I am hugely thankful we have it.

And here are the most recent photos that I’ve posted over there: Ben from 1981. You know I love those Panorama days! And that jacket with the #11 domino on the sleeve? Squeeeee!

I do have a bunch of other photos on Facebook, as well as videos of things like The Cars’ appearances on Saturday Night Live. If you’re already part of the flow, come find me on my sweetpurplejune page! If you’re not signed up for Facebook, I hope you’ll consider giving it a try. There are lots of Ben delights to be had. In the meantime, I’ll strive to bring as much of him here as I can. The journey continues!

Don’t Go To Pieces

What IS it with this song?

No matter what mood I’m in, this track meets me there. Giddy? It’s perfect for dancing. Lethargic? It makes me hyper. Sad? It cheers me up. Pissed off? It shakes its fist with me. I am so nuts about this tune and I feel like I can never get it deep enough into my system.

A few fast facts about today’s little gem. As expected, it was written by Ric Ocasek and produced by Roy Thomas Baker, and it is worthy of noting that Greg is credited on the copyright record for the music.  It first showed up when the single “Don’t Tell Me No” was released on November 10, 1980, from the Panorama album — “Don’t Go To Pieces” was the B-side. It made a second appearance as the B-side to “Gimme Some Slack,” released only a few months later, on January 5, 1981.

Having never shown up on an album (though I think it would have fit perfectly on Panorama) it was destined to fade into obscurity, but this terrific tune would not be forgotten; it found a place on Rhino Records’ 1995 compilation called, “Just What I Needed: The Cars Anthology.” Hooray! This is how I got my hot little hands on it.

According to Wikipedia, one thing that makes this song unique is it includes rare backing vocals from Elliot and Greg. They jump in singing, “You can make the switch, you can have your wish,” followed by the band joining and singing the chorus “don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby.” (I confess I always assumed Elliot and Greg sang backing vocals so I didn’t realize it was a big deal. Learning something new every day!)

As for the song, itself…

Within the first seconds after pressing ‘play’ my feet are tapping. The music is so addictive: that driving bass line, that punky guitar. My shoulders are grooving and I’m grinning like I’m plotting evil. The lyrics are on the edge of meaningless and yet somehow so relatable… signature writing from Ric and it works, largely because Benjamin’s treatment of them knocks it out of the park. Can’t help but furrow my brow and curl my lip as I sing along. (You can find the lyrics in a separate post, if you need them. They are so snide!)

And that voice! Oooo, Benjamin’s voice is so full of sensuality and attitude; so sexily edgy and scornful. But when he cuts into that chorus there’s that little catch — almost a plead — that sends me flying high. How does he DO that? “It’s all so mystical.” And in spite of him telling me not to, I do, in fact, go to pieces nearly every.single.time. B-b-b-baby!

How I wish there was live footage of them performing this song! If you come across any, let me know. In the meantime, I found this wonderful fan video that is chock full of great Benjamin pics and is absolutely scrumptious. Enjoy!

 

Lyrics: Don’t Go To Pieces

Don’t Go To Pieces by The Cars

What’s it gonna be? Red jacket girl, lover, midnight spree

What’s it gonna be? You look so imperial

What’s it gonna be? You tried and you tried but you couldn’t hook your shoelace

What’s it gonna be? Know you got intention, difficult to see

You can make the switch… You can have your wish

 

What’s it gonna prove? Turning all the dials, making all the right moves

What’s it gonna prove? It’s all so mystical

What’s it gonna prove? You look so tacky in your chrome-drip belt

What’s it gonna prove? You’re ready to rage and starting to meltdown

You can make the switch… You can have your wish

 

Don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby, don’t go to pieces

Don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby, don’t go to pieces

 

What’s it gonna show? All left out and ready to go

What’s it gonna mean? You feel like trash but you look so clean

What’s it gonna do? All of them angels jealous of you

Where’s it gonna go? Anyplace, faster pace, overcome the low blow

You can make the switch… You can have your wish

 

Don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby, don’t go to pieces

Don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby, don’t go to pieces

 

Don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby, don’t go to pieces

Ooooh, don’t go to pieces

Ooooh, b-b-b- baby

Ooooh, don’t go to pieces

Ooooh, don’t go to pieces, b-b-b-baby

Ooooh, don’t go to pieces

Ooooh