Golden
Earring - Moontan
Cesar - drums and percussion
Rinus Gerritson - bass, moog and other keyboards
Barry Hay - vocal and flute
George Kooymans - guitars and second vocal
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Side One
Candy's Going Bad *YouTube
Are You Receiving Me *YouTube
Suzy Lunacy
Side Two
Radar Love *YouTube
Just Like Vince Taylor *YouTube
The Vanilla Queen *YouTube
Candy's Going Bad
G Kooymans, B Hay
Candy took the pearls,
Got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Through neon doors,
Cross killing floors
She got sucked into a champagne desert
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said : I'll break your bones
If you come home dressed in peacock clothes
Mother said : quit the show
She didn't want the neighbours to know
Candy had to quit the show
Well, Candy didn't care,
When she started her affair
With the studs and the mares of the night
Are you satisfied?
Teddy knows the rule,
Of the underground school
He's got Candy wrapped around his finger
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said : I'll break your bones
If you don't get your tricks off the phone
Mother said : quit the show
She didn't want the neighbours to know
Candy's going bad - got a room to let
- got a pimp named Ted
- Long Green's where it's at
- she got stars in her head
Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said : I'll break your bones
If you come home dressed in Peacock clothes
Mother said : quit the show
I don't want the neighbours to know
Candy's going bad - got a room to let
Candy's going bad - got a pimp named Ted
Candy's going bad - Long Green's where it's at
Candy's going bad - she got stars in her head
Are You Receiving Me
G Kooymans, B Hay, J Fenton
If your circles could be spirals
And your idols weren't machines
If you could pick up all the signals
And flash on where you've been
Mabe you don't feel it at all
It's your own fault, crawl boy crawl
If you could quit the miming
and try some different timing
You could get a chance to be free
Are you receiving me - close to insanity
It's the pilot's plea
recharge your battery
(or are you out to lunch)
If your prayers could all be answered
and you were given time to pay
The chances would be so heavy
But you'd find a better way
Maybe you don't feel it at all
It's your own fault, crawl boy crawl
If you could quit the miming
and try some different timing
You could get a chance to be free
Are you receiving me, it's the pilot's plea
Are you receiving me, close to insanity
Are you receiving me, recharge your battery
Are you receiving me
I won't forget you, Suzy Lunacy
You finally got me where you wanted me
Another case for psychiatry
Signed: Suzy Lunacy
I can't forgive you, Suzy Lunacy
For all the things you took away from me
for undermining my security
Love : Suzy Lunacy
I'm a lookin' for love, and look what I got
Plenty of aggro, and emotional shock
My knickers in a twist, and my head's on the block
That's what you give me with your mental rock
Now I'm wondering, how our thing will end
If you're so stubborn, and refuse to bend
People around us just stand and mock
Trying to do the mental rock
Well I ain't as sweet as my mother says
I've played these games, you lay on heads
Suzy loony, you're the cream of the crop
The expert on mental rock
I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear
When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
Don't need no phone at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a wave in the air, Radar Love
The radio is playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
(Instrumental break)
No more speed, I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow
And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh one more radar lover gone
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
Just Like Vince Taylor
G Kooymans, B Hay
She had the whole world in her dress
She put my fingers to the test
She made me grease, my hair
She got me wearing leather
oh we danced till the music faded
We loved, and the taxi waited
You turn me round and round and round
Got me doing like I never did before
You take me upside down, bring me outside in
Got me going like I never came before
Just like Vince Taylor
You said I was your private monkey
and you smiled when I tried to be funky
and I never knew the score
Just like vince Taylor
Still got the chains hung down my vest
Since you said I could have been the best
You turn me round and round and round
Got me doing like I never did before
You take me upside down, bring me outside in
got me going like I never came before
Just like vince Taylor
The Vanilla Queen
G Kooymans, B Hay
Fascinating lady, snowflake in the sun
You make me feel so bourgeois
oh, you've captured everyone
I hear you've been a dancer
At some famous Paris show
and million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven,
sweetheart of the year
Secret of your beauty,
was your moontan and your fear
And now you run this city
You're still honey to the flies
Attract the incrowd dandies
Faraway-look in their eyes
You're the bright, nocturnal vanilla queen
Your mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why, nocturnal vanilla queen
You haunt me, even in my dream
It couldn't be avoided
We were bound to meet
I knew you would drag me down
and toss me off my feet
Sweet moments of desire
Sweet moments of relief
You blew down my fences
You're natural make-believe
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