David A. Stewart – Lily Was Here

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Feat. Candy Dulfer

Candy Dulfer was born on 19 September 1969 in Amsterdam in the Netherlands, as the daughter of saxophonist Hans Dulfer. She began playing the drums at the age of five. As a six-year-old she started to play the soprano saxophone. At the age of seven she switched to alto saxophone and later began playing in a local concert band Jeugd Doet Leven (English translation: “Youth Brings Life”) in Zuiderwoude.
Dulfer played her first solo on stage with her father’s band De Perikels (“The Perils”). At the age of eleven, she made her first recordings for the album I Didn’t Ask (1981) of De Perikels. In 1982, when she was twelve years old, she played as a member of Rosa King’s Ladies Horn section at the North Sea Jazz Festival. According to Dulfer, King encouraged her to become a band leader herself. In 1984, at the age of fourteen, Dulfer started her own band Funky Stuff.

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I’m sorry if I seem uninterested
Oh I’m not listenin’
Oh I’m indifferent
Truly I ain’t got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don’t even care about my well being
I don’t dance, don’t ask
I don’t need a boyfriend
So you can, go back, please enjoy your party
I’ll be here
Somewhere in the corner
Under clouds of marijuana with this boy who’s hollerin’
And I can hardly hear
Over this music I don’t listen to
And I don’t wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I’ll be over here
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
Oh oh oh I asked myself
What am I doin’ here?
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait ’til we can break up out of here
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An antisocial pessimist
But usually I don’t mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and your
Intentions aren’t to bother me, but honestly I’d rather be
Somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to
Some music with a message, (Like we usually do)
And we’ll discuss our big dreams, how we plan, to take over the planet
So pardon my manners, I hope you’ll understand that I’ll be here (Ooh)
Not there in the kitchen
With the girl who’s always gossipin’ about her friends
Oh tell them I’ll be here
(Ooh) right next to the boy who’s throwin’ up
‘Cause he can’t take what’s in his cup no more
Oh God why am I here?
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
Oh oh oh I asked myself
What am I doin’ here?
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait ’til we can break up out of here
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
Oh oh oh I asked myself, what am I doin’ here?
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait ’til we can break up out of here Here (Oh oh, oh oh)