All songs written & © by J Capanna
(Meadowfrog Music - BMI)
Nia Peeples recorded vocals on five of the Prufrock tracks. Dead On Arrival and Somethin' Going Right had the same
lyrics though more vocal parts were added to both with a large choral group on
DOA. DOA was also mixed with a more
country feel.

Smokin' Gun retained the same title, but entirely new words were written for Nia, and percussion was added as well
as larger background vocals.
Look At That Bottom with new lyrics became Summertime Dawn and Born Again became
Fly Away.



Summmertime Dawn
There's a light in Mamma's bedroom when we get home at three.
Means tomorrow in the mornin' I'll get the third degree.
If my Mamma keeps a lookin' she'll stomp and scream and shout.
She will see what I've been cookin she'll never let me out.

But tonight is all there is right now with you I'm gonna stay.
There's something in the Summer's wind that takes my breath away.
Well I don't need no sermon from my Mamma or my Dad and what could be so wrong about this Summer Love I had.

Chorus
Hot time in the Summertime, baby I'm gonna cure your Summertime Blues
Cause it's so fine. Gonna make you mine. All the time. Haven't got a lot to lose.
So we hold tight. Baby it's all right, sit all night kissin' on the swing on the lawn
Watch the sunrise in each other's eyes. Heavy sighs Lookin at the Summertime Dawn.
Lookin at the Summertime Dawn, Lookin at the Summertime Dawn

Well I know what they'll all tell me. My Mamma speaks her mind.
We'll discuss my reputation. Then I'll come outside to find you are waitin' round the corner in your Daddy's car
You can park and watch the sunset until the Morning Star

Chorus

Now in this space more than any place, See your face. Lookin' at the gleam in your eyes
Feel your love light on the Summer's night shinin' bright underneath the Summertime skies
Hot time in the Summertime, baby I'm gonna cure your Summertime Blues
Cause you're so fine Gonna make you mine All the time Haven't got a lot to lose

Chorus (out)



Let's Fly Away
A hundred faceless people filling the room
Our eyes collide across the way
A hundred distant voices sharing the gloom
I read your mind, I hear you say,

Chorus
Lets fly away. Far beyond the crowds.
We can catch a breeze, so that no one sees away above the clouds
Fly away. We can go so far.
We can float all night. We can see the light
To find the brightest star. To find the brightest star

Who knows in time and space the things that we might find.
Who knows in a private place with a proper state of mind.
We'll fly throught the universe far beyond the Sun.
Past the Milky Way and you'll hear me say that I love you.

Chorus
Fly away. Oh, fly away to the Brightest Star



Smokin' Gun
Why oh why, Oh why was I so naive.
I became another number in your line.
My oh my, Oh my oh how could I believe
That things would work out differently this time?

Chorus
Such a cold shot. You were red hot
In the shadows havin' fun.
She's no next of kin, so let's don't pretend
I caught you with a Smokin' Gun
I caught you with a Smokin' Gun

When oh when Oh when oh when did I go blind?
Well I thought my eyes were open to the sign.
I thought you thought we were special all the time.
I was just another blossom on the vine.
While I waited you related with some woman havin' fun
Save your big lies I've got two eyes
I caught you with your Smokin' Gun
I caught you with your Smokin' Gun
Whoo!

I believed your pretty words. I took your little ride.
But you forgot to mention all the ladies on the side.
You were an experience. A lesson to be learned
I don't need someone else's flame to know when I've been burned

Whoo - I'm gone, Sugar

Well oh well Oh well I'm good and gone
Just another brief encounter in your game
Time oh time Oh time Oh time Oh time will tell
Maybe someday you'll be treated just the same

You're so easy. Slick and sleazy And when all is said and done
She can take you. Hope she breaks you
You can have your Smokin' Gun.
You're a notch upon her gun.
Sucker, take your Smokin' Gun.
Yow!
Summertime Dawn
Let's Fly Away
Something's Going Right
Smokin' Gun
Dead on Arrival