Eddie and the Cruisers II: Eddie Lives! Page #5

and the Cruisers are here.

All you had to do

was believe

And nothing

was out of your reach

So sure how it

all falls in line

It's just

a matter of time

It's just

a matter of time

Then you wake up

one day

All your dreams

somehow faded away

The road

that you followed, it turned

You can't find

where the fire once burned

Can't look yourself

straight in the eyes

In your heart of hearts

you've compromised

Baby, one day,

we all cross that line

It's just

a matter of time

It's just

a matter of time

All alone in

the still of the night

You come face to face

with your pride

And how much

you wanted it all

You can't believe how

you're taking the fall

Then you reach out one day

To the light of

a new dawning day

You take just one

small grain of sand

Right into the palm

of your hand

And maybe

you find in the end

You're able to

dream once again

And, baby,

you fall back in line

It's just

a matter of time

It's just

a matter of time

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hey, you were right.

Stewart was perfect on the keyboard.

He's getting there.

Oh, come on.

We blew these guys away.

We got a long way

to go, kid.

Especially if you

want to play for me.

Lyndsay Caputo.

I'm putting together the Montreal

Spring Music Festival this year.

I'm looking for a band.

You want us?

Well, I thought

it would be nice to open with a local act.

Well, that's us.

We're local.

Yeah.

You guys have got

a good sound.

Thanks.

Just a little

unpolished maybe...

We haven't been

together that long.

We're still working

out the kinks.

Well, when you get them worked out,

why don't you give me a call

and I'll give

you an audition.

Oh, this is great!

For sure I'll call you. Yeah.

Your lead singer,

he sounds a bit like Eddie Wilson.

You might want to

capitalize on that.

You know,

all this Eddie Wilson crap going on.

Oh, this is great!

Love you.

Hey, did you hear

her idea?

I mean, you know,

you do sound a little bit like Eddie Wilson.

I think it

would be a great...

Forget it, kid.

Eddie Wilson's dead.

The only thing that's gonna

make us is our music.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

And you're sure

that is Eddie Wilson playing on that tape?

Oh, absolutely.

In fact, we are now

offering $250,000

for bona fide proof

that Eddie Wilson lives.

Aren't you a little worried

that this guaranteed reward

is really a publicity stunt

to sell more Eddie and the Cruiser albums?

No, not at all.

You see, this is not

a marketing technique, Mr. King.

We are after the truth.

And I assure you,

we will pay anyone $250,000

the moment they can prove

to Satin Records that Eddie Wilson lives.

QUINN:
Give me a hand here.

CHARLIE:
Sorry, door.

RICK:
Hey, here they come!

Quick, give me my case.

Not that one,

the other one. Quick.

Hey, girls.

Hey, wanna come backstage after the show?

Come on.

Knew I should've gone to college.

I got a hot rod Ford

I got a line

that can't miss

But you just pretend

like I don't exist

Oh, I get that fever

for your sweet kiss

Honey, let's be lovers

on a night like this

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

When I call you up

on the telephone

And I know

you're sitting

home all alone

I get that fire

burning in my soul

Honey, let me in

to that heart of stone

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it

what you got

Some like it hot

I know that

your pretending

Don't you leave me

in the cold

Just put your hand

in my hand

On your mark,

get ready, set, go

Baby, come right here

Don't you run away

Just a little bit closer

Don't you be afraid

Honey, I'm your fool

But I ain't no saint

So don't be cruel

You know I just can't wait

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Baby, won't you meet me

on a midnight rendezvous?

Won't you say you want me?

You know, girl, I want you

I want to take you out

to a movie show

Honey, we can sit

in the very last row

And when they turn those

lights way down low

I'll take you

in my arms, baby

And never let you go

Don't you play too cool

Don't get too smart

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Just give it what you got

Some like it hot

Just give it

what you got

Some like it hot

(ALL CHEERING)

Take it for me, man.

I think this is

my dance.

Shouldn't you be playing?

You're right.

Wait for me

back in the room.

What did you say?

I said wait for me

back in the room.

You're kidding, right?

Hey, what the hell's

going on, Joe? Not now!

What do you mean,

not now?

I'm talking to Diane.

Go ahead.

We'll talk later.

Hey, don't tell me

what to do.

I was just

returning the favor.

RICK:
Oh, God damn it, Joe.

Where are you going?

Away from you.

Wait a minute.

Diane, I'm sorry.

You have the band

to kick around.

What do you need

me for?

I just said

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I kind of liked

seeing you jealous back there.

It surprised me.

Yeah.

It surprised me, too.

Well, Satin Records

has already released two songs

from the so-called

Eddie Wilson mystery tape.

What makes you so sure

it's not Eddie Wilson?

It can't be.

Why not?

Eddie was

a stand-up guy.

If he were alive today,

I would be right there next to him.

He wouldn't have

to hide from me. I was his friend.

Well, despite your protests,

there are a lot of people who disagree.

In fact, we're gonna go right now

to another Eddie Lives party,

sponsored by Satin Records.

They're celebrating

the release of the third song

from the Eddie Wilson

mystery tape.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

What you watching,

Diane?

Nothing good.

Joe, play that

New York City song for me.

Yeah, sure.

I wrote this

a long time ago, you know.

(STRUMMING GUITAR)

Say, hey, little girl

take me by the hand

Walk with me

down this boardwalk one last time again

We see those

pretty pier lights

Hear those

carnival sounds

We're gonna stop

right at the top tonight

When the Ferris

wheel goes round

Well, I sing

for these tourists a dream life on the water

When the dream,

it gets broken

this life gets

harder and harder

Gonna leave this

candy apple town behind

Get out

while I still can

Going to New York City

With this guitar

in my hand

Wishing on

these stars too long

Been playing

in these bars too long

Holed up

in your arms too long

Prisoner of my heart

too long

Going to New York City

Gonna find out

where I stand

And I'll be walking

down Broadway

With this guitar

in my hand

DIANE:
You really

enjoy this life, don't you?

Always traveling.

EDDIE:
Still miss Jersey.

Oh, and what's

so special about Jersey?

Baby, there's nowhere

else in the world like the Garden State.

You got miles of swamps

and mountains of dumps.

Different colored rivers,

automobile graveyards,

breweries, factories, ball parks,

all mixed up together.

It's the best place to live.

Uh-huh.

Then why does

the Statue of Liberty face the other way?

That was cruel.

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