Karla DeVito — Wake ‘Em Up in Tokyo

01 Money Can’t Buy Love* 3:11 Ian Hunter / Tommy Mandel
02 Little America 3:30 Karla DeVito / Robby Benson / Danny Lawson / Steve Goldstein
03 The Hard Way 4:18 Karla DeVito / Robby Benson / Danny Lawson
04 Whatever Will Be* 4:10 Marylee Kortes / Curtis Stone
05 Love I Can Taste 4:02 Karla DeVito / Robby Benson / Danny Lawson
06 We Accelerate 3:36 Karla DeVito / Robby Benson / Steve Goldstein
07 Can’t Change My Heart 3:41 Karla DeVito / Robby Benson / Danny Lawson / Steve Goldstein
08 Nobody Makes Me Crazy (Like You Do) 3:57 Karla DeVito / Robby Benson
09 I Rocked the Boy 3:47 Marc Blatte / Robby Benson
10 The Weakness In Me 4:39 Joan Armatrading

Produced by David Anderle
Arranged and Co-Produced by Steve Goldstein
Recorded at Record One by Nike Bolas
Additional Recording by Richard Bosword
Mixed at Oasis Recording Studios by Brian Reeves

*Produced by Bob Erzin for Sarabear Ltd.

Mastered by Arnie Acosta at A&M Mastering Studios, Hollywood, CA

Musicians
Steve Goldstein: Keyboards & Synthesizers
Craig Krampf: Drums
Bob Getter: Bass
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
Craig Hull: Guitar
Jeff Southworth: Guitar
Jesse Johnson: Guitar solo on “The Weakness in Me”
Chris Page: Synthesizers
Todd McKinney: Synthesizers

Musicians on “Money Can’t Buy Love” and “Whatever Will Be”
Kevin Savigar: Keyboards
Bob Erzin: Keyboards
Joey Gallo: Synthesizer Programming
Tony Brock: Drums
Jay Davis: Bass
Steve Hunter: Guitar
Michael Landau: Guitar
Mike Hoffman: Guitar
Recorded and Mixed at One on One Studios and Producers Workshop by Paul Lani

Background Singers
Jane Wiedlin and Mary Ellen Quinn on “Little America” and “I Rocked the Boy”
Gail Farrell and Darlene Coldenhoven: Background Vocals on “Money”

Jane Wiedlin appears courtesy of IRS Records

Representation:
Eric Gardner/Pancea Entertainment Mgt.

Sam Ellis & Winston C. Simone, NY, NY

Special thanks to: Herp Albert, Jordan Harris, Rich Frankel, Gil Friesen, Ellen Vogt, Barry Korkin, Janet Smith, Paule Micallee, Chuck Beeson,; Nancy Sanders, Maggie Abbott, Brad Gelfond, Anderle, Goldie, Erzin, all the musicians and studios, Ground Control; Bill House, Danny Lawson, Sterling Smith, Gary Kenton, Mollye Mooe, and K. Stein, Sam and Win for undying friendship; welcometo Eric and Janis, ♡ to my family especially Lyric and eternally Robby eeeooh!

Write Karla C/O P.O. Box 38246, Hollywood, CA 90038

Art Direction & Design: Chuck Beeson
Photography: Andrew Sackheim

Label A&M Cat.No. 395048-1 Format LP Year 1986 Country WDR Notes

Money Can’t Buy Love

Oh, oh, oh, I’ve got you on my mind
You’re locked inside my heart, I want you all the time
And when I sleep at night I dream you’re by my side
I wanna hold you in my arms, I wanna shake you, make you realize

There’s just one thing I’ve got to give
And all the money in the world can’t every buy you this

Money can’t buy love
Money can’t buy love
Can’t buy true love
Money can’t buy love

I, I, I, I’m not a millionaire
I ain’t got no fancy clothes but all I got I wanna share
And I know a million ways to let you know I care
My love can take you there, our love can take us anywhere

There’s just one thing you’ve gotta trust
And it’ costs you nothing but it’s worth so much

Money can’t buy love
Money can’t buy love
Can’t buy true love
Money can’t buy love

So when you’re sad, remember this:
It only takes one kiss

(money can’t buy, money, money can’t buy)
(money can’t buy love, oh)
(money can’t buy, money, money can’t buy)
(money can’t buy love, oh)

Money can’t buy love
Money can’t buy love
Can’t buy true love
Money can’t buy love

Money can’t buy love
Money can’t buy love
Can’t buy true love
Money can’t buy love …
[repeat]

Written by Ian Hunter and Tommy Mandel
© 1984 Jesse John Music (ASCAP) / Tommy Mandel Music Inc (BMI)

Litte America (for Lyric)

Every morning hungry girls and boys
Soak up breakfast from a box of noise
Forever lost inside the TV zone
Pink cereal crumbs will never lead them home

While they wash your socks to make them bright
Your brains come out whiter than white
Whiter than white

(little America, -merica) La la la la la la
(little America, -merica)

A-bomb, B1, C-Jane, runaway
Look at teacher take a cut in pay
She can tell you how the garden grows
It’s no secret where the money goes

Hand over your heart, recite the pledge
Follow the leader over the edge
No no no no!!

(little America, -merica) La la la la la la
(little America, -merica)

Page after page we learn from our past
Cry after cry it’s still eyes to the sky
Try after try watch how the eagle flies

Twinkle twinkle little genius
See the world that lies between us
How I wonder what on earth you’ll do
When it all belongs to you

Now I lay you down to sleep
Pray your dreams will always keep
You awake!

(little America, -merica) La la la la la la
(little America, -merica) La la la la la la
(little America, -merica) La la la la la la
(little America, -merica) La la la la la la …

Written by Karla DeVito, Robby Benson, Danny Lawson, Steve Goldstein
© 1985 Songs of Bernadette Inc. / Newtunes (ASCAP) & Sarge Music / Black Mountain Road Music (BMI)

The Hard Way

I woke in a sweat
Wet: from a dream

Enchanted by the flowing stream
Don’t take it easy, want it rough
Don’t think we’ve ever had enough

We make love the hard way
Make love the hard way
Make love the hard way

Feel it pound
Through our veins

A most pleasurable pain
Like the view from the steepest ledge
Love our love on the razor’s edge

We make love the hard way
Make love the hard way
Make love the hard way

Don’t give me money
Don’t bring me flowers
I don’t want candy....

Twist until
We start to burn

What we get is what we earn
Scream and shout and don’t let go
Wake ‘em up in Tokyo

We make love the hard way
Make love the hard way
Make love the hard way

We make love the hard way
Make love the hard way
Make love the hard way....

Wet: from a dream…
Feel it burn…

We make love the hard way
Make love the hard way
Make love the hard way

We make love the hard way
Make love the hard way
Make love the hard way....

Written by Karla DeVito, Robby Benson, Danny Lawson
© 1985 Songs of Bernadette Inc. / Newtunes (ASCAP) & Sarge Music (BMI)

Whatever Will Be

Lately I’ve noticed time passes slowest when you’ve gone
Every hour is like a day
You gotta go now and time will show how we’ll go on
No need to turn away, I’m not cryin’

We’ve been here before
There’s no lock on the door

Whatever will be —
If the seasons collide
If the water’s too wide and too deep
It won’t make any difference to me

Whatever will be —
If you’re caught in the dark
There’s a light in my heart you can see
I will hold it for you constantly

We live in pieces, we take what pleases us and go
But you have all of me to hold on to
Don’t worry this time, you will always be mine

Whatever will be —
If the seasons collide
If the water’s too wide and too deep
It won’t make any difference to me

Whatever will be —
If you’re caught in the dark
There’s a light in my heart you can see
I will hold it for you constantly

I know what you’re thinking
It’s hard to believe
Time’s gonna tell you, I’ll never leave....

Whatever will be —
Whatever will be —

Whatever will be —
If the seasons collide
If the water’s too wide and too deep
It won’t make any difference to me

Whatever will be —
If you’re caught in the dark
There’s a light in my heart you can see
I will hold it for you constantly …
[repeat chorus and fade]

Written by Curtis Stone and Marylee Kortes
© 1984 MCA Music, a division of MCA, Inc. / Music Corporation of America, Inc.

Love I Can Taste (A Cautionary Tale)

In this age of iceberg tips
You gotta watch out where you put your lips
You don’t know what lies beneath the waves
Love may be the last thing that you can save

A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
Give me love that I can taste
Can’t you see it on my face?
Give me love that I can taste
Give me love that I can taste

In this whirling frigid air
I gotta sink my teeth in something rare
I wanna wrap you up and take you home
This galloping gourmet shall never roam

A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
Give me love that I can taste
Can’t you see it on my face?
Give me love that I can taste
Give me love that I can taste

That filet on the menu
May promise something sweet
But be careful you don’t end up
With just a piece of meat

In this land of the waltzing dead
Where the staff of life is bread
People sell their buns just to bake a buck
Instead of making love they just get lucky

A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
Give me love that I can taste
Can’t you see it on my face?
Give me love that I can taste
Give me love that I can taste

Ah aah, ah aah…

I can taste it!
Give me love that I can taste
Give me love that I can taste....

Written by Karla DeVito, Robby Benson, Danny Lawson
© 1985 Songs of Bernadette Inc. / Newtunes (ASCAP) & Sarge Music (BMI)

We Accelerate

Daddy loves you but he’s frightened by what you know
When he was your age
He went out with the boys
Kicked up his heels and made noise

Now kids are different
Faster than the speed of sound
Those can’t be children
Who stand up to the crowd
Throw up their fist and talk loud

Don’t look at age
Look into our eyes
Enter our minds
But don’t analyse, just visualize

We keep our foot on the gas
We keep our eyes on the road
We keep our hands on the wheel
We carry heavier loads
So you wanna know where the children are?
Trying to survive

We accelerate
We accelerate

Watch the kite soar into the glow of the nuclear war
Why aren’t you sleeping?
Get the world of your mind
Take a deep breath and unwind

But don’t look back now
‘Cause somebody’s comin up from behind
No time for sleeping
Stay ahead of the pack
Learn to stand tall and fight back

When did it change?
When did childhood die?
Enter our minds
But don’t analyse, just visualize

We keep our foot on the gas
We keep our eyes on the road
We keep our hands on the wheel
We carry heavier loads
So you wanna know where the children are?
Trying to survive

We accelerate
We accelerate

Moral evolution hurries
Dying minds comprise the jury
Shouting guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, og guilty
Oh, we accelerate

We keep our foot on the gas
We keep our eyes on the road
We keep our hands on the wheel
We carry heavier loads
So you wanna know where the children are?
Trying to survive

We accelerate
We accelerate
We accelerate
We accelerate....

Written by Karla DeVito, Robby Benson, Steve Goldstein
© 1985 Songs of Bernadette Inc. (ASCAP) & Sarge Music / Black Mountain Road Music (BMI)

Can’t Change My Heart

You left a note, it said, “Cry baby cry”
Buy now you’re singing, “As time goes by”
You can change your tune
But you can’t change my heart

You filled her arms when you emptied mine
But now you’re talking ‘bout wasted time
You can change your mind
But you can’t change my heart

You can’t change my heart
You can’t change my heart
Can’t change my heart
You can tear me apart but you can’t change my heart, no no

You can change your name, it won’t change the score
‘Cause I changed the locks on my backdoor
And you can change the key
But you can’t change my heart

So put away your tear gas gun
You can’t undo what’s been undone
You can hit and run
But you can’t change my heart

You can’t change my heart
You can’t change my heart
You can’t change my heart
You can tear me apart but you can’t change my heart
No no, no
No no, no

Now we both know what it means
To cut yourself on broken dreams
And it’s such a shame —
But you won’t change my heart

No, you can’t change my heart
You can’t change my heart
Can’t change my heart
You can tear me apart but you can’t change my heart
My heart, no, no no, no
You can tear me apart but you can’t change my heart
My heart, no, no no, no
You can tear me apart but you can’t change my heart …
[fade]

Written by Karla DeVito, Robby Benson, Danny Lawson, Steve Goldstein
© 1985 Songs of Bernadette Inc. / Newtunes (ASCAP) & Sarge Music / Black Mountain Road Music (BMI)

Nobody Makes Me Crazy (Like You Do)

I made the first move on the floor
Piling up points and driving hard for more
But you weren’t keeping score

I couldn’t let you get away
I tried of something cool to say
So I begged you to stay

Nobody knocks me dead
Nobody turns my head
But nobody makes me crazy — like you do
Like you do

You told me to call you on the phone
It was busy for hours and then you’re never home
Or you’re not alone

You left me standing on the street
In pouring down rain and burning up in heat
And oh so incomplete

Nobody makes me a fool
Nobody breaks my rules
But nobody makes me crazy — like you do
Like you do

Say it’s alright
Say it’s alright
Say we’ll spend all time together

Beware the heart unleashed and unchained
I’m over the edge — but I’m not ashamed

Finally in my deepest hold
In my prison, under my control
I’ll never let you go

Nobody half as tough
Nobody tears me up
But nobody makes me crazy —

Nobody knocks me dead
Nobody turns my head
But nobody makes me crazy —— like you do
Like you do
Like you’ll do, like you’ll do....

Written by Karla DeVito and Robby Benson
© 1985 Songs of Bernadette Inc. (ASCAP) & Sarge Music / Rosstown Music (BMI)

I Rocked the Boy

Everybody told me about him, about how great he was
But you know, there are some things you just gotta find out for yourself

Hey everybody, believe it or not
At the party
I rocked the boy till the boy got rocked
I rocked the boy — till the boy got rocked

Everybody said the boy was best
He rocked better than all the rest
The boy’s got style
The boy’s got taste
The boy puts his moves right in your face

I was wearing my high heeled shoes
Fresh and fierce for my debut
The boy, he was whirling like a hurricane
He was rocking to the music of Purple Rain

Hey everybody, believe it or not
At the party
I rocked the boy till the boy got rocked
I rocked the boy — till the boy got rocked

The lines were drawn, we were one on one
The dance floor cleared
And they played my song, yeaaah
Break!

(na na na naa, nana nana)
(na na na naa, nana nana)

Hey big boy, you’re not so tough

Quarter to three had to cut him loose
The boy had run all out of juice
Honey, please! He said, I’m all burned out
But you know I was just starting to twist and shout

Hey everybody, believe it or not
At the party
I rocked the boy till the boy got rocked

C’mon everybody, d-d-don’t you dare stop
If you’re having a party
Rock that boy ’till the boy gets rocked

(rock, rock, rock)
Break!

(na na na naa, nana nana)
(na na na naa, nana nana) …

Original Words and Music by Marc Blatte, Additional Lyrics by Robby Benson
© 1985 Southern Music Publishing Co. Inc. & Jump Start Music (ASCAP)

The Weakness in Me

I’m not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of love
But to you, I gave my affection right from the start
I have a lover who loves me — how could I break such a heart?
Yet still you get my attention

Why do you come here when you know I’ve got troubles enough?
Why do you call me when you know I can’t answer the phone?
And make me lie when I don’t want to
And make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool?
You make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me

Feeling guilty, worried, waking from tormented sleep
This old love has me bound, but the new love cuts
If I choose now, then I’ll lose out: one of you has to fall
I need you, and you

Why do you come here when you know I’ve got troubles enough?
Why do you call me when you know I can’t answer the phone?
And make me lie when I don’t want to
And make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool?
You make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me....

Why do you come here, and pretend to be just passing by?
When I need to see you
And I need to hold you — tightly....

Written by Joan Armatrading
© 1981 Rondor Music (London) Ltd. (PRS) Admin. by Irving Music, Inc. (BMI) in the U.S. and Canada

End Notes

“The Weakness in Me” was first recorded by Joan Armatrading, on the 1981 Walk Under Ladders album.