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The Channels were an American doo wop group from New York City.
The Channels formed in 1955 around the singers Larry Hampden, Billy Morris, and Edward Doulphin; they started as a quintet with two additional part-time members, but soon after they permanently added Earl Michael Lewis and Clifton Wright, formerly of The Lotharios. Lewis was the group's main songwriter, writing (among others) their regional hit "The Closer You Are" (1956).
The Channels recorded for record labels Gone, Fury, Port, Hit, Enjoy, and Groove. The lineup changed several times over the course of the band's lifetime. They enjoyed significant regional success on the East Coast but never charted a major nationwide hit.[1]
Frank Zappa covered "The Closer You Are" on his album Them or Us (1984).
References [link]
- ^ The Channels at Allmusic.com
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* The hole
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We swing high, we swing low
Never worry ‘bout a dull moment
You're mine, I'm yours
We fight while we know that we shouldn't
Ten dollar, ten times
On sale to the highest bidder
Ten dollar, ten times
Is the price of love considered
You're right, I'm wrong
You always knew a good thing in the first place
One sundown, one moondown
One hole in a sky-blue ceiling
Ten dollar, ten times
Everytime you hold the trigger
Ten dollar, ten times
Is the price of love
Why do I, hurt you so
Why can't I just let you go
Why do I, hurt you so
While I idolize you forever more
Your “yes†against my “noâ€
We never worry ‘bout a dull moment
You're mine, I'm yours
We fight while we know that we shouldn't
Ten dollar, ten times,
the price of love
Why do I, hurt you so