Wee: You Can Fly On My Aeroplane, LP (Vinyl)
Wee: You Can Fly On My Aeroplane, LP (Vinyl)
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Wee
You Can Fly On My Aeroplane

  • LP (Vinyl)
  • United States
Neuauflage
  • Numero Group
  • (NUM1235)
  • 9 Tracks
  • UPC 825764603515
  • EX- / EX
  • used
  • surface marks on vinyl

tracks

A1

You Can Fly On My Aeroplane

A2

Leavin' You Alone

A3

Put It In Real Good

A4

Alone (Reprise)

B1

I'm All Changed

B2

Alone

B3

Find Me, Love Me

B4

Try Me

B5

Aeroplane (Reprise)

Credits

Artwork By
  • Lamont Dixon
Engineer
  • Robin Jenney
Photography By
  • Alex Vertikoff
Producer
  • William Muller
  • Norman Whiteside
Remix
  • Gary Platt
Written By

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